Bow and Arrow Kills - 3

Bow and Arrow Kills - 3

Bows and Arrows

Sometimes the best way to kill is to use an arrow. Silent - Deadly and Fearsome, others close by may be  totally unaware of the attack and soon become victims as well.
These pics are part of short tales told in just one or more pictures, not necessarily able to fit in with other tales told on this site, but included here for your pleasure.

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Archer Taken Down

Releasing his first arrow, Jason heard the satisfying "crack" as his arrow struck the enemy archer in the side of his head.  

 As the victim crumpled to the ground he reached for another arrow but one of the dead man's friends already had him in his sights and stopped any further attacks ... dead.

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Execution

Barely awake, he was becoming aware of the sounds of approaching feet outside his cell. Keys clattered against the lock and the door opened with a squeak from the rusty hinges.

"On your feet traitor." The big guard ordered.

"What's going on?" David asked as he swung his feet over and put them on the floor.

"I said on your feet!" he yelled again as two of them yanked him off the bed and stood him up straight.  "Hold still.!" the big guy barked. The guards pulled his head back as they tied a blindfold tight across his eyes.

He felt the guards pushing him out the door and down the short corridor. He smelled the sweaty body odor from the guards and the stomach turning stench of the stuff  they called "food" coming from the kitchen but he was ushered past the mess and straight to the rear door of the tiny prison.

"That explains the blindfold." he thought as he struggled to remain on his feet while being pushed/carried down the steps into the back yard of the prison.  No one was allowed to see the layout of the grounds and all incoming and outgoing prisoners were blindfolded. 

"Where we going?" He asked.

No answer.

He felt them turn him around and push him backward until his back was against the wall. Next he felt his hands being tied together, his ankles being tied and finally the two being  tied so that his hands were pulled tightly down over his groin.

He realized that he was probably about to be executed.  He started to feel his manhood filling with blood as the bulge in his shorts pressed against his hand.

The silence from the guards left him to imagine what was going on as he waited for the pronouncement of charges and sentence that he expected to be read prior to being killed.  He became aware of the fact that he had to take a piss, having been dragged here as soon as he was awakened.  

"Hey guys, I've got to pee." he said, breaking the silence.

A chorus of laughs was the response.  He could tell that there were six or seven soldiers in the yard with him, enough for a firing squad.

"Hold it in asshole." the big guard growled. "This won't take long."

He heard footsteps again as the men moved around in front of him. Then the sound of wood against wood followed by the slide of unseen shafts sliding against shafts and the soft creak of the bows as they were drawn back. "Arrows?" he wondered.  That would explain why he heard other prisoners being lead out of the prison but never heard any shooting.  He had assumed that they were either taken somewhere else, Released or killed by knife, strangling or hanging. Whatever the method, they were never seen or heard from again.

The long silence left him straining to hear anything that might give a clue as to what they were doing.

The urge to pee had been overshadowed by the almost painfully erect shaft that had pushed his hands away from his crotch.  He wanted to stroke himself so badly that he was beginning to shake with the building sexual pressure.

Without warning, the first arrow struck.

Just below the ribcage, dead center, the shaft plunged through his body and impacted against bone in his back.  The pain of the sharp point ripping through his body was all it took to set off the eruption of his death ejaculation, causing him to start jerking and bending from the spasms in his loins.

Suddenly someone yelled "NOW!" and he felt the immediate impact of three more shafts that hit in a tight formation, one in his right pec, missing his heart,

one splitting his sternum and striking his heart slicing the bottom open and the third in his left pec that split the pump wide open in his chest, draining his blood out into his chest. 

His knees started to buckle as cum and urine poured over them and he fell forward onto the arrows, ramming them through his muscled chest and out through his back.

After a few moments of muscle spasms and contortions, the handsome young body lay still.

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  Disturbance

Hearing the animals making a ruckus outside, Mel slipped his pants on and stepped out to scare any animals that might be in the barnyard in the night.  He didn't think he would need his gun.

He was wrong.

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Fatal Reaction

Coming in for a cold drink, Walt was watching his footing up the dune and never saw the archer, his own brother, taking aim as he approached.

"Unhhhh!"

The pain that erupted in his chest hurt too much to wait for any analysis.  Instinctively he grabbed the shaft and pulled.  The broadhead had missed his heart but his twisting yank cut through his aorta and left him with a full fifteen seconds of life.

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Stopped for a Rest

Pulling over against the wall the bikers hurried inside the convenience store to get their drinks after the last leg of the bike race. 

"Can I get you something, Rick?" Sammy offered.

"Sure, just a cold bottle of water." he answered.  "Thanks." and leaned back against the bike rail to relax.

Rick jumped at the sudden pain in his gut, grabbed at the arrow but slipped from his seat only to crumple in a shuddering heap on the ground.

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Heartshot

Slowly Keith realized that he was in danger but it was too late.  Expecting to see the assassin out the window, he stayed across the room from it, watching for anything suspicious.  Expecting to see someone with a gun of some sort, he was stunned to spot the archer that was taking aim through the window. Watching in disbelief he saw the arrow release, the shattering glass and felt the stinging impact in his chest.
Reaching for the shaft he pulled on it slightly.

The next heartbeat exploded in a gush of blood out through the wound in his chest.  His heart split with the broad head blade spurted three more times before beginning to flutter and die in his chest as he slowly dropped to his knees on the ground, and crumpling to a lifeless heap.

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Hearing a noise behind him, Robby turned just as the archer let the arrow fly.

A quick shudder racked his body as he reached for the shaft, his body stiffened and he toppled over and lay on the ladder moaning until his life finally ended.

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The first arrow slammed deep into Evan's abs.  Shocked and stunned he Looked up and raised his hands in surrender but the archer wasn't interested in prisoners - especially wounded ones.

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Feeling a little sheepish about his skinny-dipping in the pond, Lee quickly pulled up his pants but the property owner wasn't amused by his unwanted trespasser.  A sharp pain stopped him while he tried to thread his belt through his pants.

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Frank's handsome features were frozen in a bewildered stare.  A single arrow had pierced his chest and he lay on his side as rigor mortis slowly set in. 

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Seth's Rampage - Part 11

Seth's Rampage - Part 11

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The Killings Continue.

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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 more 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 Detective...

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Seth sat at his table sipping on his coffee and drumming his fingers.  He expected to find the story about somebody finding Dusty and Rick where he had left them.  Dusty in the wide open area where they had met yesterday and where he had left him where his body had fallen, a beautifully developed, handsome and tempting treat, and Rick, his awesomely perfect and wonderfully willing victim that had practically begged him to be the Campus Killer and to add him to his growing list of handsome young victims.  Instead he found the headlines proclaiming "Campus Killer Claims 3 in Bloody Frat House Massacre."

Seth slammed his coffee mug to the table hard enough to rattle the salt and pepper shakers, tipping them over and scattering black and white granules together on the clean, shiny surface.

"Stupid assholes!"

A little further reading revealed the source of the problem, Police Detective Anthony Gonzales, head detective in the investigations into the Campus Killer murders. Seth had met Gonzales early in his career as a recruiter of souls when he was interviewed after his first kills - his roommates at the academy dormitory, Jamie, Kenny and Brian when he was "Out of town" and returned to find the campus in a total uproar. First called the Dorm Murders these were the thrilling start of what had now been a growing collection of hunks to serve his every whim in the afterlife, each one adding to his strength and stature as a king among princes. Seth had thought at the time about killing this handsome young detective and what a better addition could there be than to collect the one assigned to hunt him down?

Moving to his computer, Seth typed out a short note, printed it out and carefully folded the piece of paper before putting it in his pocket. "Time to collect another trophy." Seth smiled as he gathered up his bow, some arrows and a matching set of knives and headed for his car. "Lets see if you can figure this one out before you die, 'Detective'..."

Joshua:

Seth headed up toward the state park where part of the facility had been shut down to the public for several small construction projects intended to repair and upgrade the buildings and grounds. Pulling into a small field where several cars and pickups were parked, Seth looked around the area checking out the situation and sizing up the workers that went about their separate chores in the process of clearing the land for a construction project amid the trees and gently sloping hills.

Spotting a surveyor, Joshua, leaning against a tree taking a break and texting on his phone, Seth chose his first target of the day. Taking a small flask filled with chloroform, Seth soaked a rag with it and carefully sneaked through the woods behind the unwary worker until he was directly behind the tree he was leaning against. Quickly reaching around the tree Seth grabbed the handsome surveyor around the throat with his right arm and clamped the chloroformed rag over the struggling hunk's mouth and nose. Before long the muscular hunk was dangling limply against the tree where Seth's strong arms supported his weight.

Quickly tying the worker's arms behind his back around the tree trunk, Seth pulled his wallet from his hip pocket and walked around in front of his prize and looked him over closely for the first time.

Brown, scuffed and dirty work boots, well worn snug contour fitting jeans, wide black belt with a simple bright brass buckle and a gray tee shirt. All accenting the muscular contours of the fit, handsome specimen of manhood. Seth looked at the lean, chiseled features on his face, the short, scruffy beard that added to his charm, down to his barrel chest that stretched his tee shirt tight around his pecs and his muscular arms that barely fit through the teeshirt, to that torso that tapered down so that the teeshirt was just loose cloth blowing in the gentle breeze around the hunk's trim waist and finally down to the perfect fit of those jeans accenting the obvious ample manhood confined behind that button fly. The drivers license and other IDs in the wallet revealed his name, address and age. Joshua Parker, age 27.

Suddenly taking a deeper breath, the hunk started moving a bit and was slowly becoming aware of his surroundings.

Seth tossed the wallet on the ground, hurried back to the trunk of his car and quickly returned with his bow.  The groggy captive was already straining at the ropes that held his arms tightly around the trunk of the tree. Coming up from behind, Seth deliberately stepped on a dry stick on the ground breaking it with a loud snap.

"Who's there?  Please help me.  Somebody knocked me out and tied me to this tree."

"That would be me." Seth said as he stepped into sight of the struggling hunk.

Spotting the bow with an arrow already nocked and ready to draw the selected trophy stared at the head of the arrow as Seth drew it back.

"Shit! No! Please no!" he begged. "Why me? Who are you, I don't even know you."

A sudden flash of understanding blossomed in his mind. "It's you! You're the Campus Killer."

"Nice to be famous, Joshua. You are about to become famous too... as one of my latest victims." Seth released the arrow. A loud thwack sounded from the tree trunk as the arrow passed through Joshua's abdomen and embedded deep into the trunk behind the hunk's back.

"Gaaaahhhhh!"  "Uh, gaah, ... shit!" Joshua strained against the pain. "Unh, What...  what do you want from me?"

Seth walked up to the impaled hunk and cupped his hand over the shapely bulge in Joshua's jeans. "I think you have something for me there." he gently squeezed the firm mound and gave it a little shake. Joshua tried to move out of Seth's grip but the arrow that had him nailed firmly to the tree trunk held it's place even as he tried to twist to the side.

"Aghhhh!" Josh gasped, "Fuck you, faggot!" he snarled. "Get your fucking hands off me!"

"Sorry you feel that way." Seth said, "But, next time we meet we'll be friends forever. Real devoted friends."

"Uhh... *gasp* Next time? ...Unh... You shot me, pinned me to this fucking tree, I'll be lucky to live..." Joshua gasped with pain as he looked down at the arrow sticking out of his muscled abdomen. He was panting, his chest heaved with each breath and his abdomen expanded and contracted with each breath but the arrow shaft stood rigid and unmoving despite Joshua's body movements, held in place by being embedded deep in the tree. Each breath brought waves of pain as his torn body strained against the rigid, unmoving shaft.

His pain was about to reach new levels as Seth raised his bow with another arrow and took aim again.

"No! Oh God, please no!"

*Thud*

Joshua's body jerked with the impact. He gasped a short breath and grimaced with the pain. He looked at Seth for a long moment then looked down at his impaled body in utter disbelief. Staring in silence at the arrows, he shuddered once, gasped one last short breath and soon went limp.  His handsome form was now standing against the tree held in place by the rope around his wrists and the arrows through him and lodged in the tree.

"That's beautiful." Seth whispered as he ran his fingers through Joshua's hair, felt his muscular arms, his solid chest and abs and finally unfastened the button fly revealing the wonderfully perfect cock and balls that they were cradling so beautifully.

Fondling the balls and hefting the thick long cock, Seth tenderly kissed the plump shaft and left the fresh body with it's privates exposed for someone else to find and report to the police.

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Derek:

Putting his bow back in the trunk of his car, Seth looked around the park trying to spot anyone else nearby that might be another nice catch.  Picking his matched pair of hunting knives, he stuffed them both in the back of his waistband and covered them with his shirt.

Soon he heard someone coming through the brush and he watched as another worker came into view and headed for the water dispenser sitting on the tailgate of a red pickup truck parked near the thick brush. It was Derek, a student at the academy who was working as summer help  in the park.

"Hey Derek, is that you?" Seth called out.

"Seth?" He called back, "Hey, good to see you.  What brings you up here?"

"A hunting trip. Big game hunting."  The answer brought a puzzled expression to Derek's handsome face. 

"You can't hunt in a state park." he answered, "You know that."

"Just joking." Seth grinned, "You know I don't kill animals."

Derek smiled with relief feeling a little sheepish for falling for Seth's apparent joke. "So, what ARE you doing out here? This end of the park is closed to the public."

"Just snooping around. I'll go if you want me to." Seth watched the handsome student worker as he peeled off his jacket, looked for a clean place to drop it and draped it over his arm instead. He then selected a plastic cup and drew a glass full of cold water. The lean young body nicely rippled with firm muscles made an inviting image to Seth's hungry eyes. As Derek tipped the glass back he flexed his muscles and stood so Seth could get a good look at his physique as he downed the full cup of water. Seth watched the seductive young body standing before him and knew he had just made his selection of soul number two for the day.

"Remember what I asked you the last time we talked, at the bar?" Derek asked, looking at Seth's well developed body, in particular at the tasty looking bulge in Seth's pants.

"If I would be willing to sweep you off your feet and fuck you to death?" Seth repeated the invitation he had heard over a month ago.

Derek drew another full glass as he answered "It still stands.  Anywhere, any time."

"How about right here, right now?" Seth asked.

"Wow!" Derek gasped, choking on his second glass of water.  "I want to but we're not exactly alone out here. Nathan and John are out there in the woods somewhere role playing with each other. There is a hot looking surveyor working over there behind that building and a carpenter working on the back of the building behind that old brick place right there..."

"...And we have a nice hidden spot right here between your truck and the thick brush." Seth waved is arm pointing out the relative privacy of the little makeshift parking lot. "Anybody pulling in here can't see this side of your truck unless they come all the way to this end."

Derek stepped toward the parking area and looked around it. Seth walked up behind him, put his arms around Derek's waist and gently pulled him back against his body.

"Besides," Seth continued, "I don't think you have a lot of choice in the matter right now. Relax, this won't take us very long."

Derek leaned back against Seth's strong torso, cradled in his arms.  Seth breathing in the sweet musky man fragrance from the sweaty hair and gently nibbling on his slightly salty ear felt really good right now. Seth slid his left hand down Derek's waist, over his belt and down to the swelling mass inside Derek's jeans where he found what he was looking for.

"Going commando today?" Seth whispered in Derek's ear.

"Always." Derek answered as he began playfully pressing his butt against the firm mound in Seth's jeans.  I can give you a place to take care of that swelling down there. Think it'll fit?" he quipped as he wiggled his ass against Seth's crotch.

"I bet that would feel awesome for both of us." Seth cooed as the wiggling cheeks made him shudder with delight. "How's this?" he asked as he started stroking the swollen shaft in his hand that had snaked down Derek's left leg inside the soft denim.

"Ooh. Niiiiice!" he moaned as he moved in sync with Seth's gentle but firm strokes.  "You're so hot, Seth.  How could I ever say 'No' to you?" he moaned and responded to Seth's long strokes by rubbing against Seth, trying to coax that stiff snake out in the open where he could see it. Seth continued his stroking and nibbling slowly moving the two of them more deeply into the hidden spaces between the truck and the wall of brush. Derek's turgid shaft, still sheathed if the coarse denim, strained against the cloth and throbbed with delight at the attention it was getting from Seth's skilled hand.

Feeling himself getting close to ejaculation, Derek turned his face as far around as he could and started kissing Seth. Seth kissed his prey passionately and got a lot rougher with his left handed stroking on the rigid man meat... while reaching around to his back to pull out one of his knives.

"Are you scared?" Seth whispered as he prepared to strike.

"Scared?  I feel really safe in your arms Seth. You're so strong and so, so hot!"

 Seth continued to slide his hand up and down the elongated bulge that raised up from Derek's left leg, stopping long enough to squeeze the shaft and the bulge of his plump balls before resuming the rhythmic massage.

Derek started to shudder with involuntary spasms. Seth stopped rubbing and waited.

The sexual tension tore through Derek's straining body. Knowing he was about to explode Derek pleaded urgently, "Ooh, oh God, Seth, don't stop! Please!  Finish me!"

In one powerful stroke Seth brought his knife around from his back and rammed the thick blade deep, upward under Derek's sternum.

Jerking his arms upward Derek threw the plastic cup and it's remaining contents up over his shoulder as his other hand, still draped with his jacket reached up to the knife that had now split his heart.  He tried to scream but nothing came out.   He shuddered and arched his back, pressing onto Seth who struggled to stand under the sudden impact.  His death load erupted with a vengeance, pumping furiously into it's denim prison while Seth's hand held the organ tightly in place, feeling the powerful throbbing as it fired it's last volley in the throes of death.

Gently lowering the fresh warm body to the ground, Seth stood back and looked over his latest trophy.  A few spasms twitched here and there as the death energy dissipated. A trickle of blood had leaked from the corner of Derek's mouth and more blood stained his shirt and his hand where he had grabbed at the knife.  He looked so handsome and sexy laying motionless at Seth's feet, especially with the protruding mass of his long cock bulging down Derek's pantleg and now there was a thick gob of cum that had seeped through the cloth which now oozed down toward the ground.

Unable to resist the tempting treat, Seth collected the pearly white droplets on his finger and licked them off, savoring the sweet saltiness of the last offering that Derek had surrendered to him in this life.

Sliding the long blade out of the body, Seth wiped the blood on the jacked that was still tangled around Derek's  arm.  Feeling the warmth of the blade from inside Derek's chest, Seth put the warm steel on his lips to get a better feel of the left over heat from the life he had just brought to an end.

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David

Dressed in black harness boots, tattered denim jeans, no belt and and an orange plastic helmet, David was completely absorbed in his work. Humming to himself some unrecognizable tune - at least unrecognized by Seth, he moved quickly from his makeshift work bench to the wall he was repairing and back again without ever looking in Seth's direction.

David had his toolbelt casually slung around his waist and the dangling tools rattled and clattered about as the hammer handle bounced off his legs and between where it looked like the swinging hammer head must be arousing his man meat, making a rather large bulge that bounced as the hammer pushed it up and down.

"I see you really get off on your job." Seth announced, startling David out of his little private world back into reality.

Turning to see who was talking, the shirtless hunk only partially comprehended what he was looking at as he spotted Seth standing with an arrow fully drawn and aimed squarely at his chest.

"Huh? *Thuk* Unhhh!"

The arrow slammed through David's bare chest, splitting his breastbone,ripping through his heart and ripping out through his back for about six inches of blade and shaft. David grabbed at his chest but quickly started spinning around to his right and fell to the ground landing hard on his back. His body arched with the agonizing pain of a pierced heart with a stiff shaft wrenching inside it as his already stimulated manhood began to release his pent up sexual energy. As the engorged organ emptied itself inside his snug, tattered jeans, Seth walked up to his writhing victim and watched as the throbbing mound pumped itself empty. A dark wet spot spread out from the now spent but still firm cock. Seth reached down and squeezed the firm, wet bulge as a weak moan escaped from David's quivering lips. Seth looked him in the eyes.

"Well, well you are a hot number, aren't you? Just lay still and let death end your pain." Seth said.

"Who...?" David whispered, using what precious little strength he had left.

"Who am I?" Seth asked, finishing his question for him. "My name is Seth.  You have been chosen." Seth squeezed the cum saturated mound in David's crotch forcing the cum through the cloth and wetting his hand with the fresh, warm juice. David's cock responded by trying to pump even more cum out of the exhausted supply. "Really nice load you have there." Seth licked the slick man slime from his wet palm. "Don't worry, we will be together again soon, and it will never hurt like this again. Trust me."

David squinted upward into Seth's intense eyes. His strength was already evaporating as his heart shuddered inside his chest and his vision faded. He tried to speak but the only sound he made was from the blood gurgling up in his throat. He shuddered with one last painful spasm, then his body relaxed for the last time. Seth's handsome, smiling face and soft comforting voice were the last thing he saw and heard before darkness and silence closed in and took his pain away forever.

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Nathan

Seth's attention was snatched away by something that caught his eye in the woods behind the building. A quick flash of skin and then the sound of footsteps running.

Hurrying to the brush, Seth saw a young man running across the picnic area.  Realizing that he must have seen him with David and was running to tell someone what he had seen, Seth quickly drew a fresh arrow and fired.

Arching his back at the impact of the arrow, Nathan took a couple more steps toward the edge of the edge of the lawn before crumpling to his knees. The knife he had been carrying flipped from his hand and tumbled to the grass. Blood streamed down his back as the mortally wounded young man wilted and fell on his side on the ground.

Seth ran up to him with his knife drawn, ready to finish what the arrow had started but the quivering body made no attempt to escape.

Seth knelt down to check the dying young man.

"Where are your clothes?" Seth asked the shivering young man.

"We were just role playing... Just playing." his voice was weak and raspy.  The arrow had penetrated through his body. The sharp broadhead protruded from his chest and blood was drizzling from the hole in his pec, swiftly draining the remaining life from the slender, handsome body.

"Help me." he whispered as blood started trickling from the corner of his mouth. "Please..."

"The only help I might give you is a little help with that hardon you're wearing there." Seth said as he grabbed the rigid shaft and started stroking the swollen organ. "This will be the best sex you have ever had."

Seth stroked and massaged the dying young man's cock as the moans and groans escaped from his lips much as the blood was draining from the young man's pierced  chest and back. When he started shaking as he drew close to climax, Seth bent down and buried his face in Nathan's lap, taking the full length of the shaft into his mouth. Sliding his lips up to the tip of the slender organ and back to the base he felt Nathan's body stiffen just as the tender young treat yielded it's juicy prize with surprising force as the cum injected itself against the back of his throat. Continuing to pump the hot shaft until the well was dry, Seth started to lick the slick shaft clean before giving up on the feeding station that was now all his.

Suddenly Nathan groaned as he twisted and moved with a powerful thrust at Seth's chest. Nathan had recovered his knife and had attacked his killer in a last attempt at dealing some justice before his own death. Seth felt the hilt of the knife as it slammed against his chest. Looking down at his own chest, he saw Nathan's shaky hand holding the knife against him with no blade showing at all! Expecting more pain than he was feeling, Seth looked at Nathan's face now contorted with pain and rage as he strained to hold the knife in place.

As the exertion took it's toll on Nathan's reserve of strength, his hand withdrew and the blade of the knife once again came into view. No blood and still no pain. As Nathan again tried to stab him, Seth saw the shiny blade press against his chest and slip harmlessly back into the handle.

"You fucking little bastard!" Seth growled as he slapped the toy out of  Nathan's shaky grip. "That does it!"

Seth reached for the arrow and quickly pulled it out of the fallen man. The scream was blood curdling, not to mention loud.

"Ooh sorry, did that hurt?" Seth asked the terrified cadet as he readied is knife. "Here, let me give you something for that pain."

Seth pressed the blade in through the bare chest just to the right of the arrow hole. Nathan tried to scream again but Seth cupped his hand over his mouth cutting of any sound that might escape. Giving one solid shove the hilt of the knife thumped against Nathan's shuddering chest, only this knife wasn't collapsible. Nathan struggled with the shock of the blade and the pain for only a few seconds before falling limp and lifeless with Seth's hand still firmly clamped over his mouth.

Pulling the blade out of the body a gush of fresh, bright red blood poured from the wide slit and stained the grass as it pooled around the slain figure.

Seth stuffed the collapsible toy knife in his pocket then looked around in the direction that Nathan was trying to run. He was scared and running toward help.  That would mean that his buddy John must be somewhere in that direction, possibly prancing through the woods naked as a jaybird, just like Nathan.

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John

Seth followed the faint trail of disturbed leaves and broken weeds and twigs that led deeper into the thick undergrowth until he could see a newly cleared area ahead. Crouching down and moving ahead as quietly as he could, Seth peered into the clearing, searching for Nathan's friend.

The area had been cleared of all undergrowth, leaving nothing but dry, brown powdery soil that had a few stones and clumps of dirt amid the tire tracks left by the machinery that had stripped the ground sometime earlier.

Hearing a low voice, Seth moved in toward the sound until he could see a handsome young man sitting on a large stone at the edge of the clearing. He was dressed only in a pair of black shorts, no shoes or shirt.  He was playing with another knife like the one he had taken from Nathan. Real looking but harmless.

Stashing his bow in the bushes, Seth moved forward, stepping out of the thick growth and into the clearing a short distance from John. John stood to his feet looking a little embarrassed.

"Well, hello there." Seth said smiling at the startled cutie. "I didn't know anyone was out here. This end of the park is closed to the public."

"Sorry, actually we work here. They are going to be digging here later this afternoon but we have nothing to do until they get here so we started roleplaying." He held up his fake knife and pressed the blade into the handle with his hand. "These are fake. See?" Holding the knife he stabbed it at his chest a couple of times to prove his point.

"Hey, that's cool." Seth replied. "You said 'WE' - are you with that naked guy I saw back there?"

"That's Nathan. Yeah, we are together. We aren't on the clock today until the crew gets here and that won't be until sometime after lunch. So we figured we could get some battles in before they got here. Nathan is supposed to sneak up on me and then we fight to the death."

"That sounds like fun." Seth said with a big smile. "Is it like war, cowboys, ninjas?"

"Actually we are pretending to be the Campus Killer. Everybody's talking about him." he admitted a little sheepishly.

"So you're the killer?" Seth asked.

"No, actually I'm the victim. I've played it the other way but I really like being the victim a lot more than the killer."  he answered.

"Really! That's interesting... Why the victim?" Seth asked, stepping closer.

"I don't know, it's just a lot more..." he paused, searching for the word.

"...Erotic?" Seth suggested.

"Yeah, kinda. I was going to say 'fun' but I guess that works too." he said.

"My name is Seth." Seth said, offering his hand to the scantily dressed cadet. "I'm studying at the academy."

"I'm John. Yeah me too. Started this semester.  I thought I recognized you from the campus. Are you a Senior?"

"Yeah, sure am. Last year of Academy and then, who knows? My last chance to do the best I can. "

"I wish this was my last year. Shit, three to go after this one." He complained. "You're lucky."

"Who all do you role play with?" Seth asked, "Just Nathan, or are there others?"

"I love to role play with anybody I can get to play with. Nathan is a little wild once he gets started but he is pretty skittish before he gets warmed up to you. I love to really get into my play."

"How do you mean?" Seth prodded. "What do you do?"

"Nathan is a cool guy and looks really hot but he isn't into so much of the sexy stuff."  John looked Seth over.

"You're really well built and great looking... Sorry but I'm gay and you turn me on. I really get off on the thought of a guy playing with me, uh, you know, sexually, as I am dying, you know, the killer strokes me to an erection that blows just before I die." A look of concern crossed John's handsome face. "I hope all of that doesn't offend you.  Sorry."

"No apology necessary, John. I'm flattered.  Thank you." Seth said, "And I know what you mean about the sex play being a big part of any roll playing scenario. What's the point of going to all of the work of getting into some great death story without getting really close, intimate contact during the play?  Sure beats jacking off later while reliving the whole thing by memory."

"I hear that. I take it you are a roll player too." John said with an approving smile.

"I've killed my share of partners." Seth answered. "Left some damn satisfied sexually exhausted corpses behind."

"Now that's what I'm looking for!" John responded. "I wish Nathan was into that like you are."

"Hey, I'm here. I'm into it and I would love to show you the best roll play you will ever have." Seth dangled the bait. "You are really hot looking and I would be honored to show you the best death that you have ever experienced."

Seth could tell from the growing bulge in John's shorts that he was willing.

"Want to do something here? Right now?" John asked. "I mean I'm willing if you are."

"You want me to be the Campus Killer and you be his victim?" Seth asked.

"Sure.  Sounds great to me." Seth couldn't believe his ears. 

"I like to get dirty - real dirty." John explained. "I mean dirt dirty. Nothing like getting all gritty and grimy. It's like a sample of being buried. This dirt here is perfect. Fresh, dusty dry and smells 'earthy', nice and loose too.  If you don't want that, I can go over there in the grass..."

"Hey, I'm game if you are." Seth said. "I'm not wearing any underwear but if you don't mind, I can strip down if that turns you on."

"You turn me on dressed or undressed! Are you kidding? That would be awesome." John's eager reply was more than enough for Seth. He peeled off his shirt, sat down and pulled his boots and socks off, then stood and unbuckled his belt.

"I've got something to add to the excitement if you want." Seth said, reaching around to his back and taking out one of his knives. John's eyes widened and a bigger smile spread across his face.

"Wow!  That's a beauty." he whispered. "Is it real?"

"Yes it is. Pretty sharp too so we need to be a little careful with them." He handed the knife to John handle first. John looked up into Seth's face again. "Them?" he asked.

"Them!" Seth said, taking the second knife from it's hiding place.

"Cool." John was really excited to get to roleplay with with his new friend. "This is going to be great!"

Seth peeled off his jeans as John watched. Taken for the moment by the size of Seth's cock and the low hanging balls that dangled playfully as Seth moved around, John couldn't help himself. He was getting excited.

"Hey. You're tanned all over." John observed. "That looks great." 

"Thanks. Tanning booth." Seth admitted. "I like to keep it all the same shade."

"Yeah, Nathan could take a lesson about that. But then you must have already seen his white ass." John snickered.

"How do you want to do this?" John asked, eager to please his new friend.

"How about we just do it this way. You are working out here in the woods but you hear that the Campus Killer might be out here too so you get your knife ready - just in case.  I see you working here and sneak up behind you but instead of killing you I reach around from behind you and hold you tight to my body. I start massaging your cock through your shorts but you try to get away. We fall on the dirt and wrestle around for a bit, getting all dirty until I get you from behind again, this time laying in the dirt.  I jack you off again and this time you go along with it..."

"Yeah," John interrupted, "but just as I cum, you shove me down and stab me... Right in the heart!"

"And I keep jacking you off until you are pumped dry, just as you die." Seth continued.

"Yeah.  Then after I'm dead you can flip me over and fuck my dead ass." John suggested.

"I like the way you think." Seth said. "Lets do it."

For the next half hour Seth and John acted out their roleplaying scenario. John felt Seth's hard, muscular body against his back, he enjoyed the wrestling in the dirt with his new partner was more than he had ever dreamed. Finally he was laying on his side in the dirt with Seth snuggled tightly against his back stroking his painfully stiff cock through his shorts.  He got Seth to pause several times as he neared orgasm but he knew that this time he would not be able to resist and this would mean that he was about to finish this phase of play. He really wanted to hold off again but he also couldn't wait for Seth to take his limp body and screw him with that great, thick and long shaft.  He hoped that he could maintain his "dead" act for Seth when the time came.

"Oh! Oh! Here it comes!" John cried, trying to warn Seth.

"Just relax and enjoy."Seth prompted. "This is your time."

John's body strained, trying to hold onto the moment until he jerked with the powerful spasms of a tortured body in the throes of powerful sexual release. Seth squeezed the pulsing shaft inside the dirty black trunks and felt the pulsing shots of semen as they exploded from the tip.

"Hold on," Seth prompted. "Time for the stab.  I'm afraid this is going to hurt."

"Gaaaahhhh!" John screamed and recoiled at the impact. His body tightened as his organs renewed their production of semen, filling the snug space inside his shorts with more hot cum than he had ever produced at one time in his entire life. Seth released his grip on the dying man's throbbing cock and stood up.

John's eyes were wide with terror. The pain in his chest was intense and his tortured prostate convulsed with crippling force as it attempted to drown the world in sperm. His balls were on fire and his cock was so hard it felt like it was going to split open.

"You..." He hissed through clenched teeth. "It was you all the time."

"See. I promised the greatest sex you would ever have." Seth said softly, his own cock was standing fully erect, skin stretched so tight it was shiny all over. "By the way, thanks for the use of your willing dead ass.  I promise to use it well."

John could feel himself falling. Falling backwards. He knew he was lying on his back on the ground but that didn't stop that sensation from overcoming him as he surrendered to the peace to be found in the gentle arms of death.

Seth watched as John's shuddering, heaving chest rose and fell for the last time. A small trickle of white cum that had pumped through the black cloth of his shorts slowly slipped over his side and smeared a thick trail that finally dripped into the dry, brown dirt. Satisfied that John was dead, Seth carefully slipped John's trunks down around his knees, releasing the floppy, cum soaked shaft to where he could finally get a good look at the pleasure stick that he had just brought to a spectacular climax. Grabbing a quick sample of the abundant man cream he licked the sticky slime from his fingers and turned the body over, coating the man meat in the dirt he had loved to play in while leaving the knife in his chest. The warmth of the snug hole felt great as it slipped along and massaged his hard dick. Starting to drive his cock deep into the unresisting ass, Seth found a new game to play... Watching to see how long it took for the blade in John's chest to poke out through his back as he drove him over and over. He would try to hold off until the blade started splitting the skin in that hunky, dirty body but when it does he knew he would have the most powerful orgasm ever.

Thanks John. See you again soon.

Cleaning his knife blade and scooping up John's fake knife, Seth pulled the note from his pocket. Filling in the one space he had left as an underlined blank, Seth decided to add some emphasis by circling and underlining a couple of points and by adding a last minute taunt for the detective, completed the note, refolded it and slipped it under the dirt sweat and cum soaked waistband.

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Detective Sgt. Anthony Gonzales was alerted that there was something stuffed in the waistband of one of the victims that was specifically addressed to him.

The crime scene tech that was going over the physical evidence at the scene stood up as Gonzales approached.

"Got something here for me?" Gonzales asked.

"Yes sir, right here." the young cop answered, reaching into the cardboard box containing clear plastic bags with items of clothing, cell phone, discarded water bottles and other items gathered at the scene. Pulling out a bag containing a single sheet of paper that had been folded up and stuffed in the victim's waistband. "Not what you might call a fan letter." the officer quipped, handing the grimy note to Gonzales.

"I've been hoping for something like this." Gonzales said, looking at his watch. "I'm taking this with me. I want a copy handed out to every officer on the force. If this shit is true about tonight, we've got the bastard!"

"Anything like this with the other four bodies?" He asked.

"No notes. Five dead bodies, all male, two arrows in one guy - tied to a tree then nailed there by the arrows, a single arrow in one guy's back- all the way through, and another with a single arrow through the chest. The arrows match, and from the force, he's using a compound bow.  The other guy died of a single stab wound to the chest - just like this one."

"...And I'll bet they are all good looking, young guys." Gonzales added.

"Yes sir. Every one."

"Then you'd better watch out and hope that he isn't still around, Davis.  You are right in the center of his victim profile."

"Don't think that it hasn't entered my mind, sir." Davis replied as Gonzales turned to leave. "Good thing there are so many of us here together." "I hope..."

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Gonzales was visibly pissed about being singled out for the killer's rage and ridicule. The truth was that nobody had found either of the other bodies until earlier this morning and then only the motorcyclist. Sooner or later someone will miss the other victim enough to check his home.

"Check for all missing persons reports. We have another victim out there that no one has stumbled over yet, probably 18 to 30 years old, good looking and into role playing."

"Yes sir." the rookie said as he turned to go.

"Start in the area out by that dead biker," he called after him. A raised hand and a nod let him know that he had been heard.

 

Gonzales pulled out his thick folder of pictures and reports of the killings that had been assumed to be victims of the campus killer.

"So, we have several killers now." he mused. "That might explain a few things." They had no usable fingerprints so far. No obvious pattern that repeated often enough to predict anything and little else to go on. There was DNA evidence but that would do no good until the killer was found and a sample could be obtained from him.

His mind flashed back to one particular double murder where they found two bodies in the same back room. One stabbed once in the gut and once in the heart - a cowboy type. The other victim had been stabbed in the back and then finished off with a knife blade through the skull. The problem was that the one that died with the split skull had left his finger prints on the knife in the other guy's heart. They had theorized that Kelly was obsessed with the campus killer and had managed to catch him in the act.  Maybe it was the campus killer trying to stop a copycat killer.

Grabbing his phone, he called dispatch and ordered that all officers were to be on the watch for any barefoot joggers. "That guy has just over an hour to live if we don't find him first."

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Chet

Seth backed his car into the parking lot for the Quick Shop 'n' Go. Parking at the far end, jumped out of the car and headed inside. A police officer was putting the cover on his fresh cup of coffee and didn't even look up when Seth said "Hi." "Hey there." he called back with a quick smile as he turned his attention to the rack of sweet goodies next to the coffee.

Seth selected a prepackaged sandwich from the Deli cooler and a small carton of milk and headed for the counter just in time to stand behind the officer while he paid for his coffee and snacks.

"Ever see any barefoot joggers around here?" the officer asked as the clerk dropped his change in his open hand.

Pointing to the sign on the door the clerk shrugged and said "That says 'No shirt, no shoes   - No service.' If they ain't wearing shoes they ain't comin' here. I ain't gonna see anybody like that here." 

"Thanks bud." the cop answered back. "Just keep your eyes open tonight."

The officer headed out the door munching on his goodies and got in his car.

"What the hell was that all about?" the young clerk scowled as Seth dropped his items on the counter.

"Must be illegal to run in your bare feet." Seth quipped, tossing a five on the counter with the food.

The clerk counted out one dollar and eighteen cents change. "Want a bag for that?"

"No thanks. I'm set.  Got an appointment to keep." he said scooping up the makeshift meal and heading toward the door. 

Sitting in his car killing time and munching on his late lunch, Seth watched the cop sitting in the patrol car and wondered if the guy would ever leave or if he was going to add this guy to his list of harvested souls. He wasn't too bad, a little old but not too... "Shit! he's an overweight slob!"

Glancing at his watch he knew that he had about five more minutes before he HAD to get to the back of the convenience store.

The tinny voice of police dispatch crackled over the portable radio in the cop's car and he responded with an equally unintelligible response, started his car, turned on his lights and siren and sped out of the parking lot on some unknown assignment.

"Finally!" Seth muttered getting out of the driver seat and hurrying to the trunk. Quickly grabbing his bow and arrows, he quietly closed the trunk and headed off across the overgrown brush lot toward the concrete lined gully where the runoff from heavy rains found the way to the river - but between storms it became a nice private place to take a nightly run for one handsome runner named Chet.

Getting into shape can become an obsession. A good obsession but an obsession nonetheless. Having been grossly overweight and enduring the constant taunts of his school mates, the bullies that wanted to torment him and make him run home and seek the comfort of his mother's loving arms, which. of course led to more torment and harassment.

Going off to college, changing his habits and conscientiously watching his diet, working out and toning his newly buff body, Chet was doing well in school and finally had friends that really liked and respected him.  He was popular and finally could look in the mirror and see a handsome, likable guy. Finally in control of his life and destiny.

The sun was setting low in the west, the shadows were long and deep. The sticky hot of the afternoon was giving way to the cooler air and a subtle breeze stirred the leaves and cooled Chet's sweaty skin. He smiled as the cooling air made his hot body feel so much better.

Taking a deep breath of the fresh fragrant air, he renewed his stride in the gentle downhill slope knowing in just 5 more blocks he would run up the slope and through the gate, down the street half a block and take a quick dive in the pool before heading inside to study for an hour or so.

Picking up his stride Chet prepared for that final sprint that would get his heart pounding, pouring on the power, burning the calories and making him feel so thoroughly alive,

The sudden, intense pain in his chest brought only one train of thought...

"Oh shit! My heart! What the hell?"

Thinking he was having a heart attack he grabbed for his chest and instead of bare skin his fingers collided with the shaft of the arrow that now impaled his strong, fit body  and was about to bring his finally improving life to a sudden and painful end.

Confusion gave way to understanding as he finally focused on the slender shaft and followed it up to the three colored fins that now were a bright colored flag telling the world that there was a dead man at the other end, a life cut short by one man's obsession with strong, good looking, sexy men.

Falling to the concrete he tried to avoid the agony of laying against the the ground where the arrow bent painfully to one side ripping the bloody slit in his back wide, letting the last of his blood stream from his torn lungs and split heart out onto the dark, lonely channel.

Seth watched as the struggling body lay against the slope of the concrete channel, the arrow moving with his labored breathing, watching to be sure that it was a good kill.

Chet struggled for only a few painful minutes. He coughed once and his breath gurgled loudly in his throat until silence and the stillness of the arrow told Seth that Chet was safely in the afterlife where he will wait devotedly until Seth finally arrives and the endless loving begins.

Too bad about Inspector Gonzales. He had his chance.

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Death is always there, patiently standing by, just a heartbeat away, devotedly watching, waiting and ready to cradle you in his strong cold arms, no matter how long we put our final appointment off, and no matter how much we hate him. His love for us never changes.

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Fantasy and Supernatural - Part 3

Tales from the Edge of Reality

Taken at the Hand of Aten

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I am pleased and honored to present a story written by a very special and very talented author.  Hope you enjoy his talent.


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Justin was glad to finally be home.  Another damned business trip with long air flights, monotonous layovers, more flights hours of tedious meetings to sit through, more flights and finally the long drive home as the sun dipped below the horizon. The garage door rattled to a stop as it closed behind the car and shut out the night.  The motor stopped, the automatic light came on and he sat there staring at the pile of boxes stacked on his workbench that he had kept thinking that he had to get them sorted out and put away soon, every time he parked the car in the same spot after yet another tedious day at the same tedious job.

The sound of singing, chirping insects and other creatures of the night started to gain his attention as his ears adjusted to the near silence. He opened the car door and the ding-ding-ding of the warning chime told him that he had left his keys in the ignition again. The annoying din continued until he closed the car door and started toward the kitchen.

He looked at the other car and made a mental note to back it out onto the driveway tomorrow and wash the dust off again. Can't let things get into disrepair. No excuse for neglecting things. Even if it hurts like hell. The thought of the car brought a rush of emotion that he choked back, shoving it into the empty void left in his soul.

Inside the smell of stale coffee grounds in the garbage can reminded him that it was time to take out the trash, which he did with mechanical detachment, almost as if he were trapped inside a movie theater, forced to watch an endlessly repetitive  movie with no plot and no end. Day after day he goes through the same routine Wake up, trudge through another day, come home, go to bed - repeat. Damn.

The pungent smell of spoiled meat and other assorted  garbage permeated the air as a small cloud of fruit flies abandoned the feast of over-ripe bananas before they could be trapped inside by the twist tie band. Outside, the welcome fresh night air cleansed his nostrils and the chirping crickets lent a relaxing calm to the gentle breeze. Justin stared up into the clear sky, watching the nearly full moon as it cast it's pale glow on the back yard.

At times like this he felt the most lonely. Oddly enough, tonight was the one year anniversary of the disappearance of his partner, his lover, Tanner.

Last year, he arrived at home much as he had tonight, fully expecting Tanny to greet him with his usual hug and kiss at the door, but he was not there. Inside the house, the evening meal waited in the warm oven, the table was set, everything looked normal - everything except Tanner. He was never heard from again.

The police came, checked everywhere, everything, questioned Justin, questioned the neighbors, questioned people at Justin's work, the people at Tanner's job. His clothes were all still there, he had used the treadmill, as usual, he had been to work and left at the usual time, no one noticed anything unusual, in fact he had been talking about their plans for vacation in just over a month.

There was talk of charges of murder. Justin was a "person of interest" and called in for questioning - repeatedly. Each long interrogation tore deeply into his soul, ripping the wound raw and bleeding any meaning of life, or desire to continue out of him.

His family was questioned. Tanny's family was questioned. There was no hiding the fact that they were lovers and now both families know, the people at work know, and after he was finally cleared as a murder suspect, he had been rejected by his own family and Tanner's family told him to stay away from them - or else.

Days passed. Weeks. Months. Now it was one full year.
After the pain started to soften he no longer cried himself to sleep every night, just a couple of nights a week, then three or four times a month. The house that they shared as home no longer heard the songs of love, the laughter and the soft coos and moans of pleasure and delight.
Then came the dreams. Intense, powerful and emotional dreams that would wrench his sleep away from him leaving him panting and sweating in the dark. He would wake up and fight to remember the dreams he had just had, the memory of his beloved manifesting in beautiful, sweet dream that relieved his loneliness and grief, if only for a few minutes in a fleeting dream. At first they were emotion charged images of Tanner standing and smiling next to the bed, then laying beside him in his usual place to the right side of the bed, then the wild, overpoweringly realistic feelings of Tanner stroking and sucking his shaft and stroking his smooth body with his loving, tender touch. The orgasmic eruptions and convulsive spasms would wrack his body with ecstatic pleasure, jolting him awake and panting at the end, balls throbbing, cock tingling, dripping wet with sweat, but no semen to be found.

Justin was determined to get over his loss, but it was overwhelmingly strong. What friends he had left had urged him to get professional help but their answer was to subscribe "happy pills" that made him "feel better" but the nagging pain of the loss never went away. The medication made him feel happy but when he  would think of Tanny and would feel guilty  for feeling so good and turned the feelings around to thoughts of suicide. The only thing stopping him was not knowing where Tanny was or what happened to him.  Was he alive? Did he leave on his own? If he was dead, who was responsible?

The long, slow process of grief had finally moved to acceptance, yet with hope that someday Tanny would walk in through the door with a perfectly good explanation of what had happened.  There was a growing sense of Tanny's presence around him.  Almost like he could feel, sense, even smell him in the room, especially at those times he felt so desperately alone.  The feelings were brief, but in some strange way, they helped.

The beeper on the microwave yanked him back to reality.  He brushed an annoying fruit fly away from his face as he stood up and gingerly moved the hot meal from the nuker to the table, burning his fingertips a bit in the process. The coffeemaker was filling the air with the welcome home smell of fresh brewed coffee and making rude noises on the counter telling him that it was nearly ready.  What it didn't tell him was that it was masking the sound of the careful footsteps moving up behind him...

The aroma of coffee was overpowered by a sudden whiff sweet, strong chloroform in the air. The black gloved hands of the intruder wrapped around his face and pulled him tightly back against the chair while he struggled in the rapidly enclosing darkness to get away. Soon he was unaware of sight, sound or feeling. All that remained was the darkness.

Tanner's handsome, smiling face swirled around in the darkness.  A reassuring smile and a pat on the shoulder faded as he became aware of his surroundings.
"Hey, look. He's waking up." The voice faded in.

"I'll get it." another voice answered.

Justin realized that he was blindfolded and tied hand and foot. Suddenly he felt the rough pressure of the gloved hands hands that again held the chloroform soaked cloth over his nose and mouth.  The sounds of laughter faded into nothingness.

Trying his best to remain still, Justin lay on his side on a cold metal floor. He was in a vehicle. He felt the rhythmic thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump of the seams in the highway as he was being taken to someplace unknown.

Low voices were talking back and forth but he couldn't hear them very well with the rumble of the engine and roar of the tires and wind. He could see that it must be daylight but couldn't see much else through the blindfold tied over his eyes. The smell of chloroform got stronger and he realized that he was about to be put back to sleep.

The rough jolt brought him back to his senses as the van bounced on the rough road.  They were moving slower but definitely moving on a badly maintained dirt road. He felt the sores where his body had been laying on the hard metal floor for way too long, his head throbbed like it might explode and his ears buzzed really loudly. He didn't dare move. His side, hip and head were sore and he wanted desperately to move but they were sure to be watching and put him out again.  Another rough jolt and his body slammed into the deck again. The involuntary grunt was masked by the other noises in the van but one of the captors got up to check him and kicked him in the side just to see if he was awake yet. Seconds later he was struggling against the sickening sweet fumes as the world again faded into darkness.

It was quiet. He opened his eyes and tried to peer through the cloth but could not see anything.  His throat was parched. His tongue was sticking to the inside of his mouth. He could smell and taste vomit. He figured that he must have vomited from the chloroform or maybe the long ride while he was unconscious. He was lying face down, not on his right side, which was a relief of sorts, but as he started moving he realized that he was now naked.  He was still tightly tied up but his hands were now tied in front rather than behind his back as they had been and he was now laying on some thin plastic. His fingers felt numb and his ankles hurt where they pressed against the bonds. His skin stuck to the plastic sheeting that he was laying on as he moved.  He was not in the van any more but the room was dark and he couldn't tell much more than that.

"Help me." he said.  His voice startled him.  It sounded weak and hoarse.
"Hey, can I have some water?" . . . "Anyone there?" . . . "Please..."
 Not a sound.

Several long hours passed.  He managed to get to his feet and found that he was inside a narrow, long metal walled room. No furniture, no obvious doors or windows.  No clear sounds came inside except an occasional hint of blowing wind and birds.  His muscles ached, his ears were buzzing and he was feeling very hungry and thirsty. The total darkness that seemed so total that it could be felt strained his senses.  He soon sat down in a corner and tried in vain to untie his bonds. He was left completely alone for the time. At least there was no more chloroform.
After a very long time, he mercifully fell asleep.

There was a loud *Bang* as something hit the walls of the room.  A large creaking door opened and a brilliant light moved about the room and finally aimed directly at his face.

"He's awake." Someone said.

"That's ok. Let him wake up."

The Light moved closer and he could see a little of the room.

"Damn,  it stinks in here." one of them said.  Justin had used the opposite corner of the room as a bathroom and the strong smell of feces and urine had filled the air. He welcomed the fresh air that arrived with the newcomers.
"Here, take this." The one without the flashlight shoved a bottle of water into his hands.
He removed the cap and spilled the warm, but refreshing fluid into his mouth. He could feel the water as it washed down his throat and entered his stomach. His body was badly dehydrated and the water was going to keep him alive, at least for now.


"Here." the other one said, tossing a plastic wrapped sandwich into his lap. "Eat this.  We'll be back in a few."

"Wait!" Justin sputtered through the water still in his mouth. "Where am I?" "Who are you?"
"We'll be back." the other said as they stepped outside and closed the door again.
The door slammed shut and all light was again shut out.

His mind raced to make sense of his situation. He now knew that he was in an old shipping container, they were somewhere in the woods, it was night again.  He also knew that there were at least three of them.  Two were with him in the van and someone else was driving. They got in the house through the doors he had opened. Beyond the fact that they had traveled for hours and he had no idea at all where he was now, he was lost.

Had these men kidnapped Tanner last year?  They took him away with little or no signs of struggle, probably would have touched nothing with their hands. - No fingerprints. Probably no one will ever hear from him again either...

Could Tanny still be alive somewhere? Will he end up in the same place Tanny did? What were they going to do with him?

He suspiciously sniffed the sandwich in the dark. Tuna. He started to eat it slowly, but soon wolfed the remainder down, chasing it with the last of the water.

Falling back against the wall, Justin fought back the tears that came as he thought of Tanny.  He missed him so... "Tanny, I miss you." he whispered.
"I miss you too..." the darkness seemed to whisper back.
"Now I'm hallucinating." Justin moaned as he sat against the wall near the door. He got as comfortable as he could and started picking at the ropes on his ankles.

"Be ready. He's probably waiting for us to open the door.  He's had food and water so he might try to get away on us."
"I'm ready." The other said as he tapped the tree branch "club" against his hand. "Just open it."

The door opened a bit and they tried to peer into the darkness.
"Yeahhh!" Justin screamed as he slammed against the door with his shoulder, pushing it into the two. They stumbled back as the naked figure exploded from the container, hands still tied, making his desperate run for freedom. He was making a good run for it but the sharp stones and branches jabbed and gouged at his body. Scrambling after him they were impressed by the speed he was running on the rough terrain but it wasn't long before the one with the club swung the weapon and connected with the side of Justin's head, sending him sprawling onto the ground. They started punching and kicking the nearly defenseless body until they had knocked him unconscious.

A few minutes later he started waking up. He was being carried back to the container.  He started struggling.  The man carrying his feet looked at the other and said "Let go."
Justin fell to the ground striking his head and shoulders on the stony trail. The one holding his feet held him tightly so he couldn't free himself.
"You fucked yourself this time." he snarled as he held tightly to Justin's legs. Looking up at his partner he snapped "Put him out."
The other came into view. His fist moved down sideways into Justin's abdomen. The stinging of a syringe needle started burning as the man's thumb pushed the contents into Justin's abdominal muscles.
Justin struggled against the guy at his feet but rapidly lost the battle with the encroaching darkness. He was vaguely aware that he had been thrown onto the hard floor and thought he heard the slamming door. Then it was quiet again.

The fog started to lift. It was getting dark. the sun had dropped behind the hill, the dusk was rapidly giving way to night and he was being carried again, and  he was blindfolded again.  This time one person was carrying him.  He rode in the big guy's arms like a child being carried to bed. In his fog, he felt himself bounce with the steps and tried to put things back together in his head.  His muscles ached, he had bunches of cuts and bruises from his running and recapture, and was feeling the effects of being repeatedly drugged and gassed. Worst of all, he still did not have any answers.
He felt the sting of another needle.

Justin started to feel the pain of the bruises, the headache and the wooziness from the injections. He was still blindfolded but he could tell that it was dark, hands tied and currently laying on a big mossy rock.  The woodsy smell and the sound of chirping birds told him that it must be almost dawn.  He could hear low voices all around him. Someone was humming a strange sounding tune and someone else was trying to hum along.

"Help. Please... Can somebody please give me a drink?"

The humming stopped.

"Here, sit up." The friendly sounding voice had strong hands that lifted Justin to a sitting position while someone else grabbed him by his ankles. He heard the snap of a fresh bottle of water being opened and soon felt the bottle against his parched lips.
"Don't drink it too fast," the friendly voice cautioned, "you don't want to get sick."
He carefully drank the water and savored the sweet, life giving beverage. It seemed that his mouth had been coated with dust and the refreshing cool water gave him hope.
"Where am I?" he asked hoarsely.
"We're in the heart of the woods. It's almost dawn." He declared.
"You sound like that is important."
"It sure is. Justin, this is your greatest day."
"My greatest day?" Justin replied,he didn't like the sound of that. "What do you mean?"
"You are going to be released, at sunrise."
"I'm going home?" He asked.
"You sure are. It is the festival of Litha.  As the first rays of Aten break through the trees we raise our hands and voices in celebration of the longest of days, the bounty of Gaia the earth, the power of Aten, the sun.  Aine of Knockaine, blesses us especially this year because the moon will be full tonight as well. Our blessings are assured this day by our gift to the most high gods." His tone sounded a little strange.
"I don't understand any of this. Why am I here?" he asked. "Why have you done this to me?"
"You have been chosen!"  His voice changed again, taking on an air of awe, almost worshipful. "You will be set free to soar among the stars, to be as one with the sun and the moon. No more bound by this mortal body."
Justin's gut tightened. They were going to kill him.
"You will join those who have gone on before you," the voice continued, "As the first light of dawn strikes the treetops, we will release the stream of life to flow back to Gaia, It will flood the sacrificial stone with it's blessed life giving spirit, just as those who have gone on before have blessed this holy altar with their own blood."
"No!" he gasped, "Please, no!"
"You will soon be released from all pain to live free, to sing with those who have gone before you."
"Last year, you did this last year? At the same time?" Justin asked.
"Of course, Justin, it is the summer solstice. As we have done for centuries, we celebrate the longest day and give thanks to the sun and the earth by offering one deemed to be worthy to join them." he patted Justin's shoulder, "You are most honored to be chosen."
"Last year, do you remember his name? Who was chosen last year?"
"Oh, last year?" there was a pause. Another voice from nearby spoke up. "Terry, his name was Terry."
"No, it was  Tanner." another corrected.
The well of tears started to flood his eyes as he realized that his fears were right.  Tanny was gone... With all the hunger and thirst, the beatings and humiliation he had endured, he felt a desperate sorrow growing up from deep within.  What had Tanny gone through?  Why couldn't he have been there for him?
A shout came from the crowd. "Look! the treetops!"
"The first rays!" another said.
"It is time." the one that had given him the drink said. "Let the river of life flow!"

Justin started to struggle against the hands holding him. Suddenly there were many hands holding him in place.  He heard the strange song start up again, this time they were all gathered around, singing as they held on to him.

Someone was feeling his side, pressing his flesh just below his ribs, feeling for the soft area under the ribcage. Suddenly, the sharp cold point of a knife pressed into his side.  His skin resisted as the blade was slowly pressed, making a deep depression as the blade was forced.  "Ahhhh! Please! No, don't!" He twisted with the pain. "Uhhhhh!"
The blade had pierced his side and was now sliding deeper and deeper into his body, cutting and tearing skin, muscle and organs as it plunged, full length, stopping only as the hilt pressed against his side.
"Behold!" The voice announced. "The river of life."
The practiced hand quickly slipped the blade from his side.
"Auhhhhh!" He gasped as the notched spine of the thick blade rasped out through the tight slit in his skin.  Justin shuddered with each notch as it caught, then pulled free of his torn side. He could feel the warm flow of his blood running down his side and onto the moss covered stone.
"Gaaahhh! You bastards!" he growled, the pain was contorting his face and his muscles tightened as he fought against the unseen hands holding him in place. "How can you do this? You killed Tanny, you did this to him. I never knew!"
"Shhhh! Peace now." He cupped his hand over Justin's mouth to quiet him. The friendly voice said in his ear. "It's almost over."
"When the sun's rays come down the trees, and strike your body, we, in turn strike the life blow and you will  be forever free." "You will join your beloved friend.  He awaits. Peace now"
Justin was getting weak. The searing pain was spreading, growing like a flame within. His breath became more difficult as he sucked in what air he could through the fingers over his mouth.
The golden glow of the dawn slowly worked it's way down the trees, In seconds it would shine it's warm, life giving rays across Justin's cold, tortured body.
"Here it comes. Just a few seconds and you will climb the golden shaft of light from Aten himself. He will embrace your essence and draw you to himself."
"Tanny... Unh... unh... ooh, Tanny, I am so sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't here for you. Oh God."
The faint, but warm ray of sunlight spread across his shivering body, shining through the cloth over his eyes.
"UGHHHH!" Before he had time to say anything more, the soft voiced worshiper drove the blade in through Justin's heaving chest and deep into his heart with deadly finality.

A sharp grunt and powerful muscle contractions used the last bit of natural strength his tortured body could produce. He curled up briefly, raised his knees up to his chest, trying to protect himself, holding the scream that wanted to escape inside until his insides contracted in a  heaving groan as blood rushed up into his mouth and would have choked off his next breath, if there had been one. The image of Tanner, smiling with loving adoration painted across his field of vision as his last senses of this world fled away.
As light started to return to Justin's eyes, he saw Tanny's smiling face again, felt Tanny's hand holding his hand and could even hear his beating heart as tanner hugged him, holding him firmly to his chest, saying "It's ok now. I'm here, We're together."

Terry A Halberd

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Fantasy and Supernatural - Skyler - part 3

Skylar Wolfe hurried through the woods toward the old house, knowing that he had been discovered.  His senses were working overtime and he could feel the hunters attempting to track him.  Blocking his mind from their mental probes he concentrated instead on mimicking the scent that he had found in the barn just minutes ago.

He had entered an old barn in the woods, he could smell the fresh blood inside and sensed a presence that was unfamiliar.  Carefully opening the door, he saw the naked, bleeding figure hanging upside down in a corner.  He was alive, unconscious and in the process of changing into the next vampire created by Vogel and his clan.  Moving to the victim, he could smell Vogel's scent all over him, along with that of a couple of others that he did not know.

There was no time to feel sorry for the hapless victim.  When he awakes he will be very dangerous and under Vogel's powerful will and will have a ravenous hunger for blood - any blood.

Without hesitating any longer he moved in and touched the powerfully charged body.  A vicious flood of emotions entangled his mind as he came in contact with him.  The body jumped as it sensed an imminent attack and began to struggle to consciousness.

Without waiting, Skyler licked the blood from the inverted face where the fresh blood still seeped and from the still bleeding holes in his neck and began to lick the fresh blood from his inverted body, each drop providing vital information about the victim and helping to intertwine the two bodies and minds. Moving up from the neck he licked the sweat from his breasts and nipples, filling Skyler's senses with the unique taste of his chemistry, continued up across the rigid washboard of his abs to his navel. The head of the man's cock was laying over  the navel like a waiting predator protecting it's lair. Gently moving it aside he pressed his tongue into the shallow innie of a belly button, savoring the salty taste and the fresh musk of the man's wonderful, natural aroma. The body quivered as he probed the depths of the firm bump at the bottom and the previously flaccid shaft started to swell, bumping against his face as it struggled for room to grow.
Knowing that he had very little time left before he was fully awake and became a deadly threat, he slid up until he stood with his lips poised at the thick, stiffening shaft head, taking it into his mouth as it grew.

Instantly, like an electrical connection had been made, both bodies reacted to the touch.  Skyler drew on the shaft, grabbing the balls in their soft sack, rolling them around, squeezing them and massaging the bottom of the cock shaft  as he found himself becoming more stimulated by the feel of the man's hands working their way into his own pants and the sudden, violent fellatio of which he found himself now the willing recipient. Knowing that this was a race to the death, he turned on the mental attack, showering his target with the most erotic images and emotions that he could muster. It was obviously working as the stiff shaft became even more rigid, the blood vessels bulging and stretching the skin to the point of ripping open but the inverted body was growing stronger as the struggle escalated.  The toned muscles bulged with renewed power as the vampire-to-be gained strength and he started to struggle to gain the upper hand.

Soft moans turned to growls of lust.  Gentle stimulation became a rough and forceful struggle for dominance. The caresses and hugs became vice like traps that one had sprung on the bodies of the other. Skyler crushed the testicles and tore at the sack as he himself was being bitten and torn at by the other.

Suddenly it was over.  The intense sex play had brought the inverted body to the point of ultimate stimulation.  Every muscle, every nerve was stressed to the breaking point as the body prepared itself for the ultimate release. He gasped one last deep gulp of air before surrendering every last bit of life to Skylar.

There was a long pause. Skyler could feel the tension building as the pressure behind the dam built up past the breaking point. The realization of his imminent death welled up inside the mind of the strong, transforming being that the handsome man had become. Skyler focused on the image of the lives of the vampires that he had gained as their essence poured into him at their death. The straining vampire-to-be was confronted with images of what he was about to become.  The overwhelming evidence was more than he could stand.

Suddenly, the body rocked with violent spasms of ecstasy and terror. The hot cum erupted from the body as he squeezed Skyler with terrible strength, and bit down on Skyler's turgid shaft.  Wild images flooded Skyler's mind.  Images of youth, family and friends.  Suddenly he knew all that his victim knew, his youth, school, college, friends, special friends... The face of one called David burned into his mind as the sexual yearning for his loving partner washed through his tortured mind. The Image whispered the name "Mitchell" as it faded. Images of jobs, homes and finally what had happened just before the attack and the horrific fear that flooded the victim's mind as he was physically and mentally assaulted by Vogel in those last moments of consciousness.  The crushing bear hug shuddered with one last burst of strength as the last of the life essence transferred into Skyler and all went dark and cold.  Contained in that final burst was a distinct message of understanding and gratitude as the body went totally limp and dangled grotesquely, deflated and gray, those fine, toned muscles now shrunken and atrophied, soft and almost liquefied.

The body would not crumble away rapidly as others had because he was freshly turned. Skyler looked at the deflated body and the ashen color. Feeling the pain in his own shaft where he had been bitten, he could see the wound closing and the healthy pink color returning to the purple flesh as he packed it back in his pants.

The firestorm of strength, emotions and memories flooded Skyler's consciousness.  He sorted through the memories and feelings until they began to make sense.  Embedded in the whole mess was Vogel's plan to lure him and others into the woods, right where he was now, for what was to be a role playing party but it was a ruse to make him the target of a hunt. Some would be turned to join Vogel's army and others would serve as sport and food.

Reaching out with renewed sensitivity, Skyler felt the presence of another prey and the predator that was about to pounce. Skyler wanted to hurry to the creek to help but another presence was much closer and a far greater threat.

Hurrying through the woods toward the house he readied his crossbow, knowing that he had been discovered, he concentrated on the scent of the man in the barn, matching the scent and the mental image as best he could to mask his identity. Their minds met, but the mind in the house did not seem to be concerned about his approach, thinking rather that he was about to greet the freshly turned man from the barn.

"Come on in my young friend." The voice was both coming from inside the building and from inside his own head. "Mitchell, isn't it? Come in. You must have a thousand questions."

He felt the name "Arturo" associated with this voice.  Arturo was a very old and very dangerous member of the clan and he was sexually aroused, waiting for Mitchell to come in so they could enjoy each other for a time.

Pausing outside the door, he waited for the right moment. Inside the room Arturo took the hesitation to be a sign of fear.

"You have nothing to fear from me. I am here to help you. You have much to learn. I will help you."

"Here, I've laid down my bow and I'm taking off my quiver."

"What??" Arturo looked up as Skyler stepped into the room and fired the silver tipped arrow.  The sickening thud of the arrow splitting Arturo's sternum was followed immediately by his hoarse gasp as the metal reacted with the centuries old body. His face contorted with pain as his color turned to gray and thick smoke started to flow from his chest and mouth as the rapidly growing hole expanded outward. 

Arturo stood helplessly as his chest opened wide and the body continued to turn to an acrid cloud of ammonia and dust.
The arrow fell from the hollow where the strong muscled chest had been and he fell to the floor.  His shorts had been tightly packed behind the lace up front with his bulging, excited manhood, ready to enjoy the pleasures of a fresh partner but now the expanding dissolving flesh emptied them of all viable content.

Skyler stood over the body watching the final pieces crumble to dust.  The feet and skull finished last as the open, terror filled eyes stared blindly upwards until they too dissolved and the fetid cloud of acrid vapor slowly drifted toward the door.

"Would have been interesting to absorb that lifeforce." he thought as he picked up the arrow for later use.

Immediately the image of David shot back into his mind as he sensed the immanent danger to Mitchell's partner.  A deep pleading within compelled him to hurry to David's aid.

Reaching out with his mind he felt the scene playing out on the creekside ahead.  The two minds were entwined as the hypnotic will of the vampire Joshua Craig mesmerised David's helpless mind, drawing him to himself, dropping all barriers and creating a state of epic arousal with uncontrolled lust. Sadly Skyler knew he was never going to make it in time.

At the creek, David stood unaware of the deadly threat before him.  Holding the ornate sword, a beautiful replica of an antique rapier, at his side, David was more consumed by the lustful energy that was being projected into his mind than any possible indications of fear at the scantily clad "player" standing before him.

Craig took the sword from his limp hand and started caressing and stroking his bare chested body, backing him up against the rocks where he sat down, letting Joshua have his way with him.

Still too far away to prevent what was about to happen, Skyler probed David's mind and tried to wake him from the stupor.

"Wake up!" he shouted into David's mind.

Sight returned to David's eyes and his mind was suddenly aware of his plight.  Sensing the intrusion, Joshua raised the rapier and thrust the dull blade deep into David's stomach and out through his back.  Before the scream of agony could escape his throat, Joahua bit deeply into his exposed neck, ripping the flesh away from the deliciously throbbing vein in his neck.

The shock and horror reached Skyler's mind as the vampire ripped the vein from David's neck savouring the life giving fountain as his victim convulsed and died in his arms.  The part of Mitchell that now resided in Skyler's mind screamed with agonizing sorrow as he knew that his lover was now the victim of this evil creature. The wail of sorrow echoed through the trees, reaching Joshua's sensitive ears.

As Skyler reached the creek, he saw the lifeless figure lying on the rocks below. Looking quickly around he could not see Joshua, but could feel him as he drew a bead on him and fired.
The arrow ricocheted off the rocks and disappeared into the brush as Skyler dodged the missile that had been aimed at his heart.
Another shaft slammed into the tree trunk next to him as he scrambled for cover.

"You can't win. Surrender to me and I will make you happier than you have ever been." Joshua promised.  Strong images started to flood into Skyler's mind. "You have no idea what I can do for you."

"No thanks, asshole." Skyler answered as he raised up and fired his arrow at the figure that was taking aim at him at the same time. Skyler's arrow smacked into Joshua's chest. Joshua's arrow flew harmlessly into the rocks, shattering the shaft and sending up a shower of sparks.

A look of disbelief crossed his face as the vampire realized what had just happened.  He fell back against one of the rocks and struggled briefly, trying to breathe as the silver tipped arrow started destroying the long dead heart inside the pierced chest. Skyler knew that in a short time nothing would be left but dust and a loincloth but did not stay to watch the spectacle.

Turning toward the woods. Skyler could feel Vogel's presence as he stalked off toward the farmhouse.  Following the scent trail he stepped into a clearing and found another body spread out on top of a large rock glistening with sweat in the bright sun.

The muscular figure had been stabbed in the chest before he was placed on the rock. blood had run down toward his abdomen before he was moved.  The fresher blood ran up the body, toward his neck along with a trickle that emerged from the corner of his mouth, probably from the lungs. Placing his hand on the body, Skyler could tell that the body was indeed dead. No life force, no memories, just the exciting scent of the virile body and the tantalizing aroma of the testosterone laden blood.  Beside the stone was a silver colored spear.  Picking it up, Skyler could tell that it was not silver but still a good, serviceable weapon.

Leaving the body behind, he again followed Vogel's scent as he headed toward the farm house.  Before he had gone far, he was aware that he was again being stalked.  Ahead of him, Vogel had turned and was heading back in his direction.

"Arturo, my friend, is that you?" Vogel called out. "Are you well? Something is different about you."

Too many thoughts and emotions were flooding through Skyler's mind. He tried to concentrate.  The scent of the body on that boulder and the taste of Mitchell, the feelings of the confused Arturo and yes, the strongly pungent scent that Joshua had emitted at his death all mingled in his mind along with the putrid ammonia and rotting flesh smell as Arturo had evaporated inside that small room all mingled together to make concentration on a single thing very difficult.

"You smell like Arturo but your feelings have opened my eyes." Vogel cooed as he approached. " Who are you and why are you hiding from me?"
Vogel stepped into view. Skyler prepared to fight but he was holding the silver colored spear - not a good weapon against Vogel.

"Well hello there." Vogel said as he stood stark naked, holding a spear of his own. "How goes the game?"

"I am not here to play games." Skyler warned. "I know who you are."

"Then you have the advantage." Vogel answered.  "I have no idea who you are but you are hopelessly outclassed.  I can defend myself and I do not take well to idle threats."

"Nothing idle about this." Skyler answered. "Avery Dawson didn't think I was a threat either. You should prepare to die."

"Dawson was a fool." Vogel Responded with a laugh. "If you really are the one that killed him then maybe I should thank you." Vogel pranced, flaunting his naked body in front of Skyler, having little fear of what may happen because he was confident that his years of experience would triumph over this young upstart, even if he happened to lose, he would be completely healed and regenerated in a matter of minutes and would track this opponent down and tear his throat out.

The two slowly circled each other taking an occasional jab toward the other. Vogel started a kind of trash talking, trying to get Skyler to do something foolish.
Skyler, on the other hand was busy probing the depths of Vogel's brain, searching for the keys embedded in his motor functions. With them located he could anticipate any move, any twitch, any false move.
Vogel feigned a couple of stabs aimed at Skyler's midsection and Skyler easily sidestepped them. Angered at the seeming ease with which Skyler avoided his attacks, Vogel raised his spear and started to charge toward Skyler, screaming.

Skyler raised his spear and stepped into the charging vampire's path driving the long slender blade deep into the hairy chest.  An ear splitting shriek echoed through the woods as the point of the spear jammed into Vogel's spine and lodged there. Vogel bared his fangs as he fell back against the moss covered tree but his show of rage quickly melted away as he lost consciousness.
 Skyler had him.  He was temporarily incapacitated but would soon be reviving and would be enraged and ready for the kill.

Knowing that he had already absorbed the essence of one very powerful being less than an hour ago (the natural power of a "virgin" vampire is legendary). He knew that doing it again so soon could prove lethal but he knew that allowing Vogel to revive would be even more dangerous.

Moving in, Skyler started spreading Vogel's legs apart and grasped the limp organ between them. No response from the apparently dead body but Skyler could feel the lifeforce within straining to regain control of the badly wounded body.
"You can't wait any longer." Skyler heard the voice urging him on. The voice of Aaron Peake, his lover and mentor and now "living" inside him as the essence of his life was absorbed as he was slowly dying. Now that life essence worked to guide and protect his protege.

Trusting the voice, he grabbed the flaccid member again. Hopelessly limp for the moment he held it with both hands and started rubbing it between his hands, trying to evoke a response.  Still nothing. Deciding that more body contact was needed, Skyler took the soft shaft into his mouth ans slid his hands up from the hips, up the sides of the still torso and placed his palms on the muscular pecs of the sleeping vampire.  A sudden flutter in the body let him know that it was working.  As he massaged the pecs, the soft cock started to swell.
Almost immediately the body began to stir.  Vogel moaned, whether from the pleasure of the stimulation or from the pain of the spear that was still embedded in his chest, but the fact that he was waking stirred the passion in Skyler, making him pour on the assault of lust into Vogel's still foggy mind.
Vogel moved his arms. Feeling the mouth on his shaft, he reached down and held Skyler's head as Skyler stroked and massaged his manhood and continued to massage the solid pecs of his victim-to-be. For several long minutes the scene continued as the stimulation rose and Vogel was getting set for a massive ejaculation.
Not knowing what was about to happen to him, Vogel gladly went along with the uninvited service but as his mind cleared and he realized who was sucking on his cock and massaging his muscled chest, Vogel poised himself to strike, right at the moment of climax.
Letting go of Skyler's head and grasping the spear in his chest, he readied himself.
Skyler could sense Vogel's plan but was in no position to change anything now.  He would finish what he had started and let things work out as they may.

Reaching the point of ultimate stimulation, Vogel started erupting into Skyler's throat, helping it along with powerful thrusts and wrapping his legs securely around Skyler's vulnerable body.  Ripping the spear from his chest, Vogle raised it high and plunged it deep into Skyler's back squarely between his shoulder blades.

Skyler reacted with a choking scream that was muffled into the man meat that was filling his mouth and pumping down his throat.  With the overpowering stimulation of his victory over Skyler, Vogel gave his sexual pleasure everything he had - literally.

Suddenly, Vogel could feel the whole of his being releasing his life force to be surrendered up to the body now laying between his thighs.  The wild incomprehensibly powerful feeling of all of his life essence leaving his body, being drawn by an irresistible compulsion down and out through his genitalia to be surrendered to the very one that he had intended to kill filled him with terror beyond his wildest imagination at the same time as it rewarded him with the most incredible pleasure he would ever feel. Ever.

Vogel's body stiffened and convulsed, squeezing the very last of his life force from every fiber of his being.  The suddenly empty body jerked violently, turned completely limp, and starting at the extremities, turned to the same dusty gray powder as Skyler had seen many times before.  Skyler, did not see what was happening, rather he was attempting to catch his breath when the cold, limp penis in his mouth turned to powder.

"Gaahhh!" *Spit* *Cough* *Spit* "Shit!  Not again!"

He raised up a bit, still spitting the gray powder and muddy chunks from his mouth.  He could feel the spear being pushed from his back as the healing force healed the deadly wound with the ease of getting over a pin prick.  The spear clattered to the ground as he stood and brushed the remainder of the dust from his body.

"You did well. There is much more to come." the friendly voice inside his being said.

"Thanks Aaron.  I only wish you were still here with me."

"I am here, Skyler." Aaron replied.  "I always will be."

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