Die well,
faggots
To Ibadah,
who revised the story Luke reached over and lit Fred’s cigarette. Then he
closed his eyes and sucked on his cigar. He heard Fred heaving a sigh. He opened
his eyes and stared at his companion. Fred looked nervous. Luke smiled. "You can go away, Fred, if you…" "Shit, Luke" Fred interrupted him. He gave
a wry smile and he went on. "I've got jitters but stop trying to
talk me out of this. I'm look forward to it, just like you." Luke chuckled and nodded --- he was just teasing
Fred --- he knew this man shared his darkest desire. Luke appeared calm, but he was boiled up with
anticipation inside. And he had butterflies in his stomach. He needed some whiskey.
Not too much, he didn’t want to get drunk. He looked for the bottle and took
a sip. Then he gave the bottle to Fred. He looked at him, fondly. It was their last night. Before morning Mike and his
men would arrive. And then their bodies would hang from one of those trees.
The thought turned him on. "O.K, Fred, it’s time to have some sport, isn’t
it? Last chance." Fred
nodded, smiling, "Yeah, let’s fuck!" Luke snorted and slipped his clothing off. He was a
tall, muscular man, with a hairy body and a large cock. Fred quickly cast off his own clothes, then kneeled
and opened his mouth. Luke stuffed his cock in. Fred sucked Luke, who
put his hands on the back of Fred’s head and face-fucked him. That drove Fred
wild and Luke shot hot load into Fred’s mouth. Fred clamped his lips around
Luke’s cock so he wouldn't lose anything. Finally they got untangled. They didn’t dress
themselves. Instead, they sat against two trees to rest. Sleep wasn't
possible so they stared at each other, then at the fire, then at each other
again. Once or twice they looked up at the branches of the tree they soon
would hang from. The fire was dying. Luke added some wood and looked
at his friend’s body. Perspiration rolled down his chest. It was nearly
dawn. Time to start for the last ride. Luke spit into his hand and lubed
up his cock. Then he rolled Luke over on his belly and mounted him,
penetrating slowly. Soon he was fucking his friend, grinding his cock in and
out of his ass and Fred's cock and chest into the dirt. Fred liked feeling his friend's thick cock wedging
his butt apart. Luke drilled Fred faster, grunting, gasping, and
hollering as he finally shot his juice into Luke's ass. He heard a gun hammer being pulled back and a click. "Don't try anything you might regret,
faggots!" With the pressure of the gun's barrel in the small
of his back, Luke waited, his cock still throbbing in Fred’s
arse. Someone took Luke’s arms and tied his hands behind his back. The
man pulled real hard on the rope, pinching some of the flesh in the knot.
Luke flinched from the pain. "Stand up, faggot!" Reluctantly Luke extracted his swollen cock from its
warm sheath. A man tied Fred’s hands behind his back and pulled
him to his feet. Both restrained, they faced their murderers: seven
men, all old enough and tough enough to do what they had to do. Luke
recognized only one of the seven, Mike. Mike pulled out his erect cock and massaged it to
full hardness. "Here it comes, you son of a bitch. Let's see
how you like it." He seized Luke’s hair and he forced him to kneel.
Then a strong kick knocked Luke to the dirt. Luke knew what was going to happen. It was the price
he had to pay to Mike for their hanging. He'd never been fucked but now it
was his turn. Mike leaned over, looked at Luke’s hairy, round ass
and smiled. He touched the virgin hole with his finger as Luke gritted his
teeth. Then Mike plunged his cock into him on the very first
thrust. Luke let out a cry and tried to force out the hard member but
couldn't. Mike continued to rhythmically thrust his cock into Luke’s
ass, making guttural animal sounds as the waves of pleasure spread from his
cock to fill his whole body. "You really want my cock up your ass, faggot!" His teeth sunk down into Luke’s skin, while he plunged his cock into Luke’s bowels. In and out Mike went until he couldn't hold back any longer and he shot deeply into Luke's ass.
Fred could do nothing for his friend but stand there
and watch as they fucked Luke’s ass with their raging hard cocks, each of
them lubing their cock with the cum of the man
before them. Balls slapped against Luke as they used him, filling his
ass with their cum. Fred stayed hard thru the whole scene. By the time
all the men had used him, the sun was rising, marking the last brief day for
Luke and Fred. One of the men lifted Luke to his knees and Mike
stood in front of him, his dick hardening rapidly. Mike rubbed his dick to maximum
hardness, then said "Now your mouth, asshole!" Luke stared him. "Open your mouth!" Mike shouted, then he
punched Luke in the face. Blood dripping from his nose and lip, Luke
opened his mouth. He knew he had to do it. It was part of the price
he had to pay. His final humiliation. Mike grabbed Luke’s hair and he pushed the doomed
man’s mouth clear to the base of his cock, holding it there, while Luke
gagged and choked on his cock. He loosened his grip to allow Luke to gasp for
air before ramming his cock to the hilt and holding it again. After a short
pause, Mike began a slow, rhythmic face fuck. The rhythm of each stroke
increased and soon Mike was thrusting his hips forward as he pushed Luke’s
head into his crotch. Luke’s drool was spraying out of his mouth. Suddenly Mike arched his back shoving his cock
deeper into Luke's throat and he began to shoot into Luke. He let out a loud
groan as his cock spewed again and again into Luke’s mouth. Finally Mike
pushed Luke’s head off his cock. Mike smiled. He stared at Luke. After a moment, he
pissed on Luke’s face and chest. The morning sun came out from behind the clouds and
shone upon Luke, resting on his knees. He was spewing cum and saliva out of
his mouth, and his beard was white with cum and spittle and red with blood.
Piss and sweat glistened his skin and hung onto the hairs of his chest and
abdomen making them glisten. Blood and cum were dripping from his ass. "Get up!" It really didn't matter
who yelled this time --- Luke obeyed. The pain in his ass was almost
unbearable, but he tried not to show his agony. He knew that the end was
near. The sun was warm, but Luke felt strangely chilled. He savoured the feel of the rope around his wrists.
Soon he would feel the rope around his neck. He was getting excited thinking
about it. He looked at Fred. His friend had a magnificent hard-on. He had
enjoyed the show, he would enjoy his death. This was good. Their lives
were going to their chosen conclusion, both having always felt fear and
fascination and desire mingling with hanging and death. One of the men began preparing nooses. Luke was standing still, his large cock as hard as a
rock. The men laughed looking at it. They knew that Luke and Fred had chosen
to be hanged, and it pleased the men to know that Fred and Luke were enjoying
and anticipating it. The nooses were ready. One man approached Luke and slipped the noose over
his head. Luke winced slightly at the first touch of the rope, but
quickly recovered himself. He felt the fibers over
his flesh, knowing that death was approaching as each inch the rope moved
down around his neck. It was not a hangman’s knot, but a gallows knot:
it wouldn’t break his neck, but it would strangle him. Luke wanted his
death to be slower and more painful. The man tightened the knot. Luke felt the hemp
tighten against his throat, and the heavy knot pressed against the back of
his neck. The man was in front of him, now. He grinned, and
Luke grinned, too. Luke was sweating. He knew that this was what
he wanted, but his heart was racing, as if to get as many beats as possible
in his final minutes. His lungs worked hard, drawing in air: soon they would
draw no more. Soon his mouth would be filled with his engorged tongue.
But his cock was throbbing. He knew death was in front of him and he
could not escape. The same man was putting the noose over Fred’s neck
now. It was great to see it. Fred was going to die with him. Another man approached and Luke could feel his
fingers against his neck. He knew he was checking the knot and adjusting it
to make his agony longer. Luke’s heart was racing even faster. He knew that
the time had come and braced himself for the impending ecstasy and agony. The man knelt and passed his arms
under Luke’s ass, then lifted him, raising him high. Luke could feel the
pressure of the man’s belly against his hard cock. The feeling of that firm
flesh under his cock was great. A second man lifted Fred up high as
well. Beads of sweat had started to run down his face, mixing with cum
and blood, but Luke wasn’t afraid. Two other men tossed the ends of the ropes over
heavy branches of a tree and then tied the ropes to the trunks. As soon
as the ropes were tied off, Mike signaled to
release the two friends. When Luke felt that the arms sustaining his body
were leaving him, he had a moment of gnawing, increasing panic fear. His
chest heaved as he tried to gulp air and his arms shook trying to free
themselves. Luke dropped less then a foot and he
felt a pain all around his neck. He could breathe, the noose wasn’t so tight,
but soon it would be. His feet swung wildly as he tried to find footing. He looked at the men who were laughing. He looked at
Fred, who was dancing beside him. The rope continued to tighten and Luke managed to
get a few weak breaths, then no more. He began to struggle, as the pain
around his neck was increasing. He struggled hard, several times
lifting both his knees up even with his chest. The ropes tightened as his
agonized squirms help to cinch the noose tighter about his neck. Despite his
pain, he felt his cock swell. He could hear Mike shouting "Die well,
faggots!" as he and his men laughed and enjoyed the dance. But all
Luke could see was Fred. Luke could see Fred’s back. His friend’s body
racked with convulsions. His ears and neck over the rope were dark from the
pressure. His hands tugged violently at the rope that held them behind
his back. Luke was fascinated by his lover’s agony. Luke watched as Fred
continued to struggle and strangle. Now Fred’s movements were slowing down, finally they
stopped. Luke thought that Fred was dead, but Fred’s legs were drawn up for
some distance, and then fell suddenly again. This movement was repeated
several times, but finally all motion ceased. Luke was glad of this. He had witnessed Fred’s
death. His friend’s agony hadn’t been very long, but Luke was still living.
His eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head. He kicked
desperately, unable to stop. A spray of spittle spewed from his mouth.
His fists clenched and unclenched as they twisted in their ropes. His face
was red with every artery almost bursting. Blood was oozing out of a wound on
the wrists where they tried to break free to get at the rope that choked him. His cock was swollen and engorged with blood, it looked purple. Finally he could feel the build-up in his groin and he jettisoned his cum into the wilderness and onto the rocks. He felt the burn of the juices through their constricted vessels. It was glorious. Now, he was going to die. His body twisted. The
rope creaked from the weight. His beard and his chest were covered with
sweat, piss, blood, mucus and foamed saliva. His fingers twitched, as did his
legs. The noise in his ears was deafening. His vision was blurring and
darkening, but he didn’t lose consciousness and the pain didn’t
subside. He realized that he had begun to piss. The piss ran
down his left leg and dripped on the dirt, forming a puddle. He dangled
in pain, halfway between life and death, eyes bulging, his body writhing. A
horrible buzzing noise engulfed him. Everything became black, but he was
still alive. He was moving through a dark, endless tunnel. But death didn’t
come. He felt his bowels loosening. His fingers dropped lifeless
against his ass. His legs jerked weakly, then stopped. A long, final
shudder passed through his frame. Then he was still. Mike was pleased. Two more satisfied
customers. Though it often got a little messy, he didn't really
understand why his men left before the end of the show. There were a couple days before the next clients
would need the campsite, so he decided to leave Luke and Fred hanging there
for a while. Mike mounted his horse and rode away. A vulture
watched the two figures hanging from the trees. |
