A gay man is murdered and his lover exacts a terrifying revenge against the straight, male perpetrator...
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The penis stood fully erect, bound up tightly with its testicles by a thin strap of leather. the man to whom these organs were attached was gagged and wide-eyed, strapped spread eagled on a rack, and filled with terror. This whole situation had gotten wildly out of hand in just a blink of his eye. The other man stood in front of him. The man who was sharpening the straight razor. The huge, muscular man with the hairy chest... His own chest was also quite hairy -- not as hairy as his captor's, of course, but his penis was quite a bit bigger (not to say that the hairy man man with the beard didn't have an impressive tool himself -- in fact it was easily 10 inches long) but the prisoner's cock was simply enormous, especially right now because it was tied up so tightly, and erect, and harder than it had ever been before. It stood at a massive 12 inches in length, and had considerable girth to match. "Hey man," the prisoner stuttered. "Whatever you're thinkin' about doin', please don't do it!" He was well aware of the fact that the other man had plans for his genitals. If only he could remember what had happened more clearly... The hairy chested man with the beard continued to sharpen his razor. A faint smile crossed his lips as he stared back into the prisoner's eyes. "I didn't mean any of that shit I said earlier." he began again, trying to make some excuse that would free him from the fate he was starting to think waited for him. The hairy chested man with the beard finished up his sharpening job, and then set down the blade. "Look, I'm sorry I called you a faggot earlier." he began again. "No hard feelings. Just get me off of this rack." "No hard feelings?" asked the hairy chested man with the beard, grinning. "You look pretty hard to me." The hairy chested man with the beard spit several times into his hand, and then settled it around the prisoner's meaty cock. He began to gently stroke it, working it's length expertly with the saliva, wettening the shaft until the entire penis was nice and slick After only a moment, the prisoner (who was VERY straight) became disgusted. The other man's fist was jacking his penis, and it felt good.... "God stop it! let go of my dick! I'm not a queer!" The grinning man merely stroked faster as the smile faded away from his face. Although the prisoner was sickened that a fucking queer was touching his privates, his penis was in heaven. It hadn't cum in a long time. The fact that his dick was so excited disgusted him even more. "Come on man, stop touching my dick!" The hairy chested man with the beard steeled his expression, and continued to pump his massive hand over the massive piece of meat. "God damn it! Knock it off! I already said I ain't queer, you fuckin faggot!" "Faggot, huh? You really use that word entirely too much, candy-ass!" said the hairy chested man with the Beard. He picked up his razor in his right hand, and firmed the grip of his left on the victim's cock, right down at it's base. Icy terror struck at the prisoner. The penis just got harder. "Look here, boy!" said the man with the hairy chest, flexing his big bicep and tugging the cock away from the prisoner. "You'll be a fuckin' queer if I say you are. And the sooner you learn that lesson, the better for your friend down here. Got it?" The prisoner snapped. He began struggling wildly with his bonds, to no avail, and screaming at the top of his lungs: "HELP!! ANYBODY!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" He was silenced, suddenly, when his captor's knee rammed mercilessly into his pinned balls. He was winded and his mouth shot open to release a scream of pain, but before the sound could come, a rubber ball gag was forced into it, and tightly fastened behind his head. The muffled sounds of his pain would bring no help here. He was obviously in a basement somewhere -- a basement that had been converted into someone's private dungeon. There wasn't a window in sight, , but the floor was damp, and the room was only lit by a few hanging bulbs. And, actually, he couldn't see the walls. He began to realize he was in really deep shit. "You try somethin' like that again boy, and this game'll become for keeps. Right now, i just want to teach you a few things. Like respecting your fellow man." -- TO BE CONTINUED --