Best of the Best - Part 2

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Best of the Best - First Assignments
Training camp for a highly skilled team of mercenary forces. Ready to kill anybody at any time anyplace. Just give the order and even your closest friend could die at your hand - or you at his. Mission first. All else is secondary. That is why they are the Best of the Best.

The time had arrived for the first wave of recruits. They were sent on their first real assignments, in the real world, with real targets. It is one thing to kill when your target is another combatant that might take your life, now they were killing the unsuspecting targets that were chosen for them by the whims or necessities of the real world and the willingness to pay another to do your dirty work, that which you were unwilling or unable to do for yourself. Any target, foreign or domestic, for the right price, we take them out.

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__________________________________________________Teamwork Kill
"I think he suspects something. Don't take any chances with this one. You hold him, I'll drill him, just keep him from screaming out."

The orders were simple. In a few minutes Jay was in position and grabbed Donald by the throat. As the arrow slammed into him all he could manage was a hoarse gasp. Jay tightened his grip just as the second arrow plowed through Donald's heart. The struggle was brief, and futile. Donald's body was removed and the pool's filters soon took care of the pink colored water.
In the morning, the first missing persons report was filed.

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__________________________________________________One Night Stand
They met in the parking lot of the gym. Neil was known for his quickie affairs with guys that he picked up at the bars or in the gyms. Some people make it too easy. Vic was more than happy to go home with him, enjoy a wild night together and in the morning out in the hot tub, he finished off what was to be the perfect one night stand.
Neil even supplied the opportunity when he suggested the two start off the morning with some roleplay fantasies. After a couple of rounds of "battle" and morning arousal over the play, Vic delivered his message with a long, slow thrust.
Neil gasped as the blade slowly tore through his body and emerged from his side. Unable to escape Vic's powerful hold, he could only struggle briefly against the pain and the withering rush of darkness that wrapped itself around his being, as he realized the awesome sexual rush from being overpowered by the one he had just shared himself with in such a trusting way. He felt Vic's strong, muscular body against his, felt the unrelenting grip around his neck, he felt Vic's hand pulling down the back of his trunks and the unmistakable press of Vic's aroused, ample manhood penetrating his ass before he faded into the waiting darkness.

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__________________________________________________If I Tell Ya...
Trevor was Brian's target. He was happy to have someone to talk to as he worked on the yard at the lake. He was new to the counter intelligence "game" and did not suspect that Brian had any motive beyond friendship as they talked, worked and joked together.
"Going to rain any minute now," Trevor said, looking up at the graying sky." Help me carry this stuff up to the shed."
"Sure," Brian agreed, grabbing several life vests and some oars, they headed up to the shed and put them inside.
"What kind of work are you into?" Trevor asked.
"If I tell you I'll have to kill you." Brian responded.
"Ok." Treavor replied, "I could say that too, I suppose." half joking at the irony of the comment.
"I'm a mercenary killer." Brian admitted. "Cool." Trevor responded back, thinking that it was just a joke.
"Who do you kill?"
"Whoever they tell me to." Brian replied. "You are on the top of today's list."
A sudden uneasiness gripped Trevor as he began to suspect that this might not be a joke. Before he could do anything about it Brian wrapped his arm around his throat and pulled him backwards.
Brian jammed his knife into Trevor's back as he pulled him to himself, the knife penetrated about a third of the way. Sudden realization brought Trevor to the edge of reality. Brian shoved the blade again and it went in another third of the way. "Aaaaaggghhhh!" Trevor managed to gasp as the blade sliced through his body. One last thrust and the blade erupted from his chest, followed by a trickle of blood that started to slowly run down his body.
"Told ya I was going to have to kill ya." Brian mocked as he pulled the blade out and drove it back in at a sharper, upward angle.
Trevor shuddered as the blade sliced through his heart. He stiffened, and quickly fell limp. Still holding him by the neck, Brian dragged his lifeless form into the small shed, dropped the limp corpse on the floor and closed the door.

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__________________________________________________Sexy Abs

The ferry ride was going to be less than an hour long but plenty of time to do the job. Kip started a conversation with Preston right off the bat.
"Hey, man, you must work out." he smiled at Preston as he flexed his own biceps at him. Preston smiled and flexed back as they nodded approvingly at each other's muscles. "Do you go to the gym?" Kip asked.
"Nope, just work out on my own." Preston answered. "How about you?"
"Yeah, I go to the gym a lot. Love working out and comparing my development with other guys."
"That sounds cool." Preston admitted. "I don't have the free time to do all that." He said.
Kip raised his tee shirt and slapped his abs for Preston to see. "Here, feel those abs, man. Like a steel wall! Go ahead, give 'em a punch."
"Nah, I don't know..." Preston protested.
"C'mon. You don't need to slug me, just feel how hard they are."
Preston made a fist and gave Kip a solid punch. Kip grinned and slapped his abs again. "Attaboy, do it again."
Preston punched again, this time with a little more force. Kip smiled and slapped himself again. "Nice punch. Getting a little enjoyment out of it, aren't you?"
"Not too bad." Preston admitted. Kip smiled to himself as he noticed the growing bulge in Preston's crotch.
"Let me see yours." Kip requested, pointing to Preston's gut.. "Show me yours and let me punch 'em. I'll go easy on you."
Preston pulled up his shirt and offered himself to Kip's punch. Kip gave him a solid jab as Preston recoiled and smiled with delight.
"You can punch me harder than that..." Preston chided as he raised his shirt again. "Here..."
Kip reached out and rubbed his hand over Preston's belly admiring his firm muscles. He wanted to do the same to that hunky, bulging package but controlled himself. "Ok, one more time." Kip reached around and pulled his knife from the sheath that was hanging on the back of his belt, out of sight. Without warning, he thrust it to the hilt in Preston's gut. At first Preston thought that he had been punched again. He knew it hurt but he steeled himself against the pain. Then he opened his eyes and looked down at his abs. Suddenly he realized what had happened.
Kip stepped into Preston, grabbed the knife and jammed it in to the hilt again. Preston doubled over with pain and tried to back away.
Ripping the blade from his gut, Kip slashed it across Preston's throat and shoved his knee into Preston's bulging groin. Preston fell backwards and disappeared into the swirling waters without a sound.
"Some people are just too easy." Kip reported as he called in his kill.

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__________________________________________________Rivalry
There was a strong sense of competition between Lts. Armstrong and Terrill. Someone had ended the rivalry last night. This morning we found Terrill behind the barracks like this. One stab wound in the belly, after which he fell backwards to the ground, and a finishing thrust to the heart, expertly placed, the blade brought death in seconds. The only question was who killed him.

Armstrong protested, claiming his innocence. The knife was cleaned of prints and Armstrong seemed to have an alibi. Deprived of his opportunity, Terrill missed his first assignment.

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__________________________________________________Rivalry - Part 2 Because of the murder of Lt. Terrill and the lack of evidence to blame Lt. Armstrong, he was given the assignment that would have fallen to his rival. He was to kill the openly gay son of a prominent politician to let the senator, and his political allies that they were not to cut funding to the Rogan Project. The threats had already been voiced and the senator still was a strong opponent.

"Your dad's quite the fighter, set in his ways." Armstrong said as they walked up the beach. The tide was coming in and the surf was getting noisy.
"Yeah, He's a friggin' dork." Ty said, with obvious emotion ." Can't talk to him about nothin'."
"I hear he has had threats against him and his family. Doesn't that bother you?"
"Shit, no. People are always making some kind of threat." He looked at armstrong. "If I want a bodyguard I can hire one, - You look pretty good, want a job?"
"Sorry, I already have one." Armstrong answered.
"Too bad. You're pretty fuckin' good in bed. Damn good looking too. Maybe we can get together again sometime soon." Ty offered. They had met at the gay bar and arranged to meet later at the beach house that his father owned.
"Do't think so." Armstrong answered.
"Shit! Wasn't I any good for you?" Ty asked.
"Oh, you were great, first class. It's just not going to happen again with us." Armstrong answered.
"Because of my father?" Ty asked. "He is cool with me being gay. Just pissed that I came out of the closet this early. He lost a lot of conservatives over it."
"Well," Armstrong admitted, "your father IS the reason we won't be doing this again. Just not quite for the reasons you might think."
"Why is that?" Ty asked.
"It's about those death threats." Armstrong answered.
"I told you, I'm not worried about them, we hear them all the time. I just ignore them."
"You should have listened this time." Armstrong said.
Stepping behind Ty, he reached around his throat and pulled him backwards against his chest. At the same time he drove his knife deep into Ty's side right through his right kidney. Ty shrieked with the pain but the surf covered his outburst. Armstrong bent around Ty's body and kissed him passionately as he drove the blade into Ty's gut, right next to his navel. Ty's cry of pain was delivered into Armstrong's mouth and was mostly unheard. Holding his mouth tightly against Ty's lips, he drove the knife upward, under his ribs and through his heart.
Ty gasped and choked as he started to fall from Armstrong's hold. His blood stained the surf in the moonlit shoreline. He dropped in a heap at the water's edge in almost a fetal position. His sandals bobbed in the foamy water and the tide rocked his lifeless form.
Grabbing his body, Armstrong walked a few steps out into the water and released Ty into the surf to be washed out and away from the shore.
"Goodbye Ty," Armstrong said aloud. "Too bad this had to end this way."
Armstrong backed up the beach up out of the water, watching Ty's body as it bobbed back and forth in the rising surf. Now fully erect with the sight of the handsome body now dead by his hand, Armstrong turned toward the beach house,
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"Going somewhere?"
The voice was familiar, it was Bruce Baker, Terrill's best friend and lover.
Before the whole thing started to make sense to Armstrong, he was doubling over with pain as Baker stabbed him in the gut. "Fucking bastard!" Baker hissed in Armstrong's face. "Why did you have to kill Vic?" Armstrong started to answer...
"I didn't kill him, I *Ughhhh*" the blade ripped his gut again, this time a little higher, into the stomach.
Armstrong looked down at the knife in his gut. "I didn't kill him..." he moaned. "Ughhh" he gasped as Baker ripped the knife out of his gut. Their eyes met. Armstrong looked with determination at his attacker. "We were friends, I liked his fighting spirit. I wanted to beat him, he was good."
"Liar!" Baker snarled as he drove the blade deep into Armstrong's chest and backed away. His groin erupted with hot semen as his being responded to the thrusts. He jerked and convulsed with uncontrollable spasms of pleasure and agony as his lifeblood leaked from his gut and mingled with the hot semen and the cool seawater. His cock, now lubricated with reproductive juices slipped against the wet denim and added to the unexpected erotica.
Armstrong fell to his knees and choked on the blood rising up his throat.
"I didn't..."
He slowly crumpled onto the beach, semi face down, eyes still open now lying on the knife in his chest.
His body lay in the sandy froth as it swept up the beach and swirled bloodstained water around Baker's feet.
Baker watched as the two bodies moved with the tide until they started moving out to deeper water together.
Baker was now unsure that he had found Vic's real killer. He hadn't counted on this...

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