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The
Motel
Dan enters the
skyscraper and looks around: the entrance is luxurious and very bright. He
informs the receptionist that Mr. Blacks is waiting for him on the
forty-second floor. The girl at the desk
makes a call and conveys the information. Shortly thereafter a man appears.
He looks at Dan and then accompanies him to the elevator. The man inserts the
key that allows the elevator to rise to the forty-second floor. The man does not
speak, and Dan remains silent. When they reach the
forty-second floor, two men are waiting for them. One is a tall, powerfully
built man with close-cropped blond hair. He bears a knife scar acros his right cheek. The other man is dark-haired with
a broad chest and stocky build. They frisk Dan for weapons. Patting down Dan’
ass, the hands of the blond stud linger unnecessarily on Dan’s powerful glute
muscles. The dark, stocky man seems to take an interest in Dan’s cock and
balls. But Dan says nothing and lets them feel him up. When they are sure he
is unarmed, the two thugs show him into a large room. Here yet another man
seated behind a desk invites him to sit in a leather armchair. Dan does so
and looks through the large window at the view of the city. An office like this
must cost quite a lot, but Mr. Blacks is very rich. He deals in drugs. Though
the nature of his business is widely known, neither the police nor the FBI
have ever managed to nail him. After a few minutes
Dan hears a signal, and the man at the desk tells Dan that he can go into the
next room. Dan strolls over to the door and enters a room that is larger than
the one he just left, and just as bright. A man in his forties, perhaps in
his fifties, sits at a desk. It is Mr. Blacks. Brian Blacks looks
at Dan and nods. “Sit down,
Richards.” As Dan sits down,
Blacks tells him, “I know you’re one of the best killers available. I’m told
you are a real son of a bitch and don’t step back from anything, no matter
how tough or how unorthodox. I need a son of a bitch. Dan smiles at
Blacks. “Yeah, I'm a real
son of a bitch, alright.” “That’s what I
wanted to hear.” Blacks gazes at Dan
for another moment, then resumes. “I want you to kill a man. He’s very rich,
richer than you can imagine, and very powerful. But in ten days he will leave
on a roadtrip and drive across Wyoming. Even though
he’s rich, he will spend his nights in a series of cheap, fourth-class
motels.” Blacks smiles. “That man is a pig.
He actually likes sleazy motels, dirty rooms, and beds with soiled sheets.
The squalor makes his cock hard -- that’s how much of a pig he is. I will
give you the list of the motels where he’ll be and dates when he will stay in
each one. I want you to choose one of these nights, whichever night you want,
and make it the night when this man dies in his crummy motel room.” Dan nods and waits
for Blacks to continue. He needs to know more before deciding whether to
accept the assignment. “Richards, this man
is dangerous, very dangerous. He’s always armed, and he knows how to use a gun
and a knife. You can be damned sure of that. Also, I’m not hiring you to kill
him the way you want to. You’ll have to kill him the way I want --
exactly as I want. That's why I need a real son of a bitch.” Dan prefers to kill
his own way. He likes to choose the weapon and the manner in which the target
dies. But if Mr. Blacks pays well, it won’t be a problem. Dan can kill a man
in any way imaginable. “Richards, I want
you to fuck this man before he dies. I want one of the last things he ever
feels to be his ass getting raped to hell.” Dan’s eyes widen
slightly as he begins to get a fuller picture of the job. “As you can
imagine, this guy won’t just roll over and take cock. You’ll have to soften
him up, beat him, kick him, knee his balls, whatever it takes, until he stops
fighting you. Then I want you to rape the bastard. I believe you can handle
that part of the assignment. I’m told me you have a big cock and know how to
use it. The word is, you’re a total stud.” Dan is surprised.
How does Blacks know the size of his cock? And that he enjoys putting it into
the men he kills? But a rich and powerful man like him can find out anything
he wants to know. Blacks continues,
growing increasingly enthusiastic about his description of the job. “After
fucking him, you have to humiliate him. Get totally raunchy on him. Force him
to drink your piss and lick your cock clean. That kind of thing.” Dan nods and smiles
slightly. Blacks will have to pay him very well for a custom kill with these
kinds of extras. “And before you
kill him, I want you to crush his balls. Make him a fucking eunuch. I know
this bastard. He won’t surrender completely until he loses his manhood. After
that, I guarantee he’ll be pretty much harmless. Once he’s been subdued and
has lost his nuts, I want you to strangle him to death with your bare hands.” Dan nods again.
Finally Blacks has gotten around to telling him how he wants the target
offed. Without even realizing that he is doing it, Dan clenches his huge,
strong hands, as if already practicing for the job. Excitement creeps
into Blacks’ voice. “You will cut off his cock and balls and put them into
his mouth. You will cut off his head and put it between his legs. I want his
body to be found like that.” Blacks pauses to
let these particulars sink in. Dan does not appear to be the least bit taken
aback by the details, which is a good sign. “Do you have any questions?”
Blacks concludes. “And even more important, do you have the balls to do this
job?” Dan looks Blacks in
the eye. “Yes, everything is
clear. Sure, I can do it, if it's worth it to me. It depends on how much
you’re willing to pay, Mr. Blacks.” Blacks smiles and
picks up a large travel bag. He puts it on the desk and pushes it towards
Dan. Dan opens the bag
and gazes upon countless bundles of hundred-dollar bills. “Fuck!” As one of the best
practitioners in his field, Dan commands a high price for his services, but
this is more money than he has ever seen in one place. “Richards, listen
to me. You can accept this job, or you can refuse it. But you have to decide
now. And if you say yes and leave here with that money, there's no backing
out. Do you understand me? Do not think for one second that you can pull some
crap on me, like taking the money and making off with it, contract
unfulfilled. I promise you my men will find you anywhere you might run to,
and before you die you will have time to curse your mother for putting you
into the world. You know what I say is true, don’t you?” Dan nods. “I would
be a fool to doubt it, Mr. Blacks.” “So are we clear
here, Richards?” Dan nods. He looks
at the contents of the bag. “All right. I
accept.” Blacks smiles. He
gives Dan the list of the motels with the corresponding dates. “Who is the target,
Mr. Blacks?” Blacks produces a
picture. “This man.” Dan looks at the
photograph. It's a picture of Brian Blacks. Dan looks at
Blacks, slowly comprehending, and nods at his employer. * It is after two
o’clock in the morning. Brian lies on the bed, staring into the dark. His
smelly sheets are soaked with sweat. It is one of the hottest nights of one
of the beastliest summers on record for Wyoming. Three days ago he had
checked into the cheap motel, the third such stopover on his Wyoming road
trip. Like just about everything else in the room, the air conditioner is
broken. Since he began his trip, he has slept very little. His cock is always
hard. The waiting is unnerving, and yet it excites him. Brian gets up and
turns on the light, a bare bulb glowing from a ceiling fixture. He strokes
his cock and smiles as he surveys the room. The motel was an excellent find.
Like many roadside dumps in the rural West, its rooms are curiously large
while also unabashedly squalid. In the bathroom he turns the tap and steps
onto the moldy tiles of the shower. He shakes his head in dismay as he feels needlessy hot water strike his naked body. If there were
one amenity a flophouse like this could sacrifice, especially in the heat of
summer, it would be steamy shower water. But no, guests get a hot shower
along with dirty sheets, a sagging mattress rank with fuck stains, and a
leaky toilet. The oppressive summer temperature is made worse by the
wildfires currently consuming the countryside. Brian realizes that during the
night one of the fires has crept closer to the motel. Through the open
bathroom window he smells smoke. He glances out and notices an orange glow
illuminating the horizon, but it is not the sun. Except for his car, the
parking lot is empty. Everyone but Brian has moved farther down the highway,
ahead of the advancing flames. Brian finishes his
shower and tries to dry himself with a threadbare towel. Stepping out of the
bathroom naked, he starts as he sees Dan. The hitman stands confidently
before him, holding a knife. If Dan is good at his job, Brian is staring at
the very knife that will castrate him. Brian's cock stiffens even more. “Shit!” The gun is in the
drawer of the bedside table. Brian can’t reach it. He knows his
chances of survival are slim. This could be it for him. But if so, he’ll have
some fun first. He looks at the killer standing before him, allowing his
momentarily instinctual panic to dissove into
admiration. The killer had removed his shirt before entering the room. The
stud is magnificent -- tall, strong as a bull, beautifully muscled – just the
kind of man Brian likes. Dan’s beefy arms are just as hairy as most of the
bull’s stout chest and hard belly. Brian knows that he has hired the right
man. Dan grins. The
bulge in his pants leaves no doubt about the size and stiffness of his cock.
This is a man who gets off on killing. Brian drops the
towel and backs up. He stands naked and vulnerable against the wall. Dan
slowly advances, a grin on his lips. He's sure of his business, but he's on
his guard. He knows Brian will enjoy the scene more by resisting and trying
to kill the man he hired. And if Brian succeeds, he’s plenty rich enough to
hire some other guy for a kinky snuff job. Maybe Dan isn’t the first hitman
Brian has hired. He will have to be careful. Dan lurches toward
his target with the knife turned upward, trying for a decisive upper cut into
Brian’s gut. Putting a blade up under the lowest rib is always a good hit. It
will take him down without killing him instantly, which will give Dan time to
work him over and rape him before he strangles the target, in accordance with
his contract. Brian snaps out of
his deceptively submissive stance and blocks Dan’s knife with his left hand.
He surprises the killer with an unexpectedly strong punch to the stomach,
then knees Dan’s balls. Dan groans and doubles over. His eyes go wide, and he
curses as he loses his grip on the knife, letting it fall to the floor. Brian
kicks the weapon out of reach. Dan recovers enough to push Brian back against
the wall, holding him firm with a full body press. With his left hand he
blocks Brian’s right wrist, but Brian likewise grips Dan’s other hand. Their
chests and cocks are pressed together. Dan pulls back slightly and head-butts
Brian's chest. The blow knocks the
breath from Brian, but he isn’t fazed. When the hired killer moves back,
Brian tries to kick him while still gripping Dan’s wrist, but Dan dodges the
leg and butts Brian a second and third time. The body blows begin to take
their toll. Brian’s defensive grip starts to slip from Dan’s arm. The killer
knees Brian’s balls and elicits a scream of pain from his target. Brian’s
sight blurs from the intense ball pain. He knows he has to react. If he
doesn’t beat Dan back right now, the hitman will surely earn his salary. Before Brian
manages to move, Dan brings his knee back into Brian's balls with even
greater force. A strangled cry escapes Brian’s throat. The pain is as if his
balls are in a vise. Dan manages to wrest his left hand free from Brian’s
grip. Now he has a fist he can use. The hitman curls
his left hand and starts a series of heavy body blows to Brian’s chest and
belly. Dan was a boxer, and he knows how to use his left just as well as his
right. He brings his skills to bear on the job at hand and dishes out one,
two, three, four forceful slugs. Brian’s breathing is labored. His hand is
still tight around the right wrist of his opponent, but the grip is
weakening. He takes a brain-sloshing punch in the face, then a second and a
third. Blood streams from his ruined nose and busted mouth and runs down over
his chin and onto his bare chest. He swallows some teeth before he can spit
them out. Brian’s knees weaken. His arms fall inert. He feels his legs give
way. Dan punches his
employer’s belly twice, then he lets Brian slide to the floor. The smell of
shit fills the room. The fucker has lost control of his sphincter. The
defeated fighter sits in a mess of his own shit with his back against the
wall and his legs splayed out before him. The pain is terrible, and he
breathes with difficulty. Brian looks at the competent killer he hired. Dan
gasps for breath but smiles. He knows he has won, and Brian knows there's
little more he can do to save himself. This is good. This is what he really
wanted. Dan strips naked. Brian
checks out his killer, confirming the information he had gathered on the
man’s endowment. Dan is a total stud. He towers over Brian with a huge,
stiff, horny cock and big, hairy, low-hanging bull-nuts. Yes, he's the right
man. This is the man Brian wants for his deathrape.
As if Dan is reading Brian’s mind, the hitman’s cock lifts up even more,
almost flush with his hairy, ribbed abs. The meaty shaft is huge and hard,
and it sports a drop of precum on the piss slit. Brian may be on his
ass, but the fight is still not out of him.
He grabs one of Dan’s legs, pulling him off balance. Dan manages to
keep from falling and responds to the trick move by viciously kneeing Brian
in the face. The pain blinds Brian, and more blood runs from his nose. Dan
curls the toes of his right foot and kickboxes
Brian’s belly with two hard hits. Brian can only utter a dull sound, almost
but not quite a grunt. He grips his bruised gut and wheezes for breath. Dan
next unleashes his kickboxing fury on Brian’s balls. The target wants to
scream in pain, but his throat won’t open enough for him to cry out. As his
stones are relentlessly battered, the defeated fighter has the feeling that
the room is spinning. For good measure, Dan raises his foot and kicks higher,
smashing his lethal foot into Brian’s face. He stops with one kick to the
head, though. He wants Brian conscious for what’s coming next. Brian moans
and lifts both hands to his smashed face. Blood oozes between his fingers. Dan puts a hand on
the back of Brian’s neck and pulls him away from the wall. The hired rapist
shoves Brian forward onto the floor so that he lies on his face and belly. He
presses the shitty ass down with his bare foot, assuming the victory stance
of a gladiator who just won a match in the arena. Brian cannot react.
Vortices of pain rise from his balls, from his belly, from his smashed nose
and mouth. Brian is breathing hard, but he's lucid. Dan is going to fuck him,
and then he will kill him. The time has come. Brian feels his cock engorge
and stiffen as he presses it between his ravaged belly and the gritty floor
beneath him. He is getting his money’s worth. Dan leans forward,
his hands on his knees, and pauses to regain his breath. Though Brian had
warned him, the hitman still hadn’t expected his employer to defend himself
with such force. After all, Brian supposedly wants to die. But no matter. He
had proven himself to be a real son of a bitch, just like Brian wanted. After regaining his
energy, Dan inspects his target’s ass and mutters in disgust when he sees
that it is full of shit. He doesn’t like shit fucks, but he hasn’t deviated
from the terms of his contract so far, and he decides not to start now. He’ll
follow instructions and pack the fudge. Dan puts his hands on Brian’s ass and
spreads the muscular buttocks, then he pushes his cock until it presses
against the asshole. Dan shoves hard and enters. Brian gasps and grunts as
his rectum is spread. It’s as if he’s being impaled by a huge steel rod. “Enjoy your last
fuck, you son of a bitch.” Dan rams his target
with savage force. Brian moans. Dan fucks the bastard druglord
for a long time, never giving him any respite. Brian grunts uncontrollably
with each of his rapist’s thrusts. The pain is intense, but so is the
pleasure. Dan is the best stud Brian has ever found. After a prolonged and
steady fuck, Dan feels the cum roil in his loins and surge through his cock.
His manly prong explodes in pleasure and seeds Brian’s doomed ass. Dan pulls slowly
out of the raped ass. As the big cockhead emerges from the anal ring, it pops
from suction, like a cork being pulled from a bottle. Brian moans with a
combination of misery and involuntary excitement. Dan gets up. His cock and
the balls are covered in shit. “Fuck!” He curses
repugnantly as he looks down at his defiled meat. Dan grabs Brian by
the neck and forces him up on his knees. When Dan sees that Brian’s cock is
hard, he shakes his head in amazement and disgust. “Clean me,
asshole!” Brian shakes his
head, refusing the order. Dan tightens his
grip around Brian’s neck and lifts the fucked bastard up from his knees. He
stands Brian against the wall. Dan grabs Brian’s balls and clasps them in an
iron tight grip. Brian opens his mouth
and looks at Dan, knowing he is about to be emasculated. He grips Dan’s big,
hairy right arm, but it’s more like he’s gripping the railing on a stairway
than attempting to save his nuts. He makes no effort to push the arm away.
Losing his balls is exactly what he paid for. Dan squeezes, enjoying Brian’s
groans of pain and his anguished expression. The moans become a scream as the
right ball yields to the pressure and becomes pulp. The left nut pops soon
afterward. Brian staggers. Dan forces him to get on his knees. “I said to fuckin’
clean me off, you fuckin’ no-balls bastard!” Brian opens his
mouth and silently starts to lick and suck Dan's cock and balls, consuming
his own excrement and the remains of Dan’s dickwad.
The job is made easier by the absence of several of Brian’s teeth, which have
been knocked out of his mouth by Dan’s fist, knee and foot. Dan is surprised
at the good job Brian does. The shit-eating bastard licks the hitman’s
superior meat completely clean. Dan’s huge cock gleams with Brian’s spit.
Brian swallows the last of the cock filth and looks up at his killer. Smiling down at his
subdued target, Dan wonders if he can piss when his cock is still hard. He
concentrates on the task and manages to fulfill another contract requirement
by shooting a stream of rich, hot urine into Brian's mouth. At first the
doomed man gulps it down, but after a moment he chokes and sputters. Piss
runs from his mouth onto his chin and chest, making Dan laugh. Dan wraps his hands
around Brian's neck and begins to tighten them. “One last bit of fun, Mr.
Blacks,” he mocks. “Just like you wanted.” He presses his thumbs against
Brian’s adam’s apple and constricts his iron grip.
Brian gasps at the shooting pain all around his neck. His eyes bug out, and
he fights for air. Instinctively, he lifts his hands and grips his killer’s
forearms, as if to break the death hold. But Brian is too weak to fight any
more and soon lets his hands fall to his sides. His face turns
redder as he looks into Dan’s eyes. He becomes weaker. The ringing in his
ears becomes a low hum. His vision blurs and darkens. The world disappears. Dan lets the corpse
slump to the floor and lays Brian out on his back. He feels something warm
and sticky on his belly and discovers that Brian had shot a load of deathcum as he died. Dan decides the cock spew must be
Brian’s final tribute to “a real son of a bitch.” He finds the knife
some distance away and retrieves it for its intended task. Dan spreads the
dead man’s legs apart, grabs Brian's cock and balls, and cuts them off in one
piece. He shoves Brian’s sex into his wide open mouth. The cock protrudes and
hangs down over Brian’s chin, which is stained with blood, piss and shit. Dan
shakes his head and laughs at the sight. Severing Brian’s head takes longer
and is not easy using only a knife, but Dan manages to butcher it off. He lifts
the severed head and lays it between the dead man’s legs, against the
castration wound. Dan smiles with
satisfaction. He has completed another job, and this one has been especially
lucrative. A noise behind him
prompts Dan to turn around. Two men stand in front of him, each with a gun
drawn. “Aw fuck!” So he
wasn’t the only one under contract to Blacks. “Shit!” The tall blond man
with a scar on his cheek is the first to fire. Dan feels the bullet enter his
belly even before he hears the shot. The slug rips through his body, entering
just under the navel. He clutches his gut and growls with pain. The stocky
dark-haired man shoots almost immediately afterward. The hot slug also tears
into Dan’s guts, this time entering the upper part of his belly. He flinches,
gasps and staggers from the pain. “Fuck!” The first shooter
grins and fires again, enjoying his work. They’re giving him the most painful
of gun deaths – all belly shots. The third bullet enters immediately adjacent
to Dan’s still slick cock. When the dark-haired
thug takes his turn pulling the trigger, he aims for the liver. Dan shouts in
pain and as he’s hit with a fourth bullet, and this time he cannot stay on
his feet. He drops and writhes on the floor, clutching his bleeding wounds
while the two men undress. They both have hard cocks. “I’m gonna enjoy this one,” the scarfaced
blond guy tells his partner, observing Dan’s naked body. “This guy’s really
built. And look at that hot ass! You mind if I take his butt, man?” Aware of what’s
coming, Dan looks hatefully at the beheaded corpse of his deceased employer.
Brian’s employees drag Dan to the bed and lay him out chest-up on the
mattress. “Sure, have at it,”
the stocky stud answers. “I’m gonna fuck his
throat.” The designated ass rapist grabs Dan's legs. He pulls them over his
shoulders and looks at Dan's muscular ass, laughing excitedly at the imminent
fuck. He bum-fucks Dan with a sharp balls-deep insertion on the first thrust,
then jackhammers Dan’s briefly resistant rectum to loosen him up. “Take it, stud!” he
orders Dan. Dan groans and
curses from the pain and humiliation, but he quickly finds himself yielding
his ass to the rapist’s cock. He can only lie there and get fucked as he
clutches his gunshot wounds. His massively muscled body jerks from the
forceful thrusts of the man using him, and his big, half-hard cock flops
helplessly across his shot-up belly as he is rammed. Losing blood, the former
hitman feels weaker by the minute. Slowing his fuck
rhythm, the scarfaced rapist continues to thrust
his cock into Dan's ass, drawing out the pleasurable fuck as long as he can
and emitting guttural animal sounds. The big cock slides relentlessly in and
out of its beefy target. The other naked man likewise climbs up onto the bed.
He straddles Dan’s chest, pulls Dan’s head up, and forces his dick into Dan's
mouth. Then he leans forward on all fours to get the proper angle, driving
his horny cock deep into Dan’s gullet. “Aw fuck, he’s
hot,” the man exclaims, converting Dan into a cocksucker in the final moments
of his life. “His ass ain’t bad either, man,” his buddy agrees, ramming the
beefy piece of fuckmeat. They both go on
fucking Dan, one in his ass and one in his mouth, until they cannot hold back
any longer. As if by some cosmic alignment, the two partners grunt at the
same time and yell “Fuck, I’m so close. I’ve gotta
cum!” The ass-rapist ass
takes his gun and presses the muzzle against his Dan’s chest. “I want you to die
on my dick, asshole,” he tells Dan just before he shoots his gun and his cockload. Dan’s cock rises to full erection as the stud
prepares to greet death. The ass-fucker
pushes harder, until a red-hot fire fills his cock. He ejaculates repeatedly,
shooting his semen deep into Dan’s chute. Dan feels the man's seed filling
his gut. A second later he feels the warm cockwad
of the second man being pumped down his throat. He is too weak to bite the
thick cock, which is what his naturally combative nature would have him do.
The former alpha has no choice but to swallow another man’s seed as his last
meal. The gunman squeezes the trigger and sends a death round into Dan’s
shapely chest. The shot rips Dan’s heart open. The pain expands, and the
pleasure explodes. Dan cums massively as the world
disappears into a black hole. The rapists finish their fucks in dead meat. The two men pull
their cocks from the fresh corpse and clean themselves by wiping the goo off
of their dicks onto Dan’s pec fur. They pick up the ratty motel towel that
Brian had dropped and use it to wipe away Dan’s deathcum,
which had spewed all over them as he was terminated – the stud’s farewell
gift to his killers. Looking around the shabby motel room and at Brian’s
raped and mutilated corpse, one of the shooters shakes his head and remarks,
“Damn, that crazy bastard could have afforded the Ritz, but he stays in
shitholes like this.” Their cocks sated, their guns cooling, and their
offshore bank accounts handsomely filled, the men get dressed and prepare to
leave. Smoke pours into
the room when they open the door. Without even glancing back at the two naked
bodies in the room, they run to their car and manage to drive away just
before the wildfire jumps the highway. Burning cinders rain down on the roof,
setting the structure ablaze even before the full force of the inferno begins
to lick its walls. The hellfire
incinerates the motel and everything in it.
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