How long before the murders would be tied to him? Who will stop him? How many must die?
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The Dorm Murders
Getting out of bed as quietly as he could, Seth crossed the bunkhouse to Jamie's bed. Gathering his courage, he reached for Jamie's throat, squeezing his windpipe to keep him from screaming out loud and plunged his knife to the hilt in Jamie's chest.
Jamie's eyes shot wide open as he managed a hoarse wheezing scream, not much louder than a whisper.
As Jamie's tense muscles relaxed and he settled back into the bunk, Seth could still hear the soft snoring coming from the other bunk.
"So far, so good." he thought to himself. Wiping the blood from his hand on Jamie's bulging package, intrigued, he paused to fondle and stroke his new found toy. It was still firm and throbbed gently as he stroked and squeezed. Warm, firm and inviting, he started to gently suck on the formerly forbidden treat. Weakly throbbing, sweet fluid began pumping up from the softening member. Jamie's body quivered and a soft breath escaped from his mouth "Thanks buddy!" Seth whispered as he pulled the underwear back into place.
Grabbing the knife and pulling, it resisted until Jamie's body was lifted slightly off the bed. With a gritty sound of steel on bone, it finally pulled loose as Jamie flopped back onto the bed, a small gusher of blood briefly shot from the hole in his chest and was followed by air bubbles escaping from somewhere within Jamie's chest. His head flopped limply, turning as if to look at Seth, his eyes open and his mouth frozen in an odd looking smile-like grimace.
A crazed fire burned inside Seth's body. He had never felt so excited, so full of life. "I've got to do that again." he muttered. Hands shaking, shivering with excitement and sporting a painfully hard cock that was begging for attention, he headed for the next bunk.
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Kenny opened the bunkhouse door and stepped inside. In the dim light he could see Seth standing in the middle of the floor holding a knife and staring at him menacingly. He glanced around the room and spotted a dark red patch on Jamie's chest as he lay sprawled in his bunk.
"Oh shit!" he muttered as he turned and fled for his life.
Hardly daring to look back, he could hear Seth's footsteps close behind as he headed for the main dorm. "Somebody, Help!" he cried into the night. Turning up the steps his steps faltered in the darkness.
Kenny stumbled on the steps and fell, painfully to the concrete. Seth was on him in a flash, stabbing viciously into his lower back.
"No! No! Oh God, No! Please!. . ."
"Shut the hell up!" Seth snarled and powerfully drove the knife between Kenny's shoulders, splitting his spine and silencing the noisy protest.
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After dragging Kenny's warm, limp, blood soaked body behind a nearby hedge, out of sight for now, Seth hurried back to the bunkroom. Worried that Brian might have heard the noise caused by Kenny's unexpected entry, he carefully pulled the door open and peered into the dimly lit interior. Sure enough, Brian was sitting on the edge of his bunk rubbing his eyes and pulling on his shorts over his partially erect manhood. Seth realized that Brian was just getting ready to head for the toilet and likely hadn't spotted Jamie's bloody form yet.
"Now or never." Seth whispered to himself slipping his knife into his hip pocket and pushing his way into the room as if he was returning from the bathroom himself.
"What time is it?" Brian asked, pulling his jacket on over his muscular shoulders.
"'About three-thirty." Seth answered, walking over to Brian's bed, hoping that Brian wouldn't see that he was covered with blood from moving Kenny's corpse. Sure enough Kenny spotted the blood all over Seth's arms and belly.
"What the fuck happened to you?" Kenny asked, standing quickly and moving toward Seth.
"Just a little cut." Seth answered.
"Shit, Where?" Brian said, "I see blood but no cuts. Jamie, You awake, Look at this. . ." Brian stared open mouthed as he spotted the blood on Jamie's body. Speechless, he turned back to Seth who was taking something out of his hip pocket.
Seth quickly stepped toward Brian, reaching around behind him he pulled Brian toward himself, with his left hand and drove his knife into Brian's bare chest.
A disbelieving, shocked expression filled Brian's face as he looked down at the bloody handle of the knife, now half buried in his chest. Pulling him again toward himself, Seth drove the blade the rest of the way to the hilt in Brian's trembling body. Seth steadied him as he sank backward toward his bunk. Dropping to the floor, leaning on his bunk, Brian looked silently, questioningly into Seth's firy eyes, unable to speak, his expression changed to terror. Looking down at the knife handle, now moving with each heartbeat, he began to choke as blood welled up his windpipe. He wanted to ask why but could not. Seth stood over him looking down at the massive bulge in Brian's shorts as the blood trickled down from his chest. Brian coughed weakly, spitting out a bit of blood, closed his eyes and stopped moving. Not breathing, the knife handle moved less and less until one last powerful twitch as the pierced heart convulsed for the last time.
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Jamie number two.
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Having met at the bar, their eyes met and it wasn't long before Jamie found himself strolling on the beach, hand in hand talking about sweet imaginations of what things were to come. Seth was burning inside. He couldn't believe that this guy was named Jamie, just like his first kill. He was even better looking than the first, and more than willing to go out with him.
Seth was tender and gentle, his voice was so soothing. He seemed almost too good to be true. It had been almost a month and the stories about the murders had settled down and the community was starting to get back to normal after the three murders in one night at the dorm.
It was a warm, cloudy night. Warm breezes blew down the beach and out to sea. They shed their clothes on the beach and gently started playing and exploring each other. Jamie was ecstatic. Seth really knew how to turn him on! He was getting so hard that he thought he was going to explode.
"Hurry up, before I lose it!" he begged. "Suck it quick!"
Seth was fumbling in his clothes looking for something with one hand, holding Jamie's cock with the other hand.
Jamie thought that maybe Seth was looking for a condom so he strained to hold on until he found it.
Seth seemed to find whatever he wanted and suddenly Seth's lips slid down over Jamie's painfully hard manhood and Jamie closed his eyes preparing to receive the pleasurable sensations that were beginning to flow through his body.
Suddenly, Seth's teeth clamped down on Jamie's flesh, a growl erupted through his clenched teeth and Jamie felt the firey pain in his chest as Seth plunged a bayonet deep into his heart. Jamie jerked with pain and terror as the blade found it's target, he gasped sharply as his loins erupted and his final load of semen blasted into Seth's waiting mouth.
Jamie felt his loins straining to produce more and more and more, to the point that the pain in his balls rivaled the pain in his chest. Straining one last time, his whole body convulsed, driving his cock upward into Seth's throat, choking him with semen and flesh. Seth jerked away, coughing and gagging, trying to get his breath.
Slowly the moon came into view - it was full. The bluish light revealed the scene. Jamie's beautiful body lay spread before him, his sweat and cum glistening in the moonlight, his eyes staring blindly with seemingly loving satisfaction or bewilderment, Seth preferred to think the former as his own straining cock erupted with pleasure at the scene before him.
As the tide continued to rise, the gentle waves lapped up the crimson stain in the sand, and slowly lifted the body, carrying Jamie out to sea to his watery grave. Seth watched as the Earth itself protected his secret for another day.
- This one is going to be hard to beat! - But he will try. . .
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______Two Nights Later_______________________________
The loud click-click of the bolt action broke the silence in the darkened dorm room.
"What? Who's there?" Walt asked.
"Just me, Go back to sleep."
"Seth? What are you doing? What time is it?"
Seth turned away as Walt sat up. "What are you doing in here in the dark? Where's Dave?"
"He went to the bathroom, He'll be here in a minute."
*click* - The bright light filled the room and temporarily blinded them both as their eyes adjusted.
"Turn that back off!" Seth protested.
"What have you got?" Walt asked as he spotted the rifle Seth was trying to hide.
"Dammit! I said turn it off!" Seth snarled as he spun around and pointed the gun at Walt's chest.
*BLAM*
The wall turned red behind Walt as he clutched his chest and rolled up into a fetal position. A dark red stain spread out from the small hole in the sheet that he still held to his chest.
Seth heard the footsteps coming up the hallway, Dave was hurrying up the hall after hearing the shot. Seth dropped the rifle to the floor and grabbed his knife. Getting behind the door just as Dave pushed it open and burst into the room.
"Holy Shit! Walt! Walt! What happened?" He ran to the bunk and started to pull the covers back. As things started to add up, the gun on the floor, the blood splattered wall, the bloody sheet, his mind reeled. Suicide? Accident? - "Call 911"
Dave turned and started toward the door to call the police. Seth stepped around the door, directly into Dave's path.
"Seth? What . . . Unghhhhh!"
Dave didn't even see the knife until he looked down and saw it driven deep in his chest!
The last piece of the confusing puzzle began to fall in place as Dave realized that the "Dorm Killer" was standing in front of him, it was his friend Seth.
Seth shoved the knife again, pushing the hilt tight against his chest and the point out through his back throwing him off balance.
"Aaaaagggghhh!" he moaned as he started to fall. He fell hard to the floor, tearing his flesh inside and out as he landed on the blade.
The searing pain was spreading out from his chest, followed by a blessed numbness that started in his extremities and moved in toward his heart. From there the numbing pain spread up his chest, up his neck and finally up inside his skull as death spread to every part of his body.
Seth watched as the twitching and writhing settled and both cadets lay silent before his fully aroused body. Walt curled up on the bunk and Dave's strong handsome body sprawled at his feet! This felt soooo good! The power of taking life away without warning. He just knew that that energy flowed directly into his own soul.
Getting out of bed as quietly as he could, Seth crossed the bunkhouse to Jamie's bed. Gathering his courage, he reached for Jamie's throat, squeezing his windpipe to keep him from screaming out loud and plunged his knife to the hilt in Jamie's chest.
Jamie's eyes shot wide open as he managed a hoarse wheezing scream, not much louder than a whisper.
As Jamie's tense muscles relaxed and he settled back into the bunk, Seth could still hear the soft snoring coming from the other bunk.
"So far, so good." he thought to himself. Wiping the blood from his hand on Jamie's bulging package, intrigued, he paused to fondle and stroke his new found toy. It was still firm and throbbed gently as he stroked and squeezed. Warm, firm and inviting, he started to gently suck on the formerly forbidden treat. Weakly throbbing, sweet fluid began pumping up from the softening member. Jamie's body quivered and a soft breath escaped from his mouth "Thanks buddy!" Seth whispered as he pulled the underwear back into place.
Grabbing the knife and pulling, it resisted until Jamie's body was lifted slightly off the bed. With a gritty sound of steel on bone, it finally pulled loose as Jamie flopped back onto the bed, a small gusher of blood briefly shot from the hole in his chest and was followed by air bubbles escaping from somewhere within Jamie's chest. His head flopped limply, turning as if to look at Seth, his eyes open and his mouth frozen in an odd looking smile-like grimace.
A crazed fire burned inside Seth's body. He had never felt so excited, so full of life. "I've got to do that again." he muttered. Hands shaking, shivering with excitement and sporting a painfully hard cock that was begging for attention, he headed for the next bunk.
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Kenny opened the bunkhouse door and stepped inside. In the dim light he could see Seth standing in the middle of the floor holding a knife and staring at him menacingly. He glanced around the room and spotted a dark red patch on Jamie's chest as he lay sprawled in his bunk.
"Oh shit!" he muttered as he turned and fled for his life.
Hardly daring to look back, he could hear Seth's footsteps close behind as he headed for the main dorm. "Somebody, Help!" he cried into the night. Turning up the steps his steps faltered in the darkness.
Kenny stumbled on the steps and fell, painfully to the concrete. Seth was on him in a flash, stabbing viciously into his lower back."No! No! Oh God, No! Please!. . ."
"Shut the hell up!" Seth snarled and powerfully drove the knife between Kenny's shoulders, splitting his spine and silencing the noisy protest.
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After dragging Kenny's warm, limp, blood soaked body behind a nearby hedge, out of sight for now, Seth hurried back to the bunkroom. Worried that Brian might have heard the noise caused by Kenny's unexpected entry, he carefully pulled the door open and peered into the dimly lit interior. Sure enough, Brian was sitting on the edge of his bunk rubbing his eyes and pulling on his shorts over his partially erect manhood. Seth realized that Brian was just getting ready to head for the toilet and likely hadn't spotted Jamie's bloody form yet.
"Now or never." Seth whispered to himself slipping his knife into his hip pocket and pushing his way into the room as if he was returning from the bathroom himself.
"What time is it?" Brian asked, pulling his jacket on over his muscular shoulders.
"'About three-thirty." Seth answered, walking over to Brian's bed, hoping that Brian wouldn't see that he was covered with blood from moving Kenny's corpse. Sure enough Kenny spotted the blood all over Seth's arms and belly.
"What the fuck happened to you?" Kenny asked, standing quickly and moving toward Seth.
"Just a little cut." Seth answered.
"Shit, Where?" Brian said, "I see blood but no cuts. Jamie, You awake, Look at this. . ." Brian stared open mouthed as he spotted the blood on Jamie's body. Speechless, he turned back to Seth who was taking something out of his hip pocket.
Seth quickly stepped toward Brian, reaching around behind him he pulled Brian toward himself, with his left hand and drove his knife into Brian's bare chest.
A disbelieving, shocked expression filled Brian's face as he looked down at the bloody handle of the knife, now half buried in his chest. Pulling him again toward himself, Seth drove the blade the rest of the way to the hilt in Brian's trembling body. Seth steadied him as he sank backward toward his bunk. Dropping to the floor, leaning on his bunk, Brian looked silently, questioningly into Seth's firy eyes, unable to speak, his expression changed to terror. Looking down at the knife handle, now moving with each heartbeat, he began to choke as blood welled up his windpipe. He wanted to ask why but could not. Seth stood over him looking down at the massive bulge in Brian's shorts as the blood trickled down from his chest. Brian coughed weakly, spitting out a bit of blood, closed his eyes and stopped moving. Not breathing, the knife handle moved less and less until one last powerful twitch as the pierced heart convulsed for the last time._______________________________________________
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Jamie number two.
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Having met at the bar, their eyes met and it wasn't long before Jamie found himself strolling on the beach, hand in hand talking about sweet imaginations of what things were to come. Seth was burning inside. He couldn't believe that this guy was named Jamie, just like his first kill. He was even better looking than the first, and more than willing to go out with him.
Seth was tender and gentle, his voice was so soothing. He seemed almost too good to be true. It had been almost a month and the stories about the murders had settled down and the community was starting to get back to normal after the three murders in one night at the dorm.
It was a warm, cloudy night. Warm breezes blew down the beach and out to sea. They shed their clothes on the beach and gently started playing and exploring each other. Jamie was ecstatic. Seth really knew how to turn him on! He was getting so hard that he thought he was going to explode.
"Hurry up, before I lose it!" he begged. "Suck it quick!"
Seth was fumbling in his clothes looking for something with one hand, holding Jamie's cock with the other hand.
Jamie thought that maybe Seth was looking for a condom so he strained to hold on until he found it.
Seth seemed to find whatever he wanted and suddenly Seth's lips slid down over Jamie's painfully hard manhood and Jamie closed his eyes preparing to receive the pleasurable sensations that were beginning to flow through his body.
Suddenly, Seth's teeth clamped down on Jamie's flesh, a growl erupted through his clenched teeth and Jamie felt the firey pain in his chest as Seth plunged a bayonet deep into his heart. Jamie jerked with pain and terror as the blade found it's target, he gasped sharply as his loins erupted and his final load of semen blasted into Seth's waiting mouth.
Jamie felt his loins straining to produce more and more and more, to the point that the pain in his balls rivaled the pain in his chest. Straining one last time, his whole body convulsed, driving his cock upward into Seth's throat, choking him with semen and flesh. Seth jerked away, coughing and gagging, trying to get his breath.
Slowly the moon came into view - it was full. The bluish light revealed the scene. Jamie's beautiful body lay spread before him, his sweat and cum glistening in the moonlight, his eyes staring blindly with seemingly loving satisfaction or bewilderment, Seth preferred to think the former as his own straining cock erupted with pleasure at the scene before him.As the tide continued to rise, the gentle waves lapped up the crimson stain in the sand, and slowly lifted the body, carrying Jamie out to sea to his watery grave. Seth watched as the Earth itself protected his secret for another day.
- This one is going to be hard to beat! - But he will try. . .
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The loud click-click of the bolt action broke the silence in the darkened dorm room.
"What? Who's there?" Walt asked.
"Just me, Go back to sleep."
"Seth? What are you doing? What time is it?"
Seth turned away as Walt sat up. "What are you doing in here in the dark? Where's Dave?"
"He went to the bathroom, He'll be here in a minute."
*click* - The bright light filled the room and temporarily blinded them both as their eyes adjusted.
"Turn that back off!" Seth protested.
"What have you got?" Walt asked as he spotted the rifle Seth was trying to hide.
"Dammit! I said turn it off!" Seth snarled as he spun around and pointed the gun at Walt's chest.
*BLAM*
The wall turned red behind Walt as he clutched his chest and rolled up into a fetal position. A dark red stain spread out from the small hole in the sheet that he still held to his chest.
Seth heard the footsteps coming up the hallway, Dave was hurrying up the hall after hearing the shot. Seth dropped the rifle to the floor and grabbed his knife. Getting behind the door just as Dave pushed it open and burst into the room.
"Holy Shit! Walt! Walt! What happened?" He ran to the bunk and started to pull the covers back. As things started to add up, the gun on the floor, the blood splattered wall, the bloody sheet, his mind reeled. Suicide? Accident? - "Call 911"
Dave turned and started toward the door to call the police. Seth stepped around the door, directly into Dave's path.
"Seth? What . . . Unghhhhh!"
Dave didn't even see the knife until he looked down and saw it driven deep in his chest!
The last piece of the confusing puzzle began to fall in place as Dave realized that the "Dorm Killer" was standing in front of him, it was his friend Seth.
Seth shoved the knife again, pushing the hilt tight against his chest and the point out through his back throwing him off balance.
"Aaaaagggghhh!" he moaned as he started to fall. He fell hard to the floor, tearing his flesh inside and out as he landed on the blade.
The searing pain was spreading out from his chest, followed by a blessed numbness that started in his extremities and moved in toward his heart. From there the numbing pain spread up his chest, up his neck and finally up inside his skull as death spread to every part of his body.
Seth watched as the twitching and writhing settled and both cadets lay silent before his fully aroused body. Walt curled up on the bunk and Dave's strong handsome body sprawled at his feet! This felt soooo good! The power of taking life away without warning. He just knew that that energy flowed directly into his own soul.
Got to have more!
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my gawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwddd! fuckin perfect!
ReplyDeleteVery hot, Kyle! Seth is a man after my own heart...
ReplyDeleteMark (horgula)
Out-fuckin'-standing! A true artist of fantasy death.
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