A story from a guest author I found in my archives. I just touched up the grammar and sentence structure a bit to help it flow better.
It was a sunny afternoon when I met Gerry. There were no cars in the parking spaces, only 2 mopeds, which I must confess is unusual. But hey, life is unusual. This was the countryside, and also woods, which were often extremely quiet. Just the place to play fantasy games in particular, considering I enjoy them.
The normal game involved being stripped naked, restrained and punished. So very quickly after I greeted him, Gerry, feeling excited with anticipation, told me to put my hands behind my back. There upon, he handcuffed me and told me to walk in front of him. The playtime had commenced.
We walked like that for a while until he told me to stop. Without much warning, he took hold of my shorts and ripped them up the side seams to the waistband. Then he continued to rip the material round the front and back until all that was left was the waistband itself, where upon he threw the material into the vegetation growing at the side of the path.
Whilst this turned me on so much, it was unusual because Gerry knew that I didn’t have spare clothes with me. ‘Oh well.’ I thought, excited to the core of my body.
So now, in my vest and boxer-briefs, Gerry told me to start walking again.
A little further along the path, we confronted two young boys, maybe late teens with crash helmets. So we had discovered who owned the mopeds. Clearly they had been up to no good.
Seeing me dressed like that, they asked Gerry what was going on, to which Gerry answered their question with a description of what he was planning in terms of sexual playtime by exploring his fantasies. So they asked if they could watch. Gerry agreed, so now there were four of us.
We turned off the path into the thick woods where no one would venture. After a short time, Gerry stopped me and told one of the boys to fix shackles around my ankles, which this boy agreed to do without hesitation. Gerry also told them to gag me so I could not speak. By now I was starting to wonder what he had in mind.
Further into the woods we went. But after a time, he told me to stop, at which point he produced from his backpack a gun and pointed it at both the boys. He told them to take their shorts off and put the handcuffs and shackles on their legs.
Gerry then gagged them one at a time, ignoring their protests and frightened looks until they, too, couldn’t talk and could not run either. This made three of us all the same: restrained, gagged and partially dressed.
I was wearing my normal Jockey Y-fronts. Both boys were wearing boxer-briefs. This now appeared to be out of script to the normal play time. But I and the boys couldn’t do anything about it.
“Walk on” said Gerry.
After a short period of time, we came into a clearing with a tree in the centre. It was quiet, apart from the sound of birds singing and normal forest sounds. But hanging from the tree was a hangman’s rope with a wooden box underneath about three tall, which Gerry had already prepared.
I became really scared. So did the boys. But Gerry made quite sure we couldn’t run and couldn’t talk or protest.
“Right then. Steve and you boys? After careful consideration, I have decided to execute you all. It’s a real shame, boys, that you bumped into us. Because once you had, and news got out that a body had been found hanged, you would have put two and two together and would have become witnesses. And I can’t have that. Sorry.”
“As for you Steve, I have always had a fantasy about hanging someone. And I sort of figured you wouldn’t mind, since you like to play games.”
“So, here’s what is going to happen. I am going to strip you, and then shave your entire body one at a time until you look like the day you were born. Then I plan to suck you off as much as you can cum and then finish the job”. Two of you will have the privilege of watching and enjoy the view until it becomes your time”.
Gerry was a big man, and a powerful man. He grabbed the first boy and pulled him over to the rope. All the time, the boy struggled, but in vain. Very shortly, Gerry had placed the rope around his neck and had hoisted him against his will onto the wooden box.
There upon, he ripped his t-shirt off his body. Then he took hold of his boxer-briefs and pulled at the material until it gave way, allowing the continuation of removing his underwear.
Now naked, Gerry produced a shave and commenced with his hair on his head, slowly working his way down to his waist. He then started at the ankles and shaved up his legs to his groin. Head, chest, back and behind his legs were all smooth.
Then he started to shave his bottom. Once finished, he moved round to the front and started to shave all his pubic hair.
After a couple of minutes, the boy was hairless. But he was also aroused and had developed a firm erection. Gerry took in his mouth and sucked him until he was dry.
“Don’t worry, boy,” said Gerry. “You will have another erection as you swing. And I will be able to suck you off one last time.
At that point, Gerry kicked the box away. The boy fell, but the rope held. Thrashing his legs and the rope biting into his neck, you could see the desperate attempt to breath. His face was getting more and more red.
Then, as Gerry had said, the boy in his death throws developed an erection. But this time, you could see it was thicker and firmer than before. And as before, Gerry took his cock in his mouth and sucked him off, taking his last juices of life in the most powerful orgasm this boy had ever had. His cum spurted and spurted – you could tell. Gerry just took it all.
In the meantime, the other boy, seeing his friend dying, tried to run. But he tripped and fell over because he couldn’t run.
It took two or three minutes for the boy to stop moving. Even I could tell with my limited medical knowledge that he had died. At that point, Gerry released him from the rope and threw him to one side.
Now it was the turn of the second boy. And as before, Gerry grabbed and dragged him over to the rope. All the time, the boy struggled, but in vain. Very shortly, Gerry had placed the rope around his neck and had hoisted him against his will onto the wooden box.
Again, Gerry ripped his t-shirt off his body. Then he took hold of his boxer-briefs and pulled at the material until it gave way, allowing the continuation of removing his underwear.
Now naked, Gerry produced a shave and commenced with his hair on his head, slowly working his way down to his waist. He then started at the ankles and shaved up his legs to his groin. Head, chest, back and behind his legs were all smooth.
Then he started to shave his bottom. Once finished, he moved round to the front and started to shave all his pubic hair. After a couple of minutes, the boy was hairless, but also aroused. He had developed a firm erection which Gerry took in his mouth and sucked him until he was dry.
As before, Gerry kicked the box away. The boy fell, but the rope held. Thrashing his legs and the rope biting into his neck, you could see the desperate attempt to breath, his face getting more and more red.
And then, as Gerry had said, the boy in his death throws developed an erection. But this time, you could see it was thicker and firmer than before. And as before, Gerry took his cock in his mouth and sucked him off, taking his last juices of life in the most powerful orgasm this boy had ever had. His cum spurted and spurted – you could tell. Gerry just took it all.
All I could do was witness the death of two boys, with the second in his last few minutes of life. Slowly but surely, his body became still.
Once Gerry was content that life had been extinguished, he released him from the rope and threw him down to lie next to his friend.
Now came my turn. I was resigned to my fate. But all the same, I attempted to resist him. But as before, he dragged me to the rope, placed it around my neck and hoisted me up onto the wooden box.
As before, he tore off my vest and then ripped all the Jockey Y-Fronts from my body. Once naked, he commenced with shaving off every hair on my body.
So, very shortly, I was naked and hairless, and awaiting execution. But I was also aroused. And like before, Gerry took my cock in his mouth.
I could not prevent my ejaculation. I felt it spurt until it actually gushed into his mouth for the last time.
But this time was different from the boys. They had come to the woods for sex. I had come to play sexual fantasy games, and as such, I still aroused. My erection refused to go.
Gerry could see this, and he took me again in his mouth. But because I had cum not long ago, he had to suck and suck and suck until I thrust my juices into his throat with what was the most sensational orgasm I had ever had.
“Well that was fun,” said Gerry. Then he released my neck from the rope, and undid the gag. “How was that for you? I enjoyed the whole thing so much. It made quite a change from the normal playtime; didn’t it?”
“But Gerry, you murdered those boys!”
“Yep; that’s right. And I enjoyed the whole sensation. I’m sure you enjoyed watching as well, while wondering if I was going to hang you too. Come on, it must have given you the sexual fantasy of your life; didn’t it?”
I could not argue otherwise. The whole episode had been one long sexual encounter. It was a reality/fantasy that we could not have imagined.
“Gerry, yep, I agree. But I have a few requests on the way back to the car. One, I wish to remain handcuffed and shackled. Two, I want you to gag me again, tie me up and use the rope to whip me until I bleed and beg you to stop. Then I want for you to have me up the arse for however many times you want and finally be forced to march back to the car like this.”
“OK Steve, I agree. But let’s bury these boys first.”
So, Gerry buried them under a lovely tree, knowing full well that they would never be discovered, whilst I watched. Then Gerry turned to me, took off his clothes and took me from behind. Then he continued to do all that I had asked.
What a day to remember.
Written By Gerry Robins