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(M/m-teen, underage, nc, rp, v, tor, bd, sn) *** Author Note: The names of people, characters, products, companies and/or data mentioned within this document are fictitious and are in no way intended to represent any real individual, company, product, or event, unless otherwise noted. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, for any purpose, without the express written permission of the author. That means NO COPYING! (c) 2012 Zachary Taylor Burns. All rights reserved. If you have any questions, comments or suggestions about this or any other story, please email me at: artistic.revelations@hotmail.com - Please be sure to include the story title in the subject line. I would also love to hear ideas for future stories! Also be sure to check out my website, and the other stories I have written! zacharytaylorburns.blogspot.com *** "Hey mister!" The voice was unmistakably that of a teenage boy in the throes of puberty. "Need some attention?" I stopped walking, turned and stared down the musty, poorly lit alleyway. There, leaning against the brick wall, one foot propped at an angle on the wall behind him, was a shaggy-haired teenager, baggy blue jeans and wife beater, taking a drag from the cigarette dangling out of his mouth. "Attention?" I asked, knowing from experience where it was headed- I'd seen the likes of him before, peddling a hot young body. The boy grabbed the front of his jeans and simultaneously crushed the cigarette under his foot, the one that had been propped against the wall. "Ten for a feel, twenty-five for a blow. A hundred to fuck me, three for me to fuck you, and five to do it bare. Extra if you wanna make out." He said all of this in a smooth, business-like tone, as if he was merely discussing a transaction at a bank. I knew how to play the game, as well. Not wanting to appear too direct, I stammered, "W-what do you mean, t-that's not what I w-want." Perfect. I could have been an actor. This was going to be such fun. "Relax, old boy," the teen said as he took a step toward me. His voice had just dropped a few notes, and he sounded... sensual. I took a step back, still playing the unsuspecting man. "If you just wanna make out, it's a Lincoln per minute," he added. "How old are you?" I asked, eyebrows raised in mock- surprise at the situation. I even made my hands tremble a bit, to make it look like I was nervous. In reality, I was primed for the action. This was something I did only rarely, when the need and risk of what I wanted overcame my rational senses, when the monster inside reared its ugly head. "How old do you want me to be?" he asked with a wink, taking another step closer, a hand beneath his waistband, obviously stroking himself. "I can play as young as eleven, if that's your thing." "Let's go for a drive," I said, still appearing to be nervous as all hell, but inside I was oozing with sexual prowess and the intense desire to sate my abominable urges. He thought he had all the power in his hand, which is why it worked so well when I acted like a nervous wreck. This poor, defenseless kid had no idea what was going to happen. That just made the game all the more fun for me. His smile at my suggestion of a drive said it all, that he thought he had won the first round. The imaginary referee who always kept my scores would beg to differ, since I always won at this game. There was no other alternative, except either a death sentence in prison or a cell with white padded walls and a litany of endless drugs that might "help" me become "normal". I wanted neither, and prayed, as I always do before the start of a game, that I not get caught red- handed. "Where's your car?" he asked. I pointed at the entrance of the alley, and said with another Oscar-worthy performance, "D-down the s-street a bit." "Lead the way old man," the beauty said as he sauntered ahead of me, swaying his hips to perfectly accentuate his rounded ass. And what a beautiful ass it was! I walked slightly behind and to the left of him, and told him to turn left when we got to the corner. As we walked down the dark street passing dark buildings and few people, I told him my car was the silver BMW. Of course I hadn't needed to tell him anything, since mine was the only car parked on this side of the block. That in itself was unusual because this street is usually busy with vehicles and pedestrians at all hours of the night. The fact that the street was empty only heightened my thrill, for there was no one around to see us. I pushed the button on my keyring and deactivated the alarm three seconds before he stepped up to the passenger door and slid into the seat. He watched me as I walked to the driver's side and slid in. And we were off, driving down the deserted street. "Any place in particular you want to go?" I asked. "Any place you want to sink your dick into me is fine," he said with a chuckle, his hand straying down to the bulge in his jeans. I watched hum rub himself for a few seconds, feigning an indecisive silence as I made it look like I was thinking. Finally, I said, "I have a room at the Kellerton?" Of course, I had already planned this just in case. He shrugged, noncommittally, and breathed his assent. I had chosen the Kellerton Motel specifically for the fact that it was off the beaten path, and the owner took cash in one hand while he looked away and didn't ask questions. It was widely known for its prominence as a go-to place for sex with a hooker. I briefly wondered how many young teen boy sluts got paid to fuck in those rooms, being filled with load after load of man spunk. That thought made my dick jump in my jeans, and I reached over and took his smooth hand in mine. He didn't pull away, but didn't tighten his grip either. It was the first passive thing he'd done so far. He was silent for a moment, looking at the dashboard, and then he said: "How much are you gonna pay?" I was silent for a moment to match his, pondering whether or not to tell him the truth. Every single time I went out on one of these adventures, I desperately wanted to admit to the boy the true reason for my picking him up off the streets. My dick strained harder against my jeans, aching for the release it knew was coming. I took a deep breath, still trying to appear nervous. "How about I give you a thousand, and you let me do whatever I want to you, no questions asked." "None of that kinky shit," he replied, staring at me. "You wanna fuck me bare, shoot your load into me, that's good. No beating, no whips, chains, none of that S&M shit." I nodded. Ever the businessman, I knew how to make a deal sound delicious and irresistible. "How much would you want, if I just wanted to tie you to the bed and pretend I'm raping you?" He smiled. "You are a nasty one, aren't you? And I thought you were an innocent, some new fresh meat. Fifteen hundred and you can tie me up and pretend you're raping my poor, defenseless, virgin hole." The thought of pretending he was a virgin made this even hotter for me, and my dick strained harder against the confines of my jeans. "Deal. Look in the glove compartment. It's all there, and then some." The kid had no idea what was coming as he clicked open the compartment door and pulled out a yellow envelope, stuffed full of bills. "I take you to the motel, tie you, use you in every way I can think of, and it's all yours." The kid pulled out a banded wad of cash and thumbed through it. What he saw was a bunch of hundred-dollar bills, something I saved up for this very special adventure that was about to ensue. Not that it mattered because none of the tricks I bought ever got to spend their hard-earned money. I saw the greed come over him, as it did with each of my previous victims, and he licked his lips. "Fine, anything you want as long as there's no lasting damage or scars. I'll even give you an all-nighter." "Just as I knew you would," I thought as I pulled into the back parking lot of the Kellerton. I already had my room key. The room was conveniently located on the far corner of the east side, overlooking the pool. This was going to be perfect. I had never used a motel so close to home before, and was anxious to see how horny I could get at the risk of being caught for what I was going to do. That was half the thrill of it- the risk of being caught. I led the way to my room, and couldn't help but notice the generous bulge that showed how horny this young stud really was. The yellow envelope of cash was stuffed into his back pocket, wagging along in sync with his ass at every step. After unlocking the door, I allowed him to go inside first, and I followed suit, locking and dead-bolting the door behind me. "Strip," I commanded, and he did so. No pomp or circumstance, no striptease- he just pulled his shirt over his head, shucked his jeans to the floor and stepped out of them, and his shoes, simultaneously. We stood there looking at each other for a brief moment while I studied his nakedness- no hint of hair anywhere on his body. Pubes were gone, completely hairless balls, and indeed he could pass for a twelve- or-thirteen year-old if not for the size of his dick, which I estimated at about seven inches. After our brief stare-down, he stretched out naked on the bed while I removed my jacket and discreetly palmed the small syringe that was located in my breast pocket. I flung the jacket onto the floor and advanced toward my young stud. He sat up on his elbows, which perfectly accentuated his growing abdominal muscles. Sitting on the bed, I leaned in as if I wanted to give him a kiss, and when he closed his eyes I stabbed him with the needle, pushing the plunger down and forcing the sedative into his bloodstream with one able stroke. He was knocked out almost instantly, and I walked to the closet, pulled out my black bag of goodies, and went to work tying his wrists to the headboard. The beauty of having a corner room was that there was no one on the other side to hear anything. I had scoped out the rest of the motel prior to my drive, and the closest occupied room to mine was eleven doors away. Too far for anyone to hear any muffled screams from this boy toy as I used him for my pleasure. I handcuffed my new slut to the bedposts, and then tightly wound a length of rope around his wrists, doubly securing him to the bed and making sure he would be unable to move his hands once he awoke. I took a ball-gag from my bag and shoved it into his mouth, securing it behind his head with the strap and then securing everything into place with a few wraparounds of that good-ol' household duct tape. His eyes fluttered, and I smiled at the fun that was about to ensue. I pulled out the desk chair, content to sit and watch his naked form, chest slowly rising up and down, the way his head lolled to one side, how his dick was nestled against his ball-sack and leg. Twenty minutes passed before he started to awaken, and as his eyes opened I stripped out of my clothes. Every few seconds, his head would loll to the side and he would close his eyes, only to open them again in a panic as he began to realize the position he was in. Unable to move his arms, he flailed his young, lithe body in an attempt to free himself, his nostrils flailing from the exertion. "Now, now," I said with a smile. "You said I could do anything I wanted to you, as long as I don't leave any lasting scars. You won't need to worry about scarring, because by the time they find your body, it won't matter anyway." It took a few seconds for what I said to register in his brain, and when it did his eyes went wide and he tried to scream, but the ball-gag and tape prevented the sound from escaping. I picked up the knife from the side table and traced it along his jawline, the razor-sharp edge digging into his skin and leaving a thin trail of blood. He tried to scream again, but to no avail. "The first time I ever had sex was with some random slut I picked up on the street. He fucked me bareback, and when he filled my ass with cum he said he was also giving me HIV. In essence, he signed my death certificate in that instant. When I went home, it was all I could think about, and every aspect of it turned me on more than I dared admit at the time. That's when I discovered the intensity of an orgasm brought on when thinking about death," I explained and waved the bloody knife around. "That erotic taboo was only intensified one day when I accidentally killed my boyfriend during an intense round of fucking. He had begged me to strangle him, make him pass out from lack of oxygen. I wasn't sure when to stop after he passed out, and I ended up killing him. That's what started all of this. You're going to be my next victim, because I love the thrill of fucking a hot boy, shooting my poz seed into him and using him mercilessly before I drain the life out of him." By now he was crying, begging me with his eyes not to do this. It was already too late for me to change my mind, because by then the evil, angry monster inside me was begging for release to savagely use this toy for all his young life was worth. "I'm going to rape you," I said as I spit on my dick and shoved my way between his legs, his smooth nut- sack dangling down almost in contact with the bedspread. After lifting his legs up, I poked and prodded with my dick until I found his hole, at which point I shoved my entire seven-inch thick man-dick deep inside him until his fuck-shaft was tightly gripping my veined cock, my balls pressed tight against his smooth ass. I didn't give him a chance to get used to the invasion as I pulled almost all the way out before slamming home again, impaling him with my dick once more. I kept going, all the while he was screaming into the gag and thrashing his body in a feeble attempt to ward me off. His struggling just caused his ass to tear, and I felt warm blood oozing out and around my dick, so that I was using his own blood as my lube to keep up the intense fuck. Soon my balls began to boil, and as much as I wanted to use this stud all night long, the monster raging within me needed to be fed. As I pounded my dick as hard and fast as possible inside of him, I wrapped my hands around his neck and started to squeeze, effectively cutting off his air supply. He struggled even more, and the longer he went without life-giving oxygen, the harder I pounded his bloodied hole. His eyes started to lose focus, and his struggling slowed as the darkness began to overcome him. This was the best moment in the world: Those final seconds, as life slowly but surely leaves the body. This is what I lived for, those few final moments as his life force left him. I emptied my balls deep inside his guts as he finally succumbed to Death's eager, waiting hand. After it was over, I kept my dick inside of him, sticky with blood and my poz seed sloshing around. I took the ball gag from his mouth and leaned down to kiss him, my tongue darting in and out of his still- hot mouth. I could taste his sweet saliva, and as I started to move my hips again, my dick still rock- hard, I started to fuck his dead body again. Only this time, when I shot my load, it would mingle inside of his hot dead ass, my first load of cum already dying right along with him. I eventually fell asleep, my head resting on the dead boy's abdomen. Hell, I had never even asked his name, which was something I usually did. Weird, I guess, but I wanted to know the name of every boy I stole the life from. Oh well, this one would just be a nameless face in the crowd of dead bodies I had fucked. It was two days before his body was discovered. I saw it on the news, the airways full of the horrific death of a runaway, whose name, I learned, was Brandon Gladfelter, age fourteen, from Michigan. Knowing his true age made the memories even hotter, and my jackoff sessions were rich with the images of his amazing body as it spasmed beneath me, in the throes of death as his ass clenched tight around my dick. It would be quite some time before the monster inside of me reared its ugly head, but when the time came I would be ready to steal the life from another victim. The End Written February 12 2012 Submitted April 11, 2012 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 73