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Gangsters I
It could be today... tonight. A killer is coming to
murder you. Why? I'm
the boss of a gangster organization, I have many enemies Ok. You live in a large villa, four bodyguards and
three dogs in the garden. Is it OK? Works
for me. It's night. You are still awake, but soon you are
going to sleep. Perhaps you'll take your shower, as you often do. I move
silently. I have a rifle with a silencer and a pistol, with the silencer,
too. I get in
the shower, the guards walking the grounds and one inside. We are three men, but only one of us, me, will enter
the villa to kill you. We climb the wall. The dogs smell us und come quickly.
We fire and we hit them. Two of them die and the third is wounded. He howls. Two
guards close by run towards the howling. Big
men with guns. We are waiting for them. We fire and they fall. I go
down in the garden, looking for the third guard. Your
teammates make sure the two guards are dead, as you check the garden, you
find the third guard smoking a cigarette. I could kill him with the pistol, but I like killing
with my knife, too. I slowly approach, I suddenly put a hand in front of his
mouth and I cut his throat open. I like the gurgling, the blood running, and
the last spasms of the dying body. I am hard, now. He
struggles in your grip gurgling and shacking as he dies in your arms. It's a great feeling. Killing is great. I know it
will be good to kill you. I know you are a real male. I let the corpse drop
and I move slowly. A fourth guard is in the villa. The wounded dog is going
on howling. I like it. You
make your way inside; you can hear the last guard talking on a comlink trying to get someone to answer him. I slowly approach. He is a strong stud, tall and
muscular. When I am behind him, he feels that someone is coming and he turns.
I stab him in the belly. One, two, three times. The pleasure is strong, my
cock very hard, precum oozing. He
drops his gun as he grabs his bleeding gut. "Fuck!" He tries to
grab your hand. I smile and I stab him once more. Ha falls on me. I
like to see his face distorted in pain, the blood running. I stab him once
more and I let him drop. He
hits the ground with a thud moaning and holding his gut, blood in his beard,
his cock hard in his pants. I would willingly fuck him while he is dying, but I
have to kill you know. I slowly move upstairs. I can hear the water running
in the shower. I am in front of the door of the bathroom. You are
still under the shower. "Your last shower", I think. You
can hear me washing myself listening to some music. I enter. I look at you. A big male, the water
running on your hairy chest, on your belly, on your big cock and balls. My
throat is dry, my cock hard. I have my gun in my hand. You
watch me through the glass as I soap up my chest and crotch, I haven't
noticed you yet. I laugh, I kick the glass door, opening it, and I
say: "Good night, Richards! Ready to die?” I laugh. I jump
with the noise, looking at you with eyes wide, "What the fuck!?" I
back into the shower stream, the soap running off my hairy body. "It's the end, Richards. The end for you and a
great pleasure for me. I'll fill your chest and belly of load and I'll fuck
you before you die. You'll feel a good hard cock into your ass." I laugh
again. "Hey
we can make a deal. I can make a man like you rich.” I shake my head. "Time to die, Richards. No
bargain with me." I get
angry, and charge you. I fire, immediately. One bullet in your chest, right
side, two in your belly. I spin
away from you hitting the wall with a thud, blood running, cock getting hard,
I cough up some blood. "You fucking asshole.” I smile. "This fucking asshole is going to fuck
your asshole. Ready to feel a real man's cock into your ass, Richards? I am
sure you'll enjoy it." I spit
at you, no fucking way" I jump at you again. I kick you violently, hitting your nuts, twice. You
fall on your back, screaming. I fire two more bullets into your big belly. Than I kick your balls once more. Blood
running down the drain, the holes in my belly and chest clearly exposed in my
hairy torso, I moan holding my balls writhing on the floor. "Ready for your last fucking, you stupid
asshole?" I strip slowly, looking at your body writhing. You can see my
hard big cock. I kneel. I grab your feet and I put them on my shoulders. My
dickhead presses against your asshole. I
struggle to get away from your cock, but blood loss weakening me. I push, forcing your asshole. My cock enters your
ass, going deep. It's a great pleasure to feel your flesh around my cock, to
see you in pain, to hear you grunting. Grunting
in pain hands on your hairy chest in a futile attempt to resist, but enjoying
your cock in spite of myself. "It's a pleasure to fuck a real stallion like
you, Richards. And it is a pleasure to see you dying. This is the best
fucking in my life." I go on fucking your ass savagely, your innards
bleeding. I grab your cock and I squeeze it. I moan
as you grab my cock "oh fuck yes" my ass grips your cock. My left hand squeezes your cock, my gun in right
hand, the pleasure increasing. I push the gun against your chest. "You
are going to die, Richards. It's a pity to kill such a bull, but it is a
pleasure, too." I
grunt in pleasure. "To be killed by a hot fucker like you, yes it’s
good.” I moan
my cock swelling in your hand. "You are the best fucker I ever killed,
Richards. And fucking you was great." I push the gun against your chest. "Ready?" “Do
it, I'm going to cum” I moan. I nod. "Me too". I press the trigger. I
look at your eyes widening, at the grimace of pain and pleasure on your face,
while I cum into your ass, a huge amount of load. Eyes
widen as I buck under you, my cock spurting in your hand, my as spasming on your cock milking it as I gasp for my last
breaths. The feeling is overwhelming. I move my ass, enjoying
the last spasms of your asshole around my cock. I look at your eyes, where
life is disappearing; I caress your big chest with my gun. I fire again,
emptying it, just to see your body moving from the impact of the bullets. Jerking
as you pump your last rounds into my big chest, gurgling up some blood and
going limp, your cock the last thing I feel. I smile. My cock leaves your ass. I look at your
corpse. I bend and I take your cock into my mouth. I lick it, I suck it,
savoring the taste of your cum. I clean every drop of it on your belly. Then
I turn you on your belly. Flopping
over arm slapping the wet floor, big hairy back and ass exposed. I begin to lick your asscrack,
then your asshole, tasting my own cum that drips from it. My hands grab your
ass. I am hard again. You are such a prey! Your
best kill yet meat for your pleasure. I turn you again on your back. I look at your huge,
hard cock. I sit on your belly, keeping your cock in my hand, so to impale
myself on it. It is painful: your cock is so big and hard. A true
sign of my manliness a hard cock after death, you look at the face and chest
of the big bear you killed as you slide down on my cock. I move my ass up and down, feeling your cock. The
pleasure is too strong, I cum quickly on your belly. Then I stand. I look at
you. I smile. I move quickly: I have something to do. I severe your head: my
boss will send it to your brother. I piss on it, and then put it in a towel.
I wash myself quickly in the shower, I dress and I leave the villa. II
We can try something different As you
like. No problem for me. But only if you are in the right mood. And if
you have time. I have the time, as for the mood I’m usually in the mood.
just trying to think of a new way for you to gut me and behead me A
father and son scene? The father a big mafia leader, his son wanting to take
his place? Two
mercenaries in Afrika, who want to kill a man, for
the reward? Let’s do the mafia thing Ok.
The father is a strong man, powerful. He always liked weapons and he deals in
weapons. He and his son were very intimate. They
often fought, in a play. They were always hard. Smoking a cigar as I finish sending some of the men
to take care of a couple of thugs in town I was
away for a year, fighting in Afghanistan. You know I killed many men and I
was forced to leave for having killed some prisoners. I sit at my desk as you come in, "how are you
doing Son?" "I
am well, Father. But I had to leave the Army, you know." “Yes, I heard. You have let your desires get the
better of you and payed the price.” I
shrug my shoulders. "They were Muslim bastards, they had killed many of
our men. They deserved death." I stand, smoking. I look out the window. "I
don't disagree on that, but you swore an oath and let your cock make your
decisions for you." I
laugh. "Shit, Daddy! I swore to fight against the enemies of our Land
and I did it." "You swore to follow orders as well, I am pretty
sure executing men without a trial breaks those orders." "Ok,
ok Daddy. Is this such a problem? I was away one year and you just tell me I
broke some fucking orders.” "Hell yes it’s a problem! In this business you
have to maintain control of the men and if they don't know when you’re going
to decide to kill them just to get your cock hard, then you can’t lead the
man.” "Ok,
Dad, ok. You are right. It was a mistake. But you know very well that I like
fighting and killing because you made me like it." "Do
you remember when we used weapons, with blank shots, to fire one against the
other?" "You
fell and died so well!" I laugh. "Yes, our own little game of cops and
robbers." I puff and adjust my pants "Some thought I was letting
you enjoy it too much." "You
enjoyed it too! You were always hard!" I laugh. "Yes, I did" "I
always asked myself, if you..." I laugh and I stop. "Go ahead, out with it." "We
were both hard and I often asked myself if one day the game would end another
way." I take off my jacket shirt tight across my big chest
"What way would that be?" I
laugh. "We have to fight, before ending the game..." "Are you wanting to play son?" "Why
not, Father?" I laugh "I think I would enjoy another game, it
has been a while" "Another
game? What do you mean?" “You want to play again right? I can see your hard,
so let’s do it." "Any game you want." I
approach. I am very near, now. "Any game?" I grab your crotch. I
smile. "You are a bull, Father!" I jump a little at your touch on my cock "A
dangerous game indeed, son." "Do
you think so, father? I suspect you always wanted to play this game." I puff some smoke in your face "Seeing you play
dead with this (I grab your hard cock) always turned me on.” "I
knew it. But you never had the nerve to go on, to fulfil your desires." “It wasn't appropriate when you were underage, we
can go to the playroom now, if you like, you’re a grown killer of men.” I
smile. "Yes, let's go to the playroom. I'll kill you as I did. And
you'll kill me." I laugh. “Go, get it, set up. I will be there in a moment. I
have to take care of something.” "Ok,
dad." I reach the playroom. I check the weapons. I choose a gun and I
take out the blank shots, putting in the real ones. Then I wait. I show up, look you over. I smile.
I look at you. You are such a man, the best male I ever saw. I think you'll
fuck me, then I'll kill you. I take a gun and I throw it to you. I catch it, pull it back to load a round, puff my
gar "Now that you have watched men die, let’s see how your acting has
improved." I aim and fire. Bam! I
grunt, I grab my belly. "Shit!" I stagger, then I fall on my knees.
"Motherfucker! Son of bitch!" I keep my hands on my belly. I smile, rub my crotch. Bam! I fire again. I
stagger and I fall on my back. I look at you while you approach, your gun in
your hands. I think that it could be true. To be killed by you... It's a
strange feeling. I grunt again, breathing like a dying man. I stand over you "Fuck, you’re hot." I
fire two more at you. Bam bam. I
scream in pain. The feeling is great. It's great looking at you, your weapon
in your hands, over me. Fuck! It could be real. I move slowly my head, then I
remain still. I nudge you with my boot, watching you as you play
dead, then I set the gun on your belly and start to undo your pants. I
don't move. I am very hard. I like the feeling of your big, rough paws on my
body. I pull your boots and pants off, roughly watching
you jiggle, you cock hard and sticking up swaying. It is
great, the feeling of being defenseless in your hands. I feel your force,
your manliness, You are the real man, the male. I like being only a toy in
your hands. I spread your legs looking at your cock and balls as
I strip , once naked I get between your legs and lift them on my shoulders. I look
at you between my half-closed lids. I look at your huge cock, at your hairy,
low-hanging balls. It will be painful, but I want it. You are my father. I
came out from this huge cock which is going to rape my ass. I push my cock into your tight hole enjoying it
slowly as I watch to see if you break your acting. I
grunt, a grimace of pain on my face. The pain is strong, but I want it, I
want to feel this huge cock ravaging my ass. I can hardly breathe. I push it all the way in, balls deep, then I start
to slide it in and out thrusting and puffing my gar. I
grunt again, in pain, but my cock is so hard. I want this pain, I want my big
daddy to rape me. I want to feel his huge cock into my ass. I thrust faster and faster sweating and smoking, my
big hairy body wet, I grab your cock as I fuck stroking it. "Shit!
Shit!" I almost scream, the pain and the pleasure so strong I can hardly
breathe. "Dad!" I grunt “Take it, boy, you wanted it.” Pounding into
you. I nod,
completely defeated. I surrender to the winner. The gun I laid on your belly has fallen to the
floor, your own gun is still in your hand, you can hear me moaning as I get
ready to cum, your ass hurting but enjoying my cock inside you. I
slowly move the gun, but the feelings are too strong. I hesitate. “I’m going to fill your ass in a moment, son, breed
you like a bitch in heat.” I laugh. I nod.
I want to feel your hot load into my ass. I want to kill you. I want to be
killed. I move the gun again. I aim at your belly. Moaning in pleasure I lean back slamming into you,
grunting, you feel my cock swell. I
caress the trigger. I smile. The pain in my ass is increasing. "Time to
die..." My eyes widen a little as I look at you through my
cigar smoke, thrusting away. I
shake my head. "You are a bull, dad, but you are an asshole!" I
smile. “You wouldn't fuckin dare!” I
shake my head. "You are going to die, father. I loaded this gun!" “You little shit! I thrust hard feeling my cum
building even as you threaten me.” I
press the trigger. Pain explodes in my gut as I feel my cock explode in
your ass. “Gaaaah” I fire
three bullets in your guts, while you cum into my ass and I cum, too. The
best feeling in my life. Blood and cum spraying our bellies, cum filling your
ass as I cum like never before. I
close my eyes. Then I push you and you fall, your cock leaving my ass.
"You have disappointed me, dad. I thought you were more clever. You are
a real bull." I laugh. "You were a real bull, but a stupid
one." Gasping in pain, holding my bloody belly, cock
covered in cum and ass juice, I stare at you. “Finish it, you, fucker.” I
shake my head. "Not now, dad. You fucked my ass and it was great. But
you won't die without feeling my cock." “Fuuuuck” I moan but I
spread my legs. I push
my gun into your asshole, laughing. Then I take it out and I push it into
your mouth. Grunting in pain I submit to your humiliation, too
weak to protest and actually proud of the fucker you have become. I
stand up. I look at you. I smile. I kick you, turning you on your belly. I
put my hands on your ass and I look at the asshole. I smile. My cock is
stiffening. "Ready to feel your son's cock, dad? It is not like your
bull-cock, but quite big and hard". “Do it you bastard.” I push
my cock deep into your ass and I begin to fuck you. "You called me
bastard. I thought I was your son, dad!" I laugh. I grunt in pain and pleasure as you rip my ass open,
big sweaty hairy back, blood pooling under me. I grab
your balls, squeezing them. I fuck you wildly. I want to hear your grunting. And I do I grunt deep in my chest with each thrust
in my ass. I
would go on forever, but I feel the pleasure increasing and I cum into your
ass. Moaning as you fill my ass. I laugh,
in triumph. Then I leave your ass and I stand up. I kick you again, turning
you on your back. I aim at your heart. "Time to die, dad. You were a
great stallion, but I'll be a better boss.” Coughing, cock still hard, covered in blood and cum.
“You’ll die like me, someday.” I
laugh. "Perhaps, dad!" I fire, one, two, three bullets. I buck and jerk with each bullet, finally relaxing
with a last breath and going lim.p Shooting a final
load. I look
at your corpse, at your huge cock, at your balls. I smile. I grab a long
knife and I severe your head from your body. Proof to the mafia you are now boss. Yes. I
piss on your body and I leave the playroom. Your last play is over. III
What about some kind of assassination? Good.
I like murders. How
would it be? One of us hired to kill the other, or both after the
same target. Maybe some thugs or bodyguards to deal with. It's
OK. A mafia boss wants to kill one of his enemies. It will be a lesson for
those who don't submit. Of
course it will be a bloody murder. Of course, the best lessons are ones of blood. Yes,
blood and humiliation (today I am in a very dark and dirty mood (Ok) Are you the killer or the victim? (You'll die
certainly in both cases). Which would you enjoy more, me as the target or
competing against me? I
would like to be the target. Later my men kill you. If it is OK for you. Works for me. I decide to take the job, first I watch you for a
few days to see when you might be vulnerable. You
have a meeting with your boss. He is furious. Yes, sir, you sent for me? Shit!
Daniel! How much time do you need to kill that son of bitch? Well, if I get killed trying to get past his guards,
that won’t get the job done. Yesterday
his men killed my best man in London. You have to kill him. And not only to
kill him. You want it to hurt. Of
course. Death is not enough. And humiliation: castrate him, rape him, piss on
him, shit on him. Fuck! I want the worst death for him. Do you have the nerve
to do it? Do you have balls? You want it, I can deliver it. He will be dead by
sunrise. OK,
Daniel. It's OK. I wait for the news. Now, you go. I leave headed to my car, my weapons are in the
truck, I drive to your villa, it’s dark and I think I know where your guards
are. I am
preparing to go to sleep. I'll take a shower. I am fully satisfied with my
day. I move in slow and steady using night vision. Two
guards are talking at the door. But there are other ways to enter the villa.
At the first floor I am stripping. I move around the side of the house looking in
windows and doors. I am
naked, now. The shower is large. Hot water, cold water. Now it is perfect. I find one guard outside the glass doors to your bedroom;
I aim and put two slugs in his heart, pffft pffft. He
grunts, his eyes wide open. He dies almost without understanding. He falls on
the floor, dead. I check him, handsome, well built, like all your
guards, I check the door, it’s open, I drag him inside and close the door
behind me. I am
washing under the shower, enjoying the water on my body, a little aroused,
thinking at the men I killed. I smile. I can hear the shower running; I take off the
goggles and peek in the bathroom. I
don't see you, yet. I am still under the shower, the water running on my
body. Then I turn the tap and stop the water. I step inside gun aimed at you and wait for you to
see me. I turn
to go out of the shower. I see you. "Shit! What the fuck..." I
understand. I look for my gun, but it is too far away. “My boss has a message for you, Mr. Black.” I
grunt. “I know who your boss is, that son of bitch. And I know the message,
you, motherfucker. You can deliver it. I am not afraid. I am a man.” And to
show it, I caress my cock, which is stiffening. “Yes, I can see you are a man, and I am sure we will
find out how much of a man you are.” I
frown. “What do you mean? Kill me.” Keeping the gun aimed, “Oh, you will die, but not
quick and not easy.” I pull my knife from my boot and set it on the counter, and
then I take off my shirt. I look
at you, perplexed. "What the fuck...? What do you mean?" I move
towards you. “Whoa there, you stay in the shower.” I step out of
my shoes then unbuckle my belt letting my pants drop. I
stop. I look at your strong body. Such a male! I think it is a good way of
ending, being killed by a man like you. My pants drop to the floor, cock hard big balls
heavy, fur all over. "On your knees" I look
at your cock, amazed. I never saw such a bull. I would like to taste your
cock before dying. But I try to resist. "Why should I?" “It will go easier if you do as I ask” I put a
bullet in one of your knees, pfft. I
grunt. I fall on my knees, pain in my left knee. "Shit!" I grab a towel get it wet in the sink, and then
stand over you. I
don't understand what you are doing. I look at you, waiting. My
eyes on your huge cock. I hand you the wet towel, "I want you to put
this in your mouth and tie it around your head" I look
at you. "I won't scream, man. I am a man, too. And I can face my
death." “Smart,
turn around face the inside of the shower.” I
obey, my knee aching. But I don't say a word. I get down behind you my cock at your ass. I can
feel it. I know I want it, I want to feel my murderer's cock into my ass. I thrust inside hard all the way to my balls. I
grunt. "Shit! You are a real stallion, man!" My cock is hard, too.
I think I have my murderer's cock into my ass and I think it is good. I start fucking, hard thrusts that hurt but please. I
grunt. Pain and pleasure, death is coming, but I enjoy this last fuck, my
virgin ass raped by my killer. I grunt as I fuck your ass nice and tight. I
grunt too. My cock so hard, now. I think I am going to cum, too. I smile. I grab your balls and squeeze. I
grunt, pleasure and pain mixing again. I grunt, "Oh fuck" as I start to fill your
ass. I
grunt too. I enjoy the feeling. My killer cums. Perhaps I'll cum too, soon.
My cock is so hard. I pull out "Ok, bastard, turn around and clean
my cock.” I stand. I
turn. I look at your cock. Shit on it. I hesitate. I would like to taste your
cock, but not my shit. I tap your head with the gun, "DO IT" I
slowly nod, yielding. I know I want it. I lick your cock, cleaning it. I put
my hands on your hips. I take your cock into my mouth and I begin to suck it.
My cock is so hard, now! I moan as you clean and suck on my cock. My
hand caressing your ass, my mouth cleaning and sucking, accepting my complete
defeat. You are the male. After you get it good and clean: "Stand up!" I nod.
Time to die. I felt your cock into my ass and I tasted it. I tasted my shit,
too. Good. Time to die. I stand up, my cock hard. I smile. "Kill me,
male!" I smile grabbing your cock in my hand. I am
going to cum. I smile. I stroke it, my pistol down low. I
grunt, in pleasure, waiting for the bullets. I smile. I feel tha pleasure growing. I am going to cum, for the last
time. I stroke it quickly. The
pleasure explodes. I cum for the last time, my semen going high and falling
on our chests and bellys. I grunt. "Thanks,
man!" "You’re welcome" then I blow your balls
off: pfft pfft. I
manage not to scream. I stagger, pale. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" I fall
on you. I hold you against me as you nearly collapse, and
then I push you to fall back into the shower. I look
at you, waiting for death, my balls are gone. I am not a man anymore. Shit!
"Not this... motherfucker...!" I walk over to where I laid my knife, find your
cigars and light one, and then I come back. I look
at you, my eyes veiled. "Finish me off, man!" "Soon" I lean over you blowing smoke in
your face and stab you in the gut. I
grunt again. "You are the worst son of bitch... your boss chose well.
Oh, fuck!" I twist it, pull it out and stab it in again. I
grunt. "Shit... How long... can't you stab my heart?" “You said you could take it.” I stab it in your gut
right above your cock. I
grunt again. "I can, son of bitch. I can. Shit!" “Good.” I leave the blade in your gut, stand up and
start to piss on you. I look
at you. I smile. My last shower. I almost enjoy it. The pain in my belly is
terrible, but I manage to smile. I open my mouth. I piss in your mouth; it runs down your fur mixing
with the blood on your belly. I
drink my murderer's piss. I let your piss run on my body. My last shower. I pick up my pistol looking down at you as I smoke. I nod.
"Thanks." I slowly slip on the floor. I fire my last two bullets into your chest pfft pfft. I
grunt. I shudder. The world vanishes. I watch you die, then turn around, squat over you
and take a dump. You
hear voices outside. Shit! I grab my knife from your belly and head into
the bedroom. Three
men enter. They have guns. They saw an open window and they suspected someone
was inside. I rush them stabbing with my blade. You
stab one of them, but another one fires. A bullet in your belly. The third
man fires, too, another bullet in your chest. You stagger. Clutching at my wounds sucking on my cigar, cock
hard. "Fuck!
That son of bitch has killed the boss! And Fred, too." The man you
stabbed seems to be dead. They aim at your chest. "Die, son of
bitch!" You forgot the one in the corner, I stab again. The
man screams. The last man fires. Three bullets into your chest, the last
through your heart. I spin away with the impacts falling on the bed in
the room, jerking as my cock shoots my last load. The
man approaches and looks at your body. “Such a man, that son of bitch”. He
fires again, three bullets, just to see your body dancing. Muscles twitch and jiggle, cock bouncing. He
grabs your cock in his hand. He plays with it. Still thick and hard covered in cum. He
bends. He takes your cock into his mouth and he sucks it. Tasting my deathload, strong and musky like me. Then
he stands. He would willingly fuck your ass, but he must go and tell the
others that the boss and two bodyguards are dead. Duty to a dead man, or satisfy his lust. The
men clean my body. Yours is buried in the garden. Rumors will circulate and my boss will hear how it
happened. Your
boss is satisfied: ha hasn't to pay you. I was a good hitman but expensive so now he can find
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