Seth's Rampage - Part 10

The Killings Continue.

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Seth's Rampage - Part 10 - "Adding to his Afterlife Stable." -




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?
Convinced that all of those he kills will be his personal possessions, adoring sex slaves devoted only to him, Seth seeks to populate the afterlife with as many handsome, dreamy specimens as he can recruit to serve his every need forever.

The story continues... 

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Hearing the sound of the approaching motorcycle, Seth stood to his feet and watched the roadway for the first sight of his date for the afternoon, Dusty. Soon he spotted the black and green cycle mounted with the stud he had met after the rodeo just a few days ago. Pulling out a cigarette and lighting it he prepared to greet his newest victim. The chance encounter had sparked a quick conversation and an invitation to the coffee shop to get to know each other a bit better. Seth had fallen for the handsome figure in the snug biker gear leaning against a lamp post smoking a cigarette.

"Got another one of those?" Seth asked, pointing to the cigarette dangling from his lip.

"Sure." Dusty replied, a broad friendly smile flashed across his face when he got a look at the stud before him. Dusty pulled his pack of Reds and flipped the top open. "Help yourself."

 "Thanks. Left mine somewhere. Much obliged." Seth wasn't a smoker but he wanted to get to know this hunk and he was more than willing to puff on one to get to know him.

 "Name's Dustin," He said, offering Seth his lighter. Dusty smiled as his eyes scanned over the hunk just a mere arms reach away. "Call me Dusty."
"Don't remember seeing you here before." "I would have remembered this one..." he thought to himself.

 "I'm Seth. Thanks," He replied taking the light. "I came for the Rodeo today." he continued, handing the lighter back.

"Quite a show." Dusty answered.

"Sure was. Did you see it?" Seth asked.

"I was there working in it.  One of the wranglers getting the bulls lined up and in the chutes for the riders." Dusty unzipped his leathers and revealed the red western shirt and jeans complete with the oversized buckle in his wide belt.

"Nice." Seth cooed, smiling approvingly as he took a drag off his cigarette. Dusty eyed the stranger with his own approving smile and was obviously pleased at the display.

One thing lead to another and before long they had arranged to meet here this afternoon for some fun.

Dusty pulled up next to Seth wearing a green Mohawk topped white helmet, green and white leathers and black motorcycle boots. Pulling off his helmet he balanced it on the tank and brushed his hand through his short hair and smiled broadly at his new friend.

Seth was leaning on his car door puffing on the newly lit smoke and he immediately hurried over to join his new friend.

"Hey Bud, I was afraid you might back out and not show up." Dusty said as he dismounted his bike and moved toward Seth. Certain that their remote location insured their privacy Dusty hugged Seth tightly and they kissed long and deeply with the freedom and passion that their lusts for each other desired.

Dusty stepped back and looked Seth over. "Shit, you look so damn hot! I was afraid it was just a dream the other day." he said. "I have been thinking about you almost constantly."

"Same here." Seth confessed. Just glad I happened by before you finished your cigarette and moved on. Oh, here!" Seth pulled his pack out and offered one to Dusty.

"Thanks, Seth but I would rather have this one, if you don't mind." Dusty smiled as he carefully picked Seth's red from his lips and placed it in his own.

"Ok... " Seth smiled as he pulled another Marlboro from the pack for himself and lit it.

The two chatted for a few minutes while they finished their smokes.  Dusty broke the filter from the one he had pulled from Seth's lip and carefully placed it inside his pack.

"Just for later.  It was yours. It's special to me."

"Awww, that's nice.  Never had anyone save something like that before." Seth leaned over and kissed Dusty again, starting a minor wrestling match as they playfully groped and grabbed at each other before Seth suddenly stopped.

"What's this?" Seth asked holding the top edge of the rubber suit that Dusty was wearing under his leathers.

"Hey, Take a look." Dusty said, eagerly unzipping his leathers and spreading the top wide so Seth could see.

"Rubber?" Seth asked. "Wow - that's hot!" he breathed, touching the shiny black suit with his fingers.

"I hope that doesn't bother you Seth," Dusty said, a little worried. "I can change into regular clothes, I brought them too."

"No, Dusty, Chill!" Seth said. "It's ok, I think it's great."

"We talked about roleplaying and different kinds of gear, I thought I would give you a taste of  some of it." Dusty said.

"It's great," Seth answered. "I'm glad you wore it.  Makes things all the hotter."

Reaching into the bag he had strapped to his bike, Dusty pulled out the rest of the outfit - a full Respirator mask.  Pulling it down over his face he stood watching Seth as he stood smiling back at him in obvious approval at the sight.

"What's this?" Seth asked, tugging at the bag hanging from the mask.

"It's a rebreather bag." Dusty said, pulling the mask from his head. "You can adjust this so you cut down on the oxygen level in your system.  Really gets your body primed so you get a wicked hard on and super ejaculation. Here, try it on.  I want to see you in it, just this once anyways."

Seth took the mask and slipped it down over his face so he could see out through the eye holes.  After a bit of adjustment, he smiled at Dusty (even though Dusty couldn't see his grin behind that mask.)

"Here," Dusty said, adjusting something, "Now breathe deep."

As Seth inhaled the bag deflated, shutting of his air. Seth exhaled and it re inflated. Breathing in and out Seth soon started panting and struggling to get enough air through the restricted airway. Pulling the mask away from his face, Seth panted briefly, catching his breath and becoming aware of the growing mass in his crotch, much to his surprise and Dusty's delight.

"Wow. That's wicked." Seth said smiling with embarrassment and delight at the stiff shaft outlined in his snug jeans after the short use of the mask. Now that he was all boned up and horny, Seth started going into action.

Handing the mask back to Dusty, Seth carefully guided it down over Dusty's smiling face, allowing him to adjust the airflow to a comfortable level and then starting to rub his hands over the slick, snug rubber suit. Seth moved around behind Dusty, holding him tightly against his chest while rubbing his crotch up against Dusty's backside as his hands explored the contours of the sensuous outfit, sliding down until he found the tightly bound rod inside Dusty's gyrating  crotch. After turning the valve on the rebreather so that Dusty's oxygen was restricted to a dizzying level, Seth rhythmically massaged the tight crotch until Dustin thought he was going to explode.

"Whoa, wait." Dusty said, trying his best not to explode inside his rubber skin, "I want you to put  my leathers on for me, I want to see you in these." I want you to cum inside my leathers,"

Seth stopped and moved back around in front of Dusty, holding his wad back and reaching for his little surprise that he kept in the sheath in the back of his jeans.

Dusty was panting hard, trying to get enough air but he left the valve set where it was so that he wouldn't lose the low oxygen buzz.

Struggling to get the leathers open Dusty pulled them wide just as Seth struck, quickly lifting the rebreather bag and driving the long, thick blade most of it's nearly twelve inch length in through the shiny black rubber into Dusty's heaving chest, splitting his rapidly pounding heart from front to back turning it into a useless, quivering sack of muscle now wrapped around the finely polished and honed blade.

Inside the hot, snug, sweaty rubber, Dusty's loins exploded in sexual fury as it never had before.  Painful convulsions rocked his body as the spasms pumped thick columns of cum onto the rubber suit, lubricating the shaft, allowing it to slip freely around inside the snug suit, enhancing the already over stimulated shaft's eruptions and the sensuality of the death throes of orgasm.

Dusty's muffled scream stopped abruptly as the bag reached full inflation and immediately collapsed as he inhaled his last breath of over used air. His mind reeled with the flood of pain, pleasure and oxygen deprivation. His thoughts ranged from horror to ecstasy to lust for his handsome killer to disappointment that this would be the last time he could ever feel such wild stimulation.

Staggering backward, Dusty fell to the ground and landed hard in a sitting position, head back, still holding his biker outfit open as a low moan escaped his body, inflating the bag slowly, just as he fell back.

Acting immediately, Seth reached down and slipped the black and green biker suit off from Dusty's limp form leaving the glossy black figure glistening in the bright sunlight with the big blade still deep inside his unbreathing chest.

Quickly undressing, Seth slid on the leathers over his tanned skin and packed his rigid shaft inside.  Standing over Dusty's awesome form, looking even hotter with the huge blade through his heart and his still stiff cock and nice big balls bulging prominently in the snug rubber, Seth finished off his painfully hard erection with his own massive ejaculation, filling the inside of Dusty's leathers with his own slippery manjuice which Seth played with, slipping cock, balls and fingers around inside the outfit spreading his cum inside it just as Dusty had asked for - getting his last wish, even though he didn't quite live long enough to see it for himself.

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Sneaking across the back yard in the flickering firelight, the frightened but determined figure crept as silently as he could, trying to stay out of the line of sight of the figure relaxing in the resin chair, staring blankly, watching the flickering fire attracting a few moths to it's deadly realm, calling them to their deaths while they are totally unaware of the danger that waits for them. Musing over the fate of the insects in the fire, the images of fantastic battles between men in surreal uniforms, scantily clad warriors, battling and dying at the point of sword and spear screaming briefly before falling from the field of battle into the deep abyss of the unseen realms of eternity, while the victors move on to the next foe and repeat the process of battle, victory and death again. Already aroused by the images in his mind, Wes sat transfixed with the scene that played itself out in his imagination, rubbing and squeezing his stiffening manhood and getting ready to move on to full self gratification in the flickering light.

Suddenly, a hand reached under his chin and tilted his head back. Expecting it to be his friend Dan, he playfully looked up across the bulging crotch that hovered just above his face and took just a moment to catch the unfamiliar face over him just as a quick movement and the glint of steel punctuated with the searing pain of the knife splitting skin,muscle and bone as it plunged in through the hard bony bridge at the top of his chest and lodged in his airway.

Trying to scream, he gurgled a froth of blood that rapidly choked off his throat and kept any air from getting back in as he tried to comprehend his sudden demise at the hand of an unknown assailant. Blood gushed from the wound only briefly as his body twitched and rocked rhythmically and jerked spasmodically before it fell limp in the chair and a small wet spot slowly started spreading out from the tip of his softening penis visible at the end of the bulge in his lap.

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Carefully peering in the back door of the big dorm house before entering the room the less than stealthy young intruder ducked out of sight as two occupants came toward him. Slipping into a closet in the hall he ducked out of sight as they come into the room

"He's outside watching the fire. Probably pounding his pud again." Dan quipped.  "I'll go out and help."

"Find out what he wants on his pizza this time. I'm going to call for it in a few minutes and we can eat it out back." the other said. Get the beers out of the cooler too.

"Ok. I'll be right back." Dan said as he headed toward the back door.  The other headed out toward the front of the house and the hidden figure emerged from the confines of the closet and hurried out the back door.

"Hey Wes! What ya want on yer pizza?" Dan yelled as he headed back toward the fire in the fenced in yard.

"You want pepperoni, mushrooms and extra cheese again?... Hey, You sleepin... Oh..."

"What the hell?"

Frozen with terror Dan stood staring at the bloody corpse in the chair. His  eyes locked on Wes' face, mouth open, eyes staring up toward the sky and the wide river of blood that ran down his chest.

"Dan... No! No!  Uhnghhh!"

The searing pain in his lower back ripped his attention from the bloody body and sent him reeling as the killer ripped the blade from his back and rammed it in again.

"Aaaaghhhh!" he called out "Help!" Help! Unh!" His calls were silenced as the last thrust ripped up through his back and pierced his heart from the rear. Falling to the ground he started to curl into a ball but fell motionless before he could finish curling up.

"What's going on out there?" The voice called out from inside the building.  The terrified knife wielding killer ripped the blade from his now silenced victim and hurried toward the door.

Just inside the door they met. Jay barely caught sight of the  stranger that smashed through the door just in front of him. He did feel the searing pain in his gut as the blade sliced in through his belly to the hilt. As the killer pushed against him, head down and blade pumping in and out of his tortured body, he was driven backward until he backed into the closet door. Looking up his eyes met those of his killer.  The wild eyed terror on the killer's face almost matched Jay's terror filled expression.  In a moment the blade was ripped from his body again and Jay started to double over with pain.  Before he could fall he was pounded down through his back as the wild attacker continued stabbing, each stab designed to pound him to the floor, drive him down into the grave so that he could not escape

 - could not cry out - could never get back up - and most of all, could never live to identify his killer.

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Seth stood impatiently waiting at the front door as the sound of footsteps grew gradually louder until the sound of the deadbolt sliding back announced that he would finally get to meet his date face to face.

Oh what a face it was! Handsome clean shaven and very nicely muscular, Seth caught himself gasping at the wonderful specimen of male beauty that smiled out at him from behind the heavy oak door.

Rick's eyes widened as he spotted Seth as well. He had hoped that Seth would turn out to be as good looking as his profile pic but this was better than he could have hoped. His secret desire fired up inside him as he stood there staring out at Seth, savoring the moment and starting to lose control of himself.

"Can I come in, or should I just leave?" Seth asked after a long, uncomfortable silence.

"Uh... Sorry. No. - Yes, come on in. . . Please!" 

Rick was embarrassed.  Stammering like a teenager!  Stepping back he ushered Seth inside, closed the door and secured the deadbolt.

"I'm sorry about that," Rick said, regaining his composure. "I just didn't expect . . ." He trailed off, not sure how to continue.

"Are you OK?" Seth asked, "I can come back some other time if there's a problem."

"No, I'm OK.  I just . . . " he paused. "Seth, I just didn't expect you to look so damned HOT in person. Fuck! You need to update your profile with a better picture. That pic doesn't do you any kind of justice."

"Thanks, you're no slouch yourself, Rick. Damn, I thought I was dreaming when you opened that door. You are just about perfect for me.  Everything I like in a guy, It's like you were put together just to make me happy."

They sat down in the living room of the big old house and chatted about things for a while, just getting to know each other. Seth sat on the couch and Rick pulled a chair out of it's place nearby and sat down within arm's reach of his studly visitor.  They found out that they had a  lot of common interests which turned Seth on even more. Rick finally brought up the Campus Killer.

"What do you think about that guy?" Rick asked.

"I don't know what to think." Seth said. "There sure have been a lot of guys killed."

"I wonder what he looks like." Rick said looking off in the dark space of his imagination. "Have you seen the pictures of the guys he has killed?" Rick watched Seth as he thought about it. "...Not the pictures of them after they were killed, the pictures of them before... Class photos, family pics, those kind."

"Yeah, I've seen them." Seth admitted. "Why?"

"They're all good looking.  Almost all of them were great looking."

"Hadn't noticed." Seth tried to make it sound convincing.

"You're lying." Rick said bluntly. "You have an eye for guys just like I do. You have noticed.  You don't need to lie to me, Seth." "Besides," He smiled. "I saw the way you looked at me at the door."

Seth relaxed a bit.

"Can you imagine what it must be like?  They say that most of them were killed by someone they apparently trusted.  Someone they knew, someone they never would have suspected."

Now Seth was getting nervous again.

"They probably never see it coming,  The killer comes as a friend, probably invited by the victim.  This guy is good, he gets them comfortable, often gets them to strip off their clothes and when they are all relaxed, or in the very act of sex between them ...  SHIK!  In goes the blade."

Seth was tense, not to mention stimulated. Rick's description brought a flood of memories, flashes of faces, echoes of screams and groans of the fallen heroes of his adventures that already await him in his afterlife.  At the same time he ached inside at the perfect vision of manhood in the room with him that he desperately wanted to add to his stable. Rick's narrative had him getting painfully hard and he was going to have to do something soon. Surprisingly enough, Seth spotted the rising bulge in Rick's well worn jeans, partially hidden behind his arm resting in his lap.

"God! What a hot way to go!"

RIck's sudden shout startled Seth back from his shower of memories.

"Huh?"

"Yeah! Can you imagine it? Super hot guy - like you Seth, comes to their home or meets them someplace and they think they are going to have a hot date with a fuckin' hot stud and at the height of their passion, 'Unghhh!'" Rick grabbed at his chest and threw his body back, sprawling against the chair in the throes of his mock death, his very prominent erection now displayed for Seth's further stimulation.

Rick raised his head to look at Seth and was amused to see Seth staring open mouthed at his crotch with an obvious lustful glint in his eyes. He spotted Seth's own crotch mound at the same time and knew he wanted to ask "the question" but hardly dared go that far.

Seth sat back on the sofa, shielding his throbbing mound from Rick again with his arm resting where it blocked Rick's full view.

On the other hand, Rick sat up and stood to his full height, strutting around the room under the pretense of getting something for them to drink and made absolutely no effort to hide his boner from Seth.

Popping the top on a beer, Rick handed it to Seth and opened one for himself as he stood directly in front of Seth's crotch-level eyes and continued.

"Seth, I know this sounds really crazy to most people but I want that!"

"You want what? . . . you want the campus killer to kill you?"

"If he is anywhere near as hot as you? Absolutely!" Rick spread his arms wide and thrust his hips forward to accentuate his bulging crotch. "Look at me! I'm so damned horny just talking about this, I can hardly keep from blowing my wad right here in my jeans!"

"Can you imagine how hot that would be?  I'm in he best shape I have ever been. In my prime, strong, virile had horny. Think of it... You get all wrapped up in the hottest stud you have ever met, he turns you on so bad that you can hardly take the pain and suddenly he rips your heart open just as you're ready to cum!" Rick grabbed his painfully hard bulge and dropped to his knees at Seth's feet, "Make me a happy man, Seth, tell me you're the one."

Seth sat in stunned silence, not sure what to say or do.

"Shit!" Rick said. "I've scared you off." He stood up. "I'm sorry Seth. Please don't think I'm crazy. I've just had this wild fetish ever since I was a kid just coming into puberty. I would see some hot guy in a movie getting shot with an arrow, stabbed with a sword or knife and it's off to my bedroom to jack off while that hot guy's death was still fresh in my mind."

"Rick," Seth started. "Have you ever roleplayed with anyone?"

"A few times." He admitted. "It's a little hard to find guys to do it with."

"Well you've found one now." Seth said, leaning forward gently grabbed Rick's legs and pulled him over to sit beside him on the sofa.

"I love your fetish. It's the hottest thing I have ever heard, and to hear you practically beg me to be the Campus Killer, offering yourself to me like that..."

The two started getting to know each other much better, at least physically as their hands explored the muscular contours of the other, hugging, rubbing and kissing until the clothes started coming off.

"No." Rick said, pushing Seth back a bit, "Not out here.  Lets go in my bedroom."

Untangling their bodies they got up and started toward the room together.

"Wait a second..." Rick said, suddenly turning toward the kitchen. "I want to get something.

In the kitchen he searched through the drawers, rattling the contents about until he found what he was looking for...

"Here, take this. It's my favorite knife. We can play with this, it's real sharp - cuts through anything." Rick placed the handle in Seth's hand. We can play serial killer and victim - Guess which one I want to play." He placed his hands on both sides of Seth's face. "With any luck at all, you'll turn out to be the real man of my dreams and fulfill my greatest desire." With that, he pulled Seth's face to his and again drowned Seth in a sea of passion.

Wrapping his arm around Seth's waist, he escorted him up to his darkened bedroom. Opening the door he lead Seth inside the cozy room and to the bed. There he started to gently disrobe his guest and place his things, one by one, on the dresser, neatly folded and arranged.

"I wish I could have these things cleaned for you. Treat you like the Royal Prince that you are. - No, forgive me, the god that you are."

Stripped to his nicely tanned skin, Seth sat watching his host as he carefully stripped to his briefs, all the time keeping his eyes on his guest, watching carefully watching for all signs of disappointment or stimulation. Seth was obviously aroused.  The unexpected turn of events here had him excited and in full anticipation of the most thrilling experience of his career as curator of the finest specimens of male beauty that he could find, and Rick was going to be his favorite for a long, long time.

Rick was determined to see to it that Seth would have the best time that he possibly could have and to feel free to take this to the highest level. Desperately hoping that Seth would finish with a real thrust of his beautifully long, slender and finely honed knife in through his chest and through his fiercely pounding heart.

He was beginning to tent his briefs again and knew that another episode of imaginary death at the hand of this man with his breathtaking beauty, that he would ruin it by shooting his load inside his snug briefs before he was ready.

Hugging, kissing and caressing, gently but firmly he handled every inch of Seth's toned body, sending the nerve endings into a heightened state of over stimulation.

Seth ,marveled at the skill of the dedicated servant, living only to serve his sovereign lord in the most pleasing manner possible. Their breathing grew heavier, they entangled themselves in each other, kissing, rubbing, caressing, licking and fondling until Rick gently pressed Seth over on his back on the bed and moved into position, taking Seth's long, thick, rigid shaft into his mouth and started the gentle process of stimulating Seth slowly and powerfully, bringing him to the edge of the erupting volcano only to drop back long enough for them to make the journey again, and again.

Seth thought he was going to die of ecstatic pleasure.  He was all tied up inside as he reached the threshold again, ready to explode but having the expertly delivered fellatio withdrawn before climax.

Watching Seth's reactions, Rick knew the time had finally come. "This time for real.." he said as he restarted the oral stimulation.  Seth was tingling all over as the final round started.  Just knowing that this was the time that he would finish helped him to relax under the control of this incredible man, anticipating what was about to come...

Suddenly, every nerve fired with a powerful jolt, his muscles tightened into powerful knots and his body arched as if he was having a seizure!

"Aaaaaghhhh!!!" Seth screamed, a lot louder than he would have ever expected. His groin exploded with pent up fire, his innards constricted shooting everything they had through the narrow vessels, stretching them painfully as the body was finally able to rid itself of the pent up energy and fluids, filling Rick's throat with the reward of his labor.

Not yet finished, Rick kept stroking and sucking the well, pumping and coaxing everything still in there to the tip of the great shaft, greedily licking and savoring every pearlescent drop of fluid that surrendered itself to his waiting mouth.

"Uh - Uh - Uh! Oohhhh!" Seth moaned as his aching body continued to dry pump, still trying to feed the hungry lips that still called for what Seth could no longer deliver.

At last, Rick stopped and relaxed.

Seth ached all over.  He was still panting and the roaring in his ears still signaled each heartbeat. He lay flat on the bed as Rick slid up beside him, snuggling up close to his sweaty body, caressing him and gently kissing his body until he reached his face.  The kiss was long and passionate.  Seth felt the firm muscles and soft skin sliding along his wet body, smelled the wonderful man aroma of the hunk that was trying to become closer to him than his own skin.  He tasted the beads of sweat on Ricks face and finally the taste of his own cum as Rick's tongue probed his mouth and played with his own tongue.

Seth could also feel the rigid mound of Rick's long held erection, stretching the snug briefs as it pressed against his thigh, sliding up and finally resting comfortably against his own semi firm manhood.

"My turn." Seth said, gently rolling Rick over and setting him in place on the bed.

Sliding down Rick's awesome body, Seth arrived at those snugly stuffed briefs and pulled them down until Rick's stiff cock popped up, free of it's confining prison, ready to play.

Fondling Rick's firm balls within their sack, he rubbed and squeezed them just enough to hear the first moans of pain and then lower the pressure just below the point of pain, Rick squirmed and settled into a more comfortable position, running his hands through Seth's hair as he positioned himself over the waiting shaft.

Seth began slowly as the shaft hardened even more than it already was. The delicate taste of the pre cum delighted Seth as he carefully worked the organ, taking it repeatedly in and out of his mouth, tightening his lips around it and sucking with as much vacuum as he could make over the turgid organ and allowing it to probe past his mouth and into his throat as he pulled on it trying to stretch it to it's full length.

Rick smiled with delight as he felt the caressing fondling and hugging along with the long slow strokes up and down his shaft. He continued playing with Seth's hair, feeling the strands flowing between his fingers and watching the furrows of hair slip back into position as his hands passed over Seth's head.

Laying his head back and closing his eyes, he imagined himself in the hands of the serial killer that he had watched for months as victim after victim fell under the hand of this mysterious killer. He saw himself enjoying the wildly erotic stimulation as the killer brought him to the point of ejaculation, paused and then drove the slender shaft of polished and honed steel deep into his heart.

Seth paused. Rick was panting as he relaxed and let the imminent climax subside for a bit longer.  Seth followed the pattern that had served him so very well mere minutes ago as he concentrated on the quivering body's response as he again drew Rick to the verge, paused and let the energy subside yet again...

Starting again Seth tasted the sweet, crystal clear droplet of precum that had raised to the top of Rick's cock. The shaft was solidly rigid, the veins stood out and the skin was stretched so tightly that it looked like it was covered in clear varnish, shining like polished hardwood.

Knowing that this was the last time that Rick could endure before erupting into powerful jets of man fluid, Seth stopped briefly.

"This time for real." Seth said.

"I've never been more ready, Seth.  Do it."

Seth again started at the tip. Licking the dark red mushroom head, Seth traced the rigid edge of the head all the way around before placing his lips around it and slipping it into his mouth.  Rick's body was beginning to shake with excitement and pain as he again felt the warm slippery cavern of Seth's mouth slipping over the sensitive shaft.  He could feel Seth's teeth as they ran along the shaft, stimulating him as they played along the veins and the rim of the head. The pressure in his loins built to the point of pain, his balls ached, his whole being wanted to erupt.  Inside his mind he pictured Seth waiting until this very moment as he started to contract every muscle and thrust his hips upward and...

The sudden sensation of a cold point of steel touching his chest!

Rick's eyes flashed wide open! He couldn't hold his load any longer! He watched as Seth held the point of the knife over his heart, waiting.

"Now or never!" he thought as the first volley of hot cum shot up through his rock hard shaft spraying hard against the roof of Seth's mouth still poised around the head of his cock.

The next sensation was unexpected. - Desired, but not really expected. 

Seth slowly pressed down on the handle of the knife, pressing it painfully against Rick's heaving chest.  His skin resisted as his loins erupted over and over, filling Seth's mouth with his hot cum. Seth lowered his lips, sliding them down the length of the shaft, now slick with thick cum. Suddenly, Rick's body jerked as he tightened his muscled frame and forcefully raised his chest upward into the point of the blade. Pressing Seth's hand upward with the movement he also managed to break the surface of his skin. Seth looked at the knife blade and saw that it was now penetrating Rick's manly chest for a half an inch or so but not nearly deep enough to cause any permanent damage. Still holding the wooden handle in his firm grip, Seth smiled at Rick who was looking at him with his pleading eyes.

"Are you the one?" He asked between gasps. "Was I right?"

"You were." Seth answered. Without hesitation, Seth pressed the knife blade inward.

"Aaaaghhhh!" Rick screamed as the blade slipped in through his waiting chest, tearing through his lung and finally arriving at his pounding heart.

"Uh, oh ahhgh!"

Rick again started pumping thick gobs of semen out through his erect cock which flowed up and slid down the sides like hot candle wax.  His mind raced with the sensations that flooded over him. Fear, ecstasy, relief, horror, joy, all mingled together at the point of the blade.  He raised his head as much as he could, looked at the inch of blade that remained outside of his body, the wooden handle quivering as his pierced heart fluttered inside his chest, and inhaled one last breath. Grabbing Seth by the wrist he pulled him close to his face.

"Thank you."

The words were interrupted by the gurgling sound of blood coming up from his lungs and spilling out of his mouth.  He coughed once, pushing out more blood and making a thin stream of blood erupt from around the knife wound and trickle down the furrow of muscles to pool in his shallow navel before overflowing it and running over his side to the bed.

Straining to get another breath, the blood seeping from the chest wound ran upward toward his throat but he fell from this life and entered his place in eternity before another breath came.

Raising up and inspecting the beautiful body sprawled out before him, Seth bent down and carefully licked up the last streams of fluid on and around that beautiful cock.  Placing it in his mouth one last time, he squeezed it starting at the base and slid his fingers upward, milking out the last of his willing victim's precious gift.

Lovingly licking the last of the fluid from the still body, Seth carefully pulled his briefs up over Rick's hips and packed those awesome manly organs into them, arranging them into that perfect seductive package that he had been so thoroughly compelled by just a short time ago.

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Some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live.  ~ Henry Van Dyke

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