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Taming the Need
by Zachary Taylor Burns
(artistic.revelations@hotmail.com)
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A seemingly nervous man goes in search of a young
teenage boy to satisfy his needs. But what he needs
isn't just sex. It's something much darker and more
intense. (M/m-teen, underage, nc, rp, v, tor, bd, sn)
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"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
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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.
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