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MURDER HE WROTE. . . An Incorrigible Stepson PART 1
« on: October 16, 2016, 07:23:42 AM »
(Author's Note: This a work of fiction. It is rather long, so I spread it out over two parts. The first part features accompaning pictures; the second part doesn't. (Just couldn't find a series of photos to illustrate part 2.)

GETTING RID OF THE STEPSON--Kiling Tommy Dee

Tommy Dee had just turned 20; he spent most of his time working as a part-time mechanic at a local garage. He had the brains to go to school, but for one reason or another, Tommy lacked ambition and interest in pursuing any kind of further education. After his graduation from high school, Tommy preferred to spend his time pursuing nothing more than being able to afford enough money to keep himself a functioning addict. Tommy had grown very fond of pot and would venture occasionally in the harder drugs when he could afford them. "TD"– the name given to him by his druggie friends, preferred spending his evenings after work getting high and hanging out.

TD was never much of an athlete; at 5'8", he weighed in at about 140 pounds. He was an attractive kid; his blondish brown hair, blue eyes, handsome face and slim build made him quite attractive to his nighttime “pursuits.” By the age of 17, TD had finally reconciled himself to the fact that he was gay; something that he had known since  he was 13. TD supplemented his income by turning tricks; mostly with young guys a bit older than he who could afford him. He preferred the company of guys in their late 20s and early 30s though he would occasionally do a guy if he was an attractive enough 40 or 50-year-old. TD didn't come cheap; at $200 an hour, TD could turn two or three tricks a night if he felt up to it. He rarely came home before 3 AM, especially on a busy night.

TD still lived with his mother, Maria, and his third stepfather,Ted. After years of cajoling, TD's mom had given up on him and Ted just couldn't stand to be around the young man. Ted considered TD such a waste of time that he found himself becoming angrier and angrier with the boy. TD and Ted had gotten into it a number of times but Maria always interceded telling Ted to let the boy be. This particular evening, however, Ted had quite enough of his stepson; he decided that something had to be done.

Maria had left earlier that evening to visit her family in Salem; Ted waited up for his stepson to show up. It was around 2:30 in the morning when Ted heard the key in the lock of the backdoor. Ted had decided to confront his stepson with either shaping up or shipping out. Ted had decided that enough was enough and TD had to go, one way or another. Ted didn't like the little prick and decided to burst TDs bubble. He stood in the doorway to the living room as a stepson stumbled down the hallway high as a kite.

Ted could smell the stench of pot as soon as TD walked through the kitchen. Something snapped in Ted. As TD walked past the living room door, his stepfather suddenly grabbed him by the throat and forced TD to his knees in the doorway. Ted had decided to "fuck" his stepson up a bit. But for one reason or another, Ted couldn't let go of the boy's throat. TD looked at him a bit surprised at first; TD was pretty messed up already, unable to break free of his stepfather's grasp. Ted's right hand squeezed harder on the boy's throat, TD offered no resistance. Ted could see the fear in his stepson's eyes as his grip tightened around the boy's neck. Ted really wanted the kid to fight back and when he didn't, Ted got angrier and angrier, his grasp bore down on the young man's larynx and throat. Without loosening his grasp on the boy's throat, Ted reached up with his free hand and tore TD's shirt from his chest.

Half naked, TD's eyes widen in surprise when he realized that his stepfather was not going to let go; he felt powerless to react or respond to the tightening, vice like grip at his throat. Looking down at the helpless boy, Ted made a conscious decision to finish what he had begun. Both he and TD heard the bones snap in the young man's throat. TD's eyes widened suddenly when he knew that he goimg to die; still he offered no resistance. TD could taste blood in his mouth before he passed out in his stepfather's hand.

Ted released his grip on the boy's throat as his stepson's body went limp. Ted settled TD's body against the wall; his stepson's eyes were still open and bloody drool ran down TD's chin. He stared down at his stepson's body and suddenly realized that TD was still breathing very shallowly. Ted knew that he had to finish the job; he had to finish what he had started. Ted's adrenaline was really pumping as he reached down grabbing TD under the arms and hoisting the limp body over his shoulder, headed out the back door carrying TD out to his workshop in the backyard. Fotunately for Ted, the nearest neighbor lived about a mile away.

Once in the workshop, Ted flipped on the lights and quietly shut the door behind them. He had cleared off his workbench earlier that day and roughly positioned TD's unconscious body on the bench with his lower legs dangling from the side. TD's eyes were still open, now staring blankly at the workshop rafters. In the silence of the work shop, Ted could hear TD struggling to breathe, he watched his stepson's chest move ever so slowly as TD struggled to catch a full breath to no avail. Ted feared that the boy would come to before he had the chance to end his stepson's life. As Ted stared down at his half naked stepson's body, he could feel his rage begin to swell again. Why wouldn't this little son of a bitch just die? Why wouldn't this little prick just quit breathing?

That's when Ted noticed it. TD's cock appeared to be hard as a rock in his tight shorts. Ted reached down and grasped the young man's crotch. Sure enough, he could feel that his stepson's prick was at full mast. Ted had seen his stepson's naked body before; TD had walked from the shower to his bedroom completely naked often enough and, especially when his mom wasn't around, Ted had admired his stepson's well muscled physique. Ted had thought often enough that TD could have pursued a career as a male model if he only had some ambition. Instead, TD had decided to pursue a career as a male hustler. Ted stroked his stepson's hard cock though the cloth of his shorts for a moment; he moved then to flip the button on TD's shorts and pulled down the zipper. Ted reached down and untied his stepson's shoes, pulling them off and tossing them aside. He reached then and pulled off TD's shorts and underwear. TD's cock was a very solid 8 inches; the top of his cock glistened in the light covered as it was with pre-cum fluid. Ted could feel himself becoming aroused as he reached down and stroked TD's stiff dick; he was almost glad that his stepson wasn't dead yet.

(. . . to be continued . . .)


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Re: MURDER HE WROTE. . . GETTING RID OF THE STEPSON-PART 1
« Reply #1 on: October 16, 2016, 07:39:24 AM »
(Killing Tommy Dee-Photos-Part 1.)
« Last Edit: October 16, 2016, 07:52:51 AM by pakman »
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Re: MURDER HE WROTE. . . GETTING RID OF THE STEPSON-PART 2
« Reply #2 on: October 16, 2016, 07:57:22 AM »
Killing Tommy Dee - Part 2.

Once in the workshop, Ted flipped on the lights and quietly shut the door behind them. He had cleared off his workbench earlier that day and roughly positioned TD's unconscious body on the bench with his lower legs dangling from the side. TD's eyes were still open, now staring blankly at the workshop rafters. In the silence of the work shop, Ted could hear TD struggling to breathe, he watched his stepson's chest move ever so slowly as TD struggled to catch a full breath to no avail. Ted feared that the boy would come to before he had the chance to end his stepson's life. As Ted stared down at his half naked stepson's body, he could feel his rage begin to swell again. Why wouldn't this little son of a bitch just die? Why wouldn't this little prick just quit breathing?

That's when Ted noticed it. TD's cock appeared to be hard as a rock in his tight shorts. Ted reached down and grasped the young man's crotch. Sure enough, he could feel that his stepson's prick was at full mast. Ted had seen his stepson's naked body before; TD had walked from the shower to his bedroom completely naked often enough and, especially when his mom wasn't around, Ted had admired his stepson's well muscled physique. Ted had thought often enough that TD could have pursued a career as a male model if he only had some ambition. Instead, TD had decided to pursue a career as a male hustler. Ted stroked his stepson's hard cock though the cloth of his shorts for a moment; he moved then to flip the button on TD's shorts and pulled down the zipper. Ted reached down and untied his stepson's shoes, pulling them off and tossing them aside. He reached then and pulled off TD's shorts and underwear. TD's cock was a very solid 8 inches; the top of his cock glistened in the light covered as it was with pre-cum fluid. Ted could feel himself becoming aroused as he reached down and stroked TD's stiff dick; he was almost glad that his stepson wasn't dead yet.

Ted decided then and there that he was going to have a little "fun" before he finished TD off. He walked to the other end of the bench picking up a 4 foot long 2x4. Ted decided that he needed to make TD as helpless as possible; he reached down pulling his stepson's arms over his head and and tied the boy's wrists to the board. Ted did then turned around and picked up two 6 inch long wood spikes and a small sledgehammer. He positioned the point of the wood spike between the coils of the rope around his stepson's wrists. With five strokes he pinioned TD's left wrist to the board; he did the same to the right wrist. TD's body didn't flinch a bit as the spikes pierced his wrists. Small rivulets of blood began to pool on the workbench.

Ted turned again and gathered up a couple of spikes that he had made into hooks. He hammered them into place. He reached up and pulled down the hook end of the electric winch he sometimes used; he strung the cable through the hooks and pulled the cable tightly together. He reached over and hit the switch for the winch; in a few seconds he had managed to get TD's body into a seated position on the workbench. Ted pulled the workbench  from underneath his stepson's body; TD's feet hitting the wooden floor. He flipped the switch again and TD's naked body rose to an upright position with his toes still on the floor. TD's head fell backward and his breathing became easier; his hard cock, bloated with blood, curved upward away from his body. Blood began to roll down his stepson's arms.

Not taking his eyes off TD's naked body, Ted quickly pulled his own shirt off, loosened his pants pulled them and his underwear down to just below his hips. Ted could feel the adrenaline and rage surge again. He stroked his own cock until pre-cum fluid lubricated his shaft; he took hold of TD's cock and stroked it while he stroked his own prick. He grasped his stepson's balls and squeezed hard. TD's body convulsed a bit; Ted suddenly realized that TD was slowly coming to.

Ted didn't waste a moment. He stepped behind TD and forced his stiff dick into his stepson's ass. Ted wrapped an arm around his stepson's chest, pulling himself tighter against TD's suspended body. The boy was lifting his head forward as he regained consciousness; bolts of pain pierced TD's brain as he began to realize what was happening to him.

Through his pain, the young man realized that he was being fucked and fucked hard. He didn't realize who it was at first as he struggled to regain consciousness, aware also that his throat and neck hurt a lot. TD recognized that has arms had been tied and nailed to a board as his hands began to flex; with every movement the pain in his wrists and arms sent bolts of pain to his brain. His head fell forward and he could see his own rock hard cock dripping with fluid. He also could feel that the thrusting cock up his ass was plowing deeper and deeper into his anus and rectum. TD could feel the hard cock plowing his ass swell, the arm across his chest tightened. He felt the breath at the back of his injured neck suddenly stop, and with a few more thrusts the young man felt the warmth of someone else's cum shoot into his ass. He hung there suspended on a stranger's cock, pain-wracked and bleeding.

TD realized then that it only lasted a few minutes though he experienced it as if it were an eternity. He felt the hard cock up his ass suddenly pull out and felt the jiz begin to drip out between his ass cheeks and run down the inside of his legs. It was the pain of his injured neck and nailed bloodied wrists that began to fill his drug-addled delirious mind and then he remembered. Ted!

Ted turned TD's suspended body around so he could look at his stepson's face. He reached down and took hold of his stepson's bloated cock and began to stroke it. TD barely croaked out something that sounded like "you rotten mother fucker!' -- he felt his own orgasm grow overwhelming his pain. His whole body began to convulse as his jiz shot up his cock and began to shoot from his swollen cockhead. His head snapped back, he began to moan. As his cum jetted from his cock, the boy suddenly experienced piercing pain in his gut. As he continued to shoot long streams of cum from his swollen prick, he felt the same piercing pain over and over again in his belly. He raised his head enough to see his cum shooting from his cock and he realized that his stepfather was stabbing him over and over with a very long ice pick. He would shot his cum and his stepfather would stab. He would shoot, Ted stabbed! His body convulsed . . . his orgasm finally began to end. Ted continued to stroke TD's hard cock until there was no cum left in his stepson's balls; he shoved the ice pick into the side of the young man's adams apple.TD's mouth opened as blood began to leak from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin. Ted grabbed a handful of TDs hair and pulled his head forward as he placed the ice pick just below his stepson's left nipple. He forced TD to watch the pick pierce his skin and, very slowly, enter his heart. TD felt every inch of the pick going in, the full 8 inches of its length. Ted quickly pulled the pick out, but stabbed it in again a few inches to the right. TD's whole body shook in pain as the pick entered his heart for the second time. The young man's breath came in gasps as Ted pulled the pick out again. TD began to go limp as Ted shoved the pick into his heart a third time. The young man's breathing stopped . .  finally! Still holding on to TD's hair, Ted pulled the boy's head back on to his shoulders; TD's mouth gaped open. Tommy Dee was dead.

Ted backed away from his stepson's body. For some reason, Beside the nails in TD's wrists, Ted counted the number of stab wounds – six in TD's belly and three to his chest; one in his throat. All ten wounds had bled; very thin streams of blood had ran down the front of his stepson's torso.Ted saw that TD's cock was still hard as a rock, he walked up, grabbing the cock head, ran the ice pick through his stepson's cock shaft. Ted pulled it out and rammed it to the hilt through the young man's sternum.Ted let go, leaving the ice pick protruding from TD's chest and backed away from his dead stepson's body, two more stab wounds wouldn't matter much; as long as TD was dead.

Ted pulled his underwear and pants up and fastened his belt. He thought about leaving TD hanging there to the next day. He checked his watch and figured that he had time enough to at least get TD's body down before the sun came up. Ted pulled his workbench back into place just behind his stepson's knees. He switched the winch control to "down" and hit the on button. He slowly lowered TD's body onto the workbench; when his stepson's body lay completely sprawled on the bench, he hit the off switch, disconnected the cable. It took quite a bit of effort though to pull the wood spikes out of TD's wrists. He cut through the ropes and draped his stepson's arms alongside his body. Ted could hardly believe it but his stepson's cock was still very hard. He took hold of the ice pick handle and pulled it out of TD's chest. Ted made the decision to get rid of his stepson's corpse the next night. In the meantime though, Ted covered his stepson's corpse with an old gray army blanket.

The “stepson problem” was nearly over. . . almost!



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Re: MURDER HE WROTE. . . GETTING RID OF THE STEPSON-PART 1
« Reply #3 on: October 16, 2016, 12:04:40 PM »
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Wow, pakman, what an excellent story. Love the way you express yourself so convincingly and elegantly. I envy you ability to give your writing so much depth and character development. And then, of course, there's the erotic element. I couldn't ask for more... the way you take your time with the victim and take us along for a most enjoyable ride. Thank you.