Seth's Rampage - Part 7

Seth's Rampage - Part 7 - The Copycat - More kills

A quiet, friendly man, Seth had many friends at the academy. His friends never suspected the dark demon that lived just under the surface.
How long before the murders would be tied to him? Who will stop him?
How many must die?
Now Seth is being plagued by a copycat killer that threatens to screw up everything.

The story continues...
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Ben

"Did you bring your swords?" Seth asked.
"Right here. Aren't they beautiful? Ben answered opening the case.

"Wow!" Seth breathed. "They're beautiful."

"Thanks." Ben smiled at Seth's reaction. "Finest steel ever made."

"Can I see one?" Seth asked, reaching inside the case.

"Sure." Ben answered. "Take your pick."

"I'll take the blue one. You take the green."

"I don't really know how to use these." Ben said' picking up the Katana and looking at his reflection in the finely honed and polished steel.

"That's OK." Seth said. "I do."

"Do you know anything about the warriors that use this kind of sword?" Seth asked. "They are highly disciplined, skilled killers. Warriors with a sense of honor, purpose and single minded determination to do what they are prepared for at any cost. They are willing to die at any time if they are called on to do so. To die with honor in the line of duty, no fear, no remorse."

"That's cool." Ben answered. "I wish I had lived at that time as one of those warriors. What a great rush it must be to know your life is on the line, not only in battle but from your own men if you dishonor them."

"They had a ritual they did called Seppuku that they might choose instead of execution. They would run themselves through with their own sword." Seth offered. "It was one way to restore their family's honor. Seth noticed Ben's growing erection. "Sometimes they might jack themselves up to the point of orgasm just before getting run through. You look like you're getting there yourself."

Ben flushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry." He covered his bulging crotch. "I couldn't help it."

"That's OK by me." Seth answered. "Mine's starting to swell too." He grabbed the growing bulge and moved it up and down for Ben to see.

"Seth, I know you're gay too, I just have a hard time being around you. You're such a hot guy and I have always liked you." He paused, "You really turn me on."

You're not so bad yourself, Ben." Seth said. "It's OK. There's nobody else around here, How about we do something together?"

"Really?" Ben smiled. "Sure!"

Seth moved around behind Ben, gently holding Ben's body against his own and rubbing his bulging crotch against Ben's butt. Reaching down he unzipped Ben's fly and reached inside. The firm penis sprang from it's confines, standing straight and strong.

"Ooohhh, Nice!" Seth cooed, gently biting Ben's ear. "Here, Let me do this."

He pulled Ben back and sat him gently on the sand. "Lay back." he said. Ben lay on the ground, smiling up at Seth. Seth unfastened his own fly and knelt down to his knees. Pulling out his stiff cock, he leaned forward over Ben's face, guiding it into Ben's wide open mouth. Seth leaned down and started sucking and stroking Ben's hot, stiff shaft as Ben continued to return the favor.

Ben was first to come to climax. Moaning with delight, he pumped his load into Seth's eager mouth as Seth drove his cock more forcefully down Ben's throat. Ben had finished, his once stiff member was wilting, having been wonderfully satisfied but he was still eagerly trying to satisfy Seth. Seth withdrew from Ben's mouth and sat back on his heels. Ben reached up and tried to stroke Seth's cock with his hands, Seth allowed him to continue, moaning softly as he reached for his sword. The bright sun overhead, Ben still had his eyes closed and had no idea what was coming.

Seth held back as long as he could but finally started erupting. He raised up, now standing on his knees as Ben squealed with delight as the thick juice shot over his hands, face and body. He opened his eyes, squinting against the glare. He started to recognize the shape hanging over him as one of the swords but Seth quickly plunged the sword into his chest before he could move.

"Aaaaaghhh!" Ben screamed with terror and pain as the blade slipped through his chest and down into the sand under him.

"Seth... you?" he gasped. Seth was panting with excitement as he finished pumping his load all over the dying body before him. He grasp the sword with both hands and wrenched it around, twisting it in the wound.

"Gahhh!" Ben gasped, tightening his muscles with the pain. In a moment it was over. Ben's arms dropped, he exhaled his last breath and lay still.

"Thanks for the swords and the blow job, buddy." Seth said, standing to his feet. He pulled the blade out of Ben's body, wiped it clean on Ben's shirt and carefully placed the swords in their scabbards and then into their case.

"Hope it was as good for you as it was for me..."

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Steve
Kelly knocked on the door. "Open up. It's me, Kelly." Steve unlocked the three locks and safety chain on the door.

"Come on in, Kelly." Steve stepped aside and quickly locked the door as soon as Kelly was in. "What the hell's up with you?" Kelly asked.

"Shit. Aren't you afraid of the Campus Killer?" Steve asked. He was holding a knife in his hand and held it up for Kelly to see. "You should have something to defend yourself out there." He said.

"I can take care of myself." Kelly smiled. "What's this?"

"It's a spear." Steve answered. "I've had it for a long time. It was a decoration, but it is real."

"You're well equipped, I'll say that." Kelly said, hefting the spear and feeling the sharp tip. "This thing has some meat to it. Nice and heavy. Speaking of which, you want to do something, or what?"

Steve grinned. "I guess so. Are you going to stay a while?"

"Until you're done." Kelly answered. "Get them damned pants off."

Steve nervously peeled off his pants, revealing his snug white briefs and sat on his bed. "What do you like to do?"

"I'm into role play. I like to be on the hunt for victims. This Campus killer thing has me all stirred up."

Steve stared blankly at Kelly. "What do you mean? The killings get you turned on?"

"You bet." Kelly answered. "What do you think? What would it feel like to stalk hot looking young guys, size them up, and then spring on them?"

"Uh, I don't know..." Steve answered, picking up his knife again. "I guess it's not my thing."
"How about being the killer's victim?" Kelly asked. "Thinking you are safe with a friend, and having him suddenly turn, and run you through!" With that Kelly wheeled around and threw Steve's spear, driving the long point almost completely out of sight into Steve's abdomen, making a loud, gritty "crunch" as it slammed into his spine.

"Ha! Right in the bellybutton!" Kelly whooped. "Damn fine shot."

"Ahhhhhhgg!" Steve grunted as the spear bored in. "Oh shit! It's you!" he gasped. "You're the killer..."

"One of them." Kelly admitted. "Someone else started it but I'm finishing it."

"Why? Why me?" Unhhh! I trusted you..." Steve started shuddering with the pain.

"Never trust anyone." Kelly smirked. "You never know when somebody might want to do something like this." With that, Kelly shoved the spear again. Steve jerked wildly at the renewed pain, gasped and started breathing in short gasps as a foamy froth started forming in his mouth.

"Uh, uh, unh, It hurts." Steve moaned, spitting on his chin.Aahhhhg, Unh. I can't feel my legs! Oh shit! Oh God, it hurts..." "It...it..."

He stopped, his eyes widened, he gasped started licking his lips, coughed and died, staring in death at the spear in his gut.

"Hey dude, you're drooling on yourself." Kelly chuckled. "Damn stupid shit." He took the knife from Steve's lifeless hand.

"Thanks for the knife, bud. You should'a used it on me before you let me in here" He said, "Don't worry, I'll put it to good use."

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Stoney
"You fucking bastard!"

Suddenly someone was trying to strangle Seth with a piece of twine.

Seth had returned to his car and was pitting his katanas in the trunk when someone attacked him from behind. Reaching around behind, he grabbed at anything he could get hold of. Skin, hair clothing, anything.

Starting to see stars and darkness, Seth knew he was about to pass out. Turning sideways, he grabbed for his attacker's groin and squeezed with all the strength he had left.

"Aaaaahhhh!"

The pain was enough to get his attacker to loosen his grip on the twine. He reached down to try to get Seth's grip on his nuts to release. Seth, gasping his first breath since the attack started, felt the sweet air quench the burning in his lungs. Pushing with his feet against the ground, he launched himself into the guy's midsection, sending him toppling against the back of Seth's car and knocking the wind out of him, and finally letting Seth escape his attacker's grasp.

Standing quickly Seth pushed him back against the car causing him to fall against the trunk. Before he could move Seth slammed the trunk lid down on him, striking him on the left side of his face, knocking him unconscious.

Grabbing the twine, Seth made sure he can't escape when he woke up.

Stoney slowly became aware of the sound of wind, bugs and birds. His head was throbbing , he had a nasty mark on his face from the trunk lid, his cock was stiff and his balls ached. He felt queasy and his ass hurt. Opening his eyes he found himself tied to a barbed wire fence. He was tied at the wrists, neck and ankles, in a kneeling position with the barbs digging into his skin at every move.

"Good afternoon sleepyhead." Seth said softly. "Welcome back to the land of the living."

Looking up toward the voice, he saw Seth standing a few feet away smiling, and holding a compound bow.

"At least for the moment..." He continued.

"You sick bastard! I saw what you did!" He snarled, pulling on his bonds. "I'll rip your fucking head off."

"Pretty strong threat for somebody who blew his best chance to take me down." Seth answered.

"My room mate has you all figured out." he growled. "He's been studying you, your patterns, He predicted exactly where you were going to kill at least twice already. He says he could kill and get you blamed for what he does. He is going to get you yet!"

"Sounds like he's already doing just that." Seth suggested. "Somebody is doing it."

"You bastard! You killed Ben while was trying to jack you off. What kind of sick pervert are you?"

"Oh, we had a peeping Tom watching our fun? Who's the pervert here?" Seth pulled an arrow from his quiver and started preparing to shoot.

"You know I'm going to kill you here, don't you?" Seth said, raising his bow.

"Why don't you suck me off at the same time, you sick fuck?"

"Been there, done that." Seth said softly. "It could have been the best sex you ever had."

"You perverted pig. You killed Ben. Why?"

"He was hot. Especially the way he died." Seth smiled again, lowering the bow. "You're pretty hot yourself." He added, "Nice briefs..." Seth pulled a pair of red briefs from his hip pocket and dangled them in front of Stoney's face.

"You sick fuck. You did that while I was unconscious?"

"Ooohhh yeahhh!" and then some." He cooed back. I cleaned your shaft and checked your oil, just to be sure. Nice sweet pre cum you have there. Really nice."

"No!..." He howled. "No, you didn't..."

"You know I did, Your ass sure knows it. You moan real sweet when you're getting fucked, by the way." Seth put the underwear over his nose and mouth and drew in a deep breath. "Ahhhhh!" he said, "Sooo sweet."

"You don't mind do you?" Seth asked as he dropped his pants, showing off his ample shaft, and slipped Stoney's underwear up, carefully tucking his semi hard cock over his ball sack and down the front making an even more impressive package.

"They fit so nice..." Seth said, rubbing his hot red package.

Despite himself, Stoney could feel himself getting hard at the sight of Seth in his underwear. Seth was handsome and despite what he had done, he was oddly attracted to him. Watching Seth strutting his stuff in his own underwear was too much. Seth was putting on a real show for him.

Seth walked up to him and started rubbing his hands over Stoney's rock hard abs. Tearing the undershirt open, Seth got a good look at the fruit of hours of workouts. Tracing his finger through the mounds and valleys, he licked the sweat from his finger and then licked the sweaty muscles.

"Nice. I love tight abs." Seth whispered as he kissed all six manly mounds on the hot, quivering body. Reaching down, Seth caressed the mound in Stoney's jeans.

"Why don't you let me finish that for you?" Seth said, rubbing his hand over the bulge in Stoney's jeans. Stoney didn't resist. This time he rocked his pelvis forward, offering himself to Seth.

"That's more like it. Here let me open this package."

Unbuttoning Stoney's fly, letting the fully erect cock pop out of it's dark confines, Seth started stroking and massaging, pulling Stoney's balls out to hang outside to be fondled and licked as he proceeded to service the hot, manly offering.

"What the hell am I doing?" Stoney thought as he felt the electric eroticism stimulating every nerve in his body." He's going to kill me anyways, I've got to do something..."

Pulling carefully against the twine, he felt the left hand was a little looser and started working on freeing it.

Seth was seemingly thoroughly engrossed in bringing him to climax, and Stoney found himself trying to hold back at least until his hand was free. It was a real race but the distraction of trying to free himself or be killed was helping.

Free! He felt the twine release and raised his hand. No weapon, he would have to do this right...
Mustering his strength and rage, he clenched his fist and prepared to swing.

Seth, noticing that the reaction to his fellatio had changed, looked up just in time to see Stoney's fist preparing to strike. Jumping back, he stumbled in the grass as the fist glanced off the top of his forehead.

"Wrong move, asshole." Seth snarled as he picked up his bow.

Stoney started pulling at the rope around his neck and watched helplessly as Seth raised his bow and fired.

"Unghhh!" He grunted as the shaft penetrated his abdomen a little above his navel.

Immediately his stiff cock started spurting powerful jets of thick, white semen, splattering Seth as he loaded another arrow.*Thunk* "Uh-h-h-h*

The arrow ripped through the base of his breast bone, cutting through his diaphragm and preventing him from breathing more than a tiny gasp at a time.

Seth slowly raised the final arrow. Aiming alternately between Stoney's forehead and his heart, he waited.

Stoney was unable to speak.

"Head or heart?" he asked, waiting. "Head?"

Stoney lightly shook his head.

"Heart it is." he said, releasing the deadly shaft.

In a few moments, he dropped, limp, dangling from the fence like a marionette with broken strings.
Seth watched as the last of the death spasms stopped and there was no more movement. A trickle of blood that ran down the final shaft slowed to fast drops, slow drops, and finally stopped altogether.

Standing up, Seth pulled his jeans on over the nice new-to-him underwear, rubbed his butt and adjusted his package. Fastening his belt and pulling on his shirt he looked at the pleasing bulge in his jeans and grabbed his firm package with delight. Stepping over to his newest victim he reached into Stoney's hip pocket and pulled out his wallet. Looking over his license and some of the papers and notes, he found what he was looking for, tossed the wallet on the ground and turned to leave.

"Keep the arrows, I have lots more." he said. Thanks for the underwear, I'll think of you every time I wear 'em."

"Maybe I'll show 'em to your room mate."

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Tod & Garret
Trying the doors in the dorm apartments, Kelly found one unlocked, He carefully opened the door and stepped inside into the relative darkness. He could hear someone lightly snoring in the next room and in the dim light it looked like he was alone. Glancing around the counter he selected a couple of knives from the butcher knife set and quietly moved into the next room.

Sprawled out on a mattress on the floor he found Tod, uncovered and wearing a pair of boxers. His clothes scattered about and several pizza boxes and plastic cups and empty beer cans piled on the coffee table showed the possible reason for him being here for the night.

Heart pounding with both fear and anticipation, Kelly moved to the side of the mattress, knelt down and cringed as his knee popped. Tod stirred a little at the noise.

Qiuckly clamping his hand over Tod's mouth, Kelly drove the serrated edged knife deep into Tod's belly.

"Mmmffff!" Tod tried to yell out as the blade sawed into his midsection. Kelly kept his hand securely over Tod's mouth as he squirmed, kicked, moaned and did his best to free himself from Kelly's murderous assault.

Kicking and thrashing, Tod was making more noise than Kelly was comfortable with. Someone was sire to hear all this thumping and kicking. In the dim light, Kelly watched Tod's swelling meat in his shorts. He was weakening though, and would die long before he got to shoot his wad.Suddenly the struggle stopped. Tod's body twitched once every second or so for about a minute, each twitch getting less energetic than the one before. Finally he lay completely still. Kelly could feel the blood pressure leaving as Tod's cock softened under his hand.

Starting to stand up, his foot kicked the leg of the coffee table. A single beer can fell off the stack of boxes and clattered to the floor.

"Tod, that you?" a voice from the bedroom asked. "You OK?"

Kelly froze. The sound of bedding rustling warned Kelly that he was about to have company. Readying the other knife, he crouched by the doorway.

"Tod? Hey kid, you better be OK out here, Mom will kill us both if anything happens to you. Are you sick?"

Kelly sprang up and drove the butcher knife up, deep into his gut.

"Gaaahhhh!" Garret screamed as he clutched his gut and doubled over with the pain.

Kelly pulled the blade free and prepared to drive it in again. Gary could see the knife as it was about to strike. he rolled on his side, trying to protect his chest. Kelly's strike entered his body slicing through his lat muscle under his arm and penetrating his chest for most of a foot in depth.

Rolling onto his back on the floor, he lay as still as he could Any movement sent searing pain through his body. His lungs were quickly filling with blood.Garret jumped, startled as Kelly put his hand on his stiff cock, now starting to tent his shorts. He could do very little to stop him and Kelly soon had him tingling with sexual excitement as he neared orgasm.

"Oh, Oh! Oh shit, shit, shit." Garret gasped. "Aaaaaaaaghhhh!"

Kelly squealed with delight as Garret erupted into his waiting mouth while screaming with excruciating pain...

Kelly raised up to look at his victim and found him staring up at the ceiling, dead.

Suddenly realizing that Garrets screams must have alerted the whole building, he quickly slipped Garrets cock back in his shorts and hurried out the door before anyone could catch him.

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