Seth's Rampage - Part 9

The Killings Continue.

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Seth's Rampage - Part 9 - "I'm Still Here" -
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?
Having rid the world of the copycat killer, Seth now proceeds to rebuild his reputation.

The story continues... 

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Max

Max pulled the door open and smiled broadly as he saw his friend Seth standing there carrying a large case.

"Hey Seth, You're early!" He stepped back, " Come on in."

"Thanks Max, I was out getting some things and decided rather than go all the way home and come back out I would just come on over.  Hope you don't mind."

"Hell no!  Glad you did.  I just got in from my jog, I'm still all sweaty..." He eyed the big case. "Take up a musical instrument?" he quipped. "A keyboard, like mine?"

"I brought something to show you,  You asked me about it a few days ago and I thought I would bring it over. It's my bow.  Wanna see?"

"Hell yes! Lets see it." Max sat on the sofa and watched as Seth unsnapped the case and pulled out the compound bow. Lifting it up, he handed it to Max.

"Oh wow!" he said.  "This thing's really light."

"Light but deadly." Seth answered. "I could put an arrow through your heart at 60 yards with this."

"Just like the 'Campus Killer' did with so many." He whispered. "God! What a way for him to go. Knife into his skull! Wow! . . .Wonder who it was that killed him?" He handed the bow back to Seth. "Why didn't he come forward and tell us who he is.  He's a hero."

Seth put the bow back in the case and closed it. "Hard to say.  I guess he just didn't want people to know who he was."

"Yeah.  Probably afraid that he will get charged with killing him." He stood up. "Frankly, I'm glad that bastard is dead." "No more living in fear." Max peeled his tee shirt off and threw it on the couch. "Hey, I'm going to take a shower before we get started. Wanna join me?"

"Seriously?  Sure." Seth answered, following him into the bedroom.

In a few seconds, Max had slipped his shorts,  and jockstrap off, and selected a few things to put on after his shower. He carefully laid them out on a chair and turned to pick up the dirty things on the bed.  Seth peeled his own shirt off and stood watching the firm athletic body strutting around in front of him. Seth admired his physique, his handsome face and that inviting piece of meat dangling between his legs, accented by two perfect, meaty balls. Max smiled when he saw Seth looking at him.

"Like what you see?" Max asked, turning slowly so Seth could get a good look at all angles.

"Very much." Seth answered, licking his lips.

"Then go ahead.  We've got an hour.  Sex and showers here and smiles when we get there."

Max's thick meat started to stiffen as Seth put his arm around his chest from behind and rubbed his firm pecs.  He could smell Seth's manly aroma and feel his firm muscular chest as he pressed it against him. Seth's arm slid slowly down his chest and moved over the hard ridges of his tight abdominal muscles, pausing at his navel just long to explore it with a playful poke into it's depths.  Max shivered with delight as Seth's gentle touch moved down into his thick pubes.  Taking a deep breath Seth grasped Max's now firm shaft while gently blowing into his ear.

"Ooooohhhhh..."  He moaned as Seth began to stroke his manhood. "Take me away, Seth.  I'm all yours."


Seth started licking the salty sweat from Max's neck and shoulder sending a flock of goose bumps scurrying across his shoulders and down his arms. Max shivered  with delight at the sensation.

"Ooh, I think I've died and gone to heaven!" Max cooed.

"That comes later." Seth whispered, his lips touching Max's ear.

Seth continued to stroke and rub. blowing and licking Max's ear and rubbing his butt cheeks, back and side with his other hand, sliding his fingers deep down the crack, pausing at Max's tight butt hole to poke is finger in and tease.

Pulling his fingers away he reached around and put them up to Max's nose. Moving to where he could sniff his fingers too they  sniffed them together.  Max couldn't hold  it any longer...

"I'm going to cum!" he moaned. "Oh God! Here it comes..."


"Hold on. Not yet!" Seth urged as he stopped stroking. Hold your breath as long as you can. It will make this even better!"

"I'll try" Max replied.  He sucked in a deep breath and clamped his lips tightly as Seth rubbed his hand over the now, even tighter washboard of Max's rock hard ab muscles.

Slowly  sliding his hand back down through the treasure trail, through the tight bush of pubes and back onto the throbbing, veins of his painfully hard shaft, Seth slowly resumed his rhythmic strokes he gradually tightened his grip on max's cock as he reached the point of volcanic ecstasy. His face reddened and the veins in his neck and face stood out like thick snakes bulging out from under his skin. Fresh beads of sweat glistened on his skin and he shivered with anticipation, frustration and delight. His scalp prickled and he started to see sparkles and lights as his oxygen starved body strained for survival.

"Phewwwhhhh" the air blasted from his lips and he quickly sucked in another deep breath.

"Yeahhhhhhhgh!"

His whole body tensed up as he felt the long blade stab in through his back and into his pounding heart. His cum erupted in powerful spurts that splattered onto his bed speckling the black covers with pearlescent drops of his sweet death cum.  Seth held him up as his body shuddered, convulsing with sexual release and the onset of finality as his life force ebbed. Seth  kissed him passionately, savoring his breath exhaled directly into his lungs with desperate , panting gasps. He felt the trembling of his body as it weakened and  reacted to the growing agony. Seth then slid his hand up the length of Max's withering shaft, squeezing the last of the man milk out and onto his hand. Max's  legs started to buckle and Seth roughly shoved him face first, bouncing onto the bed.  He could feel the slick cum on his face as it was being rubbed into the bed. His manhood was still dry-pumping as he started to fade.

Seth bent down and whispered "Thanks Max. Hope it was as good for you as it was it was for me. You were awesome." He licked his ear again, savoring the fresh, salty sweat, bearing the last bit of natural secretion that the handsome, strong body would produce as it surrendered to death, it was also the last thing Max felt as he lost consciousness.

 Licking the last of Max's cum from his hand, Seth pulled the thick blade from between his shoulders, wiped the blood on the bed and turned toward the door.

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Nash

Opening the door a bit, Nash peered through the narrow crack.

"Yeah? Who is it?"

"Hey Nash, It's me, Seth. Can I come in?"

The door slammed shut. "Nash?"

"Just a minute." There were several clicks and rattles as Seth stood waiting. Finally the door opened wide.

"Seth, come on in!" He looked past Seth. "Where's Max?"

"He couldn't make it." Seth answered. "I think he's in bed."

"That sly dog. Who with?" Nash quipped.

"He was alone when I left him." Seth answered.

"Too bad.  He's going to miss all of the fun."

"Who else is coming?" Seth asked.

"Glenn and Jason should be here soon. Chip is up in his room playing his tunes, as usual." He looked at Seth. "What's in the box? Did you bring me a present?" He patted Seth's shoulder. "Just kidding."... "So what's in the box?"

Seth laughed at the obviously nervous attempt at humor.  It was funny and Nash looked funny standing there in his white bath robe dark stubbly face and flip flops. Nash was curious and he really hoped that Seth had brought some elaborate costume or maybe some really cool sex toys. He wanted to tease Seth into letting him take a look inside.

"Here, open it up."  Seth said. "But I get to see what you're hiding under that bathrobe."

Nash eagerly flipped the latches open and placed his hands on the lid. Looking at Seth he slowly raised the lid about half way, then flipped it wide open.

Looking into the case, he stared in silence for a few seconds, and turned to look at Seth.

"Holy shit!  I knew it!  I thought so all along!" Turning to Seth he looked up at him.  A knot tightened in Seth's gut. 'What was Nash going to do now?' Seth reached around to pull his knife from the sheath down the back of his pants waistband, He unsnapped the leather retainer strap...

"You're the one! . . . You're fuckin' Cupid!"  "You flit around from place to place shooting your love arrows into guys, setting the fires of love!" Nash stood quickly and ran to Seth, hugging him and planting a big wet smacker right on his lips. His stubbly face prickled as he rubbed it against Seth's face and Seth couldn't help it, he liked the feel. Nash came up for air and Seth wiped the slobber from his lips.  He did manage a smile.

Nash was never like this.  He was usually a quiet geeky guy that usually kept to himself and this "screaming queen" side of him was something completely new to Seth.

Nash stepped back a few steps and untied his bathrobe belt.

"Now my part of the bargain..." He spread the bathrobe wide. "Ta-Daaa!"

Seth couldn't help it.  His mouth dropped at the sight. Standing before him was a beautiful specimen of the human male form. He was not the skinny geeky guy that Seth had expected to see, rather he was handsome, muscular and tanned. His robe dropped to the floor revealing his strong arms, muscular shoulders, well defined pecs, abs, handsome strong thighs and an impressive thick, dangling cock, all framed by a studded leather harness.  He struck a pose, flexing his muscles and tightening his abs. Turning around he flared his lats and revealed a handsome v shaped muscular back and tight, firm glutes.

"Holy shit!" Seth breathed. "You look awesome!"

"Thanks, You like it?" he asked. "I made it myself?"

"The harness?" Seth asked.

"No silly, I've been working out.  What do you think?" He turned around again.

"What can I say? You look terrific!" Seth was impressed.

"Coming from you, I'm flattered." Nash smiled broadly. "Thank you."

Deep dark urges started rising inside Seth's very being. He wanted this man. He wanted him desperately, passionately, deeply.  He wanted to feel his dying body shudder in his arms, gasping for his last breath as he savored the aroma of his fear. He wanted to feel his pulse as it went away, forever stilled. He was building a stable of victims that he would join some day in the hereafter, having become his slaves through mortal conquest, to be his to use to satiate his lust for ages to come.  He could feel his lust filling his shaft with hot blooded, firm anticipation.

"I discovered myself. I'm utterly pre programmed to be dominated by another man.  I want to be punished, ordered around, spanked, berated... you name it." He smiled at the growing mass between Seth's legs.  "I see you like that idea too."  He hurried back over to Seth and cupped his hand gently over Seth's bulging crotch, "You need that taken care of Master.  Lets go up and fix what ails you."

Nash lowered his voice to a throaty growl. "Make me bleed, big boy, I can handle it. I'm just for you."

Seth couldn't believe his ears. Here he was being pulled along, being begged for him to be  allowed to become his sex slave.

They headed up the stairs and into Nash's dark bedroom. Nash closed and locked the door.

"Didn't you say Chip was up here?" Seth asked, looking around.

"Oh, he's crankin' his tunes in his room down  the hall. We could set off a bomb in here and he  wouldn't hear it."

Seth looked around the room. On the walls were pictures of battles between muscular warriors in little or no clothing. Various pictures of leather clad sex slaves getting abused by larger, stronger dominators, screaming with pain and pleasure, and several swords of various descriptions.

"Wow, look at this." Seth whistled as he scanned the walls of the small room.

"Fuck that, look at this." Nash said, shaking his still limp cock at Seth.  I want you to make a man out of me.  Make me grow, make me bleed, make me die in your arms." He lay on the bed, feet on the floor. "I'm all yours." He quickly flipped over, offering his firm, muscular ass to Seth to drive his snake home for his pleasure.

Having been aroused by the whole roleplay offer Seth started playing the role of the master.  He quickly unbuttoned his fly and pulled his swollen cock and balls out of their denim confinement. Grabbing Nash roughly by the throat, pulling his head up to the point of pain, just to kiss his lips, then throwing Nash roughly down  and pushing his hands into the handsome lats, grabbing them like handles, he drove his swollen shaft hard and deep into the tender slave's ass.

Nash squealed with delight as the powerful hunk had his way with him. The bed moved toward the side as the powerful thrusts pounded against Nash, who willingly endured the "torture".

Soon, Seth stopped, paused and shuddered with anticipation as he held off the last moments before climax, then rammed his shaft full strength with all of his might, filling Nash with his cum, now acting as a much needed lubricant. Seth bit a little harder than he had intended  on Nash's ear, causing him to yelp with pain.

"Sorry." Seth apologized, pulling out of the tortured ass.

"Oh God! Don't apologize. You were fantastic!" I've never had somebody that didn't hold back before."

"Want me to do you now?"  Nash offered. "I have these." he pulled a pair of handcuffs out from under his pillow.

"No thanks." Seth said, pushing the cuffs back.

"No, here.  Use them on me." Nash said, clicking the cuffs on his wrist. "Cuff me to the bed, to you, anything you want." He sat up and embraced Seth. "You were so fucking good.  I want you to be super satisfied with me.

"What's this...?" Nash felt the handle of the knife in the back of Seth's jeans. Quickly pulling the knife out, Nash held it where he could look at it.

"Oh oh, big boy. You've been holding out on me."

"Huh?" Seth asked.

"I love this stuff! Here!" Nash handed the knife to Seth. "Take it.  Hold it to my throat, drag it across my chest, threaten to castrate me!" "You are such a hot player!  Where  the hell have you been all of my life?"

"Good thing I showed up here right at the end of it." Seth said, taking the knife.

"I'm at your mercy.  Have your wa..  *Unh!*"

Nash jerked convulsively with the sudden pain. Looking at his pierced chest, he sucked in one last breath.  His lips moved as though he was trying to say something as he looked  pleadingly into Seth's steely eyes but suddenly dropped, limp and motionless back against the bed.

"See you soon, you sexy bastard!" Seth said standing to his feet.

Seth stood, stuffed his meat back into his jeans and slowly re-buttoned his fly. "Damn, what a hot find..." he muttered as he reached for the handle that stood straight, tall and proud from the now still, unmoving chest.  The blade resisted, having been wedged into the breastbone. He rocked it up and down trying to break it loose until it finally pulled free.

Finally Seth picked up the thick, dark skinned cock, hefted it's mass and pulled on it, checking it for length.  "Nice." he said, letting it drop to the crumpled pillow.

"Real nice."

Seth stood, looking around the room at the images of gladiators, knights and warriors locked in mortal combat. the weapons, proudly displayed on the walls and the handsome body with the dark hole seeping blood laying against the bed.

Pulling a gleaming sword from the wall, he tested the blade and was surprised to find it was really sharp.

Placing the tip of the sword against Nash's abdomen, he pressed it inward.  The skin resisted, forming a deep well as he watched the blood push out of the chest wound with the pressure.  Suddenly the blade slipped through as the surrounding skin returned to a near normal shape with the slender blade now deep inside the unfeeling body.  Slowly pulling the blade free, he watched the dark fluid run down the rippled abs and spill down the flaccid shaft to the fabric of the pillow on the floor.

"I can use this." he whispered as he turned to unlock the bedroom door.  Pocketing the key and resetting the lock to keep prying eyes out - just a little longer, Seth closed the door and started downstairs.

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Glenn

"Anybody here?" The shout startled him.

"I'm here!" Seth answered, stepping down the stairs, sword in hand. "Who's here?"

"Glenn." he answered. "Seth? Is that you?"

"Hey Glenn, Great to see you." He smiled and offered Glenn a friendly handshake. Glenn was a strong, friendly guy that Glenn knew from several classes at the academy.  He was handsome, well built guy that always seemed to be ready with a warm smile. Seth  noticed the nice, inviting bulge in his snug pants as he stood, shaking the firm hand.

"Wow, Is that yours?" Glen asked, pointing to the sword.

"It is now. Nash just gave it to me." he answered.

"Gave it to you?  Wow."  He smiled, "Must be nice." he said. "I love those things."

"Yeah, it is." Seth said holding it up.

"Can I see it?"

"Sure." Seth handed it over to Glenn for his inspection.

"I've always imagined myself fighting an opponent armed with a sword, fighting to the death  on a field of battle or in some arena somewhere, some time." He felt the blade edge."Hey, that thing's sharp." He said, "Must be 'battle ready',  that blade has been honed." He smiled at Seth, "Can you imaging getting one of these rammed through your gut? "Uggghh! , you got me!" he grabbed his belly as if stabbed. "Wow.  Hot way to buy the farm." Seth could see the bulge in his pants growing as he spoke. Seth felt his own starting to react to the whole image of this fine specimen skewered through the middle, helplessly on his way to paradise.

Glen looked over the pommel, handle, hilt and blade.  He hefted the sword and swished ti through the air and pointed it threateningly at Seth's belly and pretended to place it in a sheath. , Finally satisfied, he handed it back to Seth.

"So, what are you planning to do with it?" Glenn asked, handing the weapon back to Seth.

"Probably, mostly hang it up on my wall." Seth replied,  "I could use it for self defense, in case there's another serial killer out there." He said, waving the point near Glenn's face.

"I'd love to see you naked, swishing this thing like your life depended on it..." Glenn quipped.

"Whoa there," let me see that again." Glenn said, reaching for the blade. "Looks like something smeared on the blade here."  Glenn tipped the blade to see better.  He tested the smear with his finger, rubbed his fingers together, sniffed, scowled and looked at Seth.

"This is blood." He announced. "Fresh blood." Glenn's mind rushed back to the string of recent killings, all of the bodies, mostly killed with knives, swords and arrows. "Where is Nash? He's usually all over everybody when we get here..."

"He's still up in his room. Getting dressed. He took a shower." Seth answered.

"Maybe I ought to go up there and help him get dressed..." he said, starting toward the stairs.

"Don't do that." Seth ordered, as he quickly placed the tip of the sword on  the top of Glenn's belt buckle. The tick of metal against metal made Glenn freeze in place. He looked into Seth's eyes.  The easygoing smile was gone and in it's place was a stern, determined glare.

"Seth?" Glenn said, starting to back away "What have you done?"

"He's perfectly fine, just waiting for me." Seth replied. Maybe you can wait with him..."

"Wait with him, for what?" Glen backed into the arm of the couch and unexpectedly sat down. Quickly grabbing the blade, he tried to protect himself from it. Seth continued to step toward him and the sword continued with him.

"Uhhhhh!" he gasped as the blade slowly slipped through his body. "Aghhhhh."  Blood smeared the blade from his fingers as the sharp edges easily sliced through. He sat helplessly looking at the blade, his bloody fingers and at Seth.

"Why? Seth, why do this?" he gasped, "We were friends..."

"Still are." Seth answered. "Now we will be forever."

"Uh... Uh...Ughh..."

Glenn gasped with a hoarse raspy sound coming from his throat.  Trembling as he started to lose consciousness, he slumped forward and fell to the floor. The sword rammed in until the hilt rested against his body and nearly all of the blade stood straight and tall out of the ragged hole in his back.  He moaned softly as a broad, spreading pool of blood grew across the hardwood floor.

The sound of a slamming car door caught his attention.

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Jason

Quickly grabbing his compound bow case, Seth hurried into the kitchen, out of sight of the front door. He flipped the case open and loaded an arrow. He moved to a position where he could see where Glenn lay crumpled on the floor and waited.

The doorbell rang. *pause* Another ring. *knock* *knock* "Anybody home?" *pause* 

*Click* the front door opened with a soft squeak. "Nash, Chip,... You guys here?"

"Oh my God!" Seth recognized Jason's voice.  "Oh shit!"

Hurried footsteps on the hardwood floor, Seth raised his bow. 

Jason arrived at Glenn's fallen form.  He felt the weak pulse in his neck and knew that if he moved him that he would likely die. Looking around quickly for a phone, Jason spotted Seth, arrow drawn back and ready.  Jumping out of the way, the arrow disappeared into the leather sofa, leaving a tiny slit where it had struck. Jason was having a hard time moving because of the slick coat of blood on his shoes on the smooth, waxed floor.

Seth burst out of the kitchen door as Jason backed away.

"No, Don't!" Jason pleaded, raising his hands to protect himself from the arrow. Seth released the shaft. "Please . . . "Unh!" He jerked back with the impact of the arrow, crashing into the front window, shattering the glass and falling in a tangle of glass shards and mangled blinds.

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Chip

"Damn, that was loud." Seth muttered, his thoughts turning to Chip, still upstairs, in the room right over this one. He heard the sound of something moving around up in the room. "Shit!" he spat the word out as he hurried up the stairs, trying to be as quiet as he could. 

Slipping into the first room at the top of the steps, he closed the door, leaving a narrow crack so he could see into the hall.

He heard the door down the hall open and the sound of bare feet padding down the hall. "What the hell happened down there?" Chip called out as he started down the steps.

Seth stepped through the door and quickly aimed down the steps.

"Aaaahh!" Chip felt the arrow slam through his shoulder blade and jut out through his chest near his shoulder.  as he stumbled into the living room he saw the bodies, bloody footprints  between the two bodies and the shattered window and rushed toward the front door, slamming it behind him.

Hearing the door, Seth ran towards Chip's room. Seeing Chip stumbling toward the driveway, he slid the window open and took aim.  Chip fell on the driveway and hearing the window, turned and looked up. Just able to make out something inside the room, he started to shield his eyes from the bright glare just as the next arrow split his breastbone with a loud *thwack*.

In moments it was over for him.  He lay on his side, silent of all cries for help as Seth arrived and dragged his limp form back in through the front door.

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Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.  ~Herodotus

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