Serial Strangler, The

THE general atmosphere around the campus was distinctly uneasy. For two months now a serial rapist and murderer was stalking the area. During the past three weeks alone, three victims has been violated and killed. The attacks were sexual; the victims male, and the murder was by strangulation. Most of the victims had been attacked on lonely streets or dragged into alleys on the way to their rooms or apartments from classes or dates in the dark evenings of late winter. The attacks were particularly vicious: After sodomizing his victims, the rapist typically nutted them, literally tearing their genitals from their crotches and stuffing the dicks and balls down their throat, suffocating them by their own sex organs. If that were not enough, the attacker strangled them with his bare hands, often completely crushing their larynx and windpipe. All of this indicated that the rapist was a singularly strong and probably large man in young to middle life. Robbery and other motives were ruled out. The crimes appeared to be wholly ones of sexual excitement.

Charles thought of all of this as he hurried home late one Saturday afternoon. It was already turning dark, and he felt a chill in addition to the cold in the air as he neared the apartment he shared with Max. Actually, he was also troubled by another aspect of his life. Max was beginning to be a problem. Their relationship, which had always been somewhat one-sided, had now cooled on his part that he felt the only solution was to find another room mate. The problem was how to tell Max. Max was a huge lump of a man who had never attracted partners, and so when Charles had first proposed that they share an apartment, he had eagerly accepted the proposal as indicating more than it was on Charles' part. At first things had worked out and sex had been all right, if a bit heavy on Max's part. But now he had met Glen and wanted to move in with him. But how to tell Max?

Hesitantly he opened the lower door and climbed the stairs to their apartment, took out his key and unlocked the door. Max was already their preparing dinner as usual. Charles decided not to postpone the inevitable. The initial response from Max was devastation, then anger, then pleading—all to no avail. Charles was firm; Max was depressed. Charles left without eating.

He foolishly took a path which led through a dark alley unlike his typical route to the local cafeteria. All of a sudden he hear soft footsteps in the new-fallen snow behind him. He was terrified: It couldn't be! Not for him! But a few seconds told him that it was. Before he could cry out or even move, he felt a powerful arm seize him around the neck while a huge paw gripped him between the legs, seeking out his genitals. He wore a stocking mask covering his face which gave him a surrealist appearance, frightening all by itself. But the very real possibility that he was about to become the next victim, de-balled, de-cocked and then raped and strangled sent him into absolute panic. The steely fingers were already encircling his very ample equipment, putting unbearable pressure on his fragile nuts while the arm was effectively cutting off air to his sucking lungs. In desperation, his flailing hands pulled at the stocking mask and tore it from his attacker's face. His eyes nearly popped from their sockets as he recognized his attacker: IT WAS MAX! The mutual recognition was equally devastating for Max, not recognizing his room mate in the dark. Now there could be no backing down. Here was a victim who could turn him in! There was also the realization that here was the way to insure that his former lover would never have sex with anyone else. He turned on Charles with a fury he had never felt before.

Physically, there was no contest. Charles had a well-proportioned athletic swimmer's build, but was no match for the sheer brutal bulk of Max The terrified Charles felt himself being thrown to the cement. Then those huge powerful hands began tearing his clothes from his young body. With a single tear, his jacket and shirt were shredded from his chest and another swipe ripped off his tee shirt as well. Then he felt those hands at his crotch, ripping apart the fly and tearing the zipper apart in one wrench. His pants were effectively ripped off in seconds. Then his briefs. There was a brief moment when he heard the sound of Max's zipper being pulled down and he saw him extract the huge cock that had so often intimidated him in the past. Then, as both hands returned to tear and twist his genitals, he felt the huge prick savagely enter his ass hole. There was no gentleness this time. The anal tissue was torn aside as the cock plowed deep into his butt. He could feel the big, swollen mushroom head as it slithered ever further up his ass. With each agonizing stroke, the gripping hands tightened around his delicate genitals. His balls were trapped tighter and tighter in their bag as the fingers closed inexorably around them as if squeezing the young cum right out of them. All the while the other hand squeezed and twisted his blood-engorged dong until it threatened to burst. Then the three actions climaxed together: As Charles felt his ass filled with Max's hot, spurting cum, he also felt the final destruction of his manhood. First one then the other of his testicles ruptured. The hard inner core crushed into mush accompanied by an unearthly scream as he felt his masculinity being taken from him. In spite of himself, he felt the eruption of one last huge wad of cum propelled from his strangling prick. Then his genitals became history. Using both hands for leverage, Max slowly twisted both his dick and balls until they could no longer bear the tension. With a rush of blood and sperm, Charles felt everything come loose in his groin. His beautiful cock and low-hanging balls were summarily torn away, dragging their stretched cords behind them. But there was one final act for Max:

He pulled out his still engorged cock from Charles' ravaged ass. pulled him around and went for his slender neck. With a crazed light in his eyes, he curled his powerful fingers around the throat, thumbs pressing into the Adam's apple and slowly crushed. He felt a demonic frenzy as his fingers tightened. Charles began gasping for breath as he desperately tried to suck air into his lungs. The veins stood out in his neck as he began to choke. A sudden tightening and his tongue plopped out of his mouth. His eyes opened wide and nearly bulged out of their sockets as he felt his life, his breath being slowly choked out of his body. His legs and lower body thrashed in a desperate attempt to live. His arms flailed and by chance his hands brushed Max's great flopping balls. Purely by instinct, they found their home and in his death agony, seized the swinging ballocks and clawed and crushed them as Max in turn completed his strangulation. His face turned an ugly purple in his last seconds. Blood vessels burst in his eyes and throat and with one final crazed contraction, Max's thumbs crushed his Adam's apple and ruptured his windpipe. The last thing Charles was aware of was the warm pulsing soft mass of Max's great balls as he crushed them in his death grasp. In his own agony, Max completed strangling him, breaking his fragile neck. But it could not save his testicles. With his last ounce of strength, Charles ruptured him. The full sac turned into mush as his manhood became history. His finger nails cut deep tears in the bag and the ruptured testicles spilled out. One by one the cords stretched and snapped and his precious balls remained within Charles' dead, clutched fist. Max crawled away in the snow to die. The serial strangulations had ended.

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