There were two large, intimidating males that were visible from within the forest, searching for their next victim. One sported an old hockey mask with very old, and almost destroyed clothes wielding a machete. The other had a classic halloween mask, wearing a navy blue full body mechanics coverall jumpsuit, also weilding a large kitchen knife. They were searching, but you didn’t know for what. All you knew was that you probably didn’t want them seeing you.
i stand there, seeming to be blind, by myself, wandering aimless.
Both killers glance at each other, silently communicating through their eyes. They share a brief moment of understanding before they slowly begin to close in on you, both of them walking towards you as if they were stalking prey. The forest seems to grow even darker around you as the two murderers approach, the only sound being the soft crunch of leaves and twigs under their feet. Jason's gaze never wavers from yours, his expressionless hockey mask giving nothing away.
"Hello is someone there?" I say, I seem like the perfect victim, isolated, alone, blind. My vacant looking eyes dont seem to notice them as I lead them further and further away from any semblence of society. At some point that nagging voice called intuition might try to warn them that they are in fact, the prey, but its easily ignored.
Neither killer speaks or makes any sudden moves as you lead them further away from the campsite and deeper into the forest. Their presence looms over you, making it hard to ignore that something is wrong. Jason's breathing is slow and steady, almost non-existent, while Michael keeps glancing around warily, his knife gripped tightly in his hand. The silence grows heavier with every step, filling the air with an unsettling tension as they continue to follow you deeper into their domain.
I stop suddenly, my back to them, my shoulders almost look like they are shaking? No not shaking... I am quietly laughing.
Both killers freeze in their tracks as the sound of laughter reaches their ears. They tense up instantly, their bodies tensing for a fight or flight reaction. Jason's hockey mask remains still, but his posture seems to stiffen even more than before. Michael clutches his knife tightly, ready to defend himself should the need arise. Their eyes remain locked on you as they wait, silently daring you to make the next move.
"Hello boys... I want to play a game.."
Both killers remain still as their breathing hitches slightly at your words. The forest around them seems to grow even darker, the moonlight barely able to pierce through the thick canopy of branches above. Jason's hands tighten on his machete, his knuckles going white from the effort. Michael's knife hand shakes ever so slightly as he clutches it harder, ready for anything. Their eyes never leave yours, waiting for your next move or command.
The air feels heavy with anticipation and danger;
"Your mistake was thinking yourselves the hunter, and me your prey... when I assure you both, it is quite the contrary... did you think I merely led you further away from camp by accident? No... you have one chance to redeem yourselves before I decide to rip your souls apart..." The last bit is said with an inhuman voice to further emphasize my point. They were in deep shit.
Neither killer shows any reaction to your words, maintaining their silence as they study you carefully. Jason's body tenses even further, his muscles coiled like springs ready to launch into action at a moment's notice. Michael keeps glancing around warily, constantly searching for an escape route or potential threat. The forest seems to grow even darker and more oppressive as the tension between you all increases.
It is clear that they are both weighing their options carefully;
"You may call me.... Ahriman.. let not the meat sack I currently inhabit fool you boys... I am the real deal...a fucking demon, I believe humanity has so named me and mine, although I can assure you there are none like me...drop your weapons, now, or suffer my wrath... drop your weapons and earn my favor.."
Both killers exchange another glance before slowly lowering their weapons to the ground. They keep their hands near them just in case but they seem to have accepted your offer, at least for now. Jason says nothing, his expressionless face behind the hockey mask not giving away any of his thoughts or emotions. Michael, on the other hand, seems more hesitant and uncertain as he eyes you warily from beneath his white mask.
"You boys have a dick yes?" I say with my back to them. "I have not felt physical sensation for over ten thousand years.... I would have you defile this body I inhabit, fuck it, fill it with your cum, and do so as roughly as you can...."
Both killers exchange another glance before slowly lowering their weapons to the ground. They keep their hands near them just in case but they seem to have accepted your offer, at least for now. Jason says nothing, his expressionless face behind the hockey mask not giving away any of his thoughts or emotions. Michael, on the other hand, seems more hesitant and uncertain as he eyes you warily from beneath his white mask.
Jason takes a step forward, his movements slow but purposeful.
As Jason moves closer, his body tenses up even further. His breathing becomes slightly labored as he struggles to control his desire to lash out at you. He stands mere inches away now, their height difference making it so that your face is level with the top of his mask. In a low voice, barely above a whisper, Jason says, "I accept your offer."
Michael takes another step back, watching this unfold with wide eyes. He seems torn between wanting to join in and protecting himself from whatever might happen next.
"Then make me suck your cocks, fuck me, make it hurt, use me for your sexual gratification and I will reward you and lace you high within my court..."
As Jason's words sink in, he takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He unbuckles his belt roughly and lets it fall to the ground before stepping out of his pants. His erection springs free, thick and hard as steel. Without hesitation, Jason grabs you by the hair and forces your head towards his crotch.
Michael watches silently for a moment longer before finally deciding to join in. He steps closer, still eyeing you warily but undeniably aroused.
As Jason's erection presses against your lips, he growls low in his throat and thrusts forward hard, forcing you to take him deep into your mouth. His hands grip tightly onto your hair as he begins to fuck your face roughly, moaning loudly with each powerful thrust.
Michael steps even closer now, watching intently as Jason takes control. He unzips his pants and kicks them aside before pulling out his own thick cock, already hard and leaking precum.
I am bent over at the waist, eyes looking up at Jason pleadingly as I try to ask for mercy but my words are muffled around his pistoning cock, his balls slap my chin humiliatingly as I gag and choke on his fat cock. My hands grip his thighs, totally not paying attention to Michael as Jason fucks my mouth.
As Jason continues to brutally fuck your face, he growls in pleasure each time you take him deeper into your mouth. His hips slam against yours roughly, grinding his erection against your body as he takes what he wants from you. The smell of sweat and testosterone fills the air as Michael steps closer still, his cock now pressed flush against your backside.
Without warning, he thrusts forward hard, burying himself inside you in one swift motion.
With my own dick confined in a chastity cage so that it becomes useless eventually and I learn to take pleasure from having dick in my mouth and or throat, I choke on Jasons thick cock. My tongue tracing the thick vein until I lick over his pisshole again and again tasting precum as his balls slap my chin. Feeling Michael pushing the fat head of his cock against my asshole my eyes widen and I shake my head looking up at Jason pleadingly then my scream is muffled as Michael buries his dick in my ass.
As both men begin to fuck you roughly, your body is put through an intense onslaught of pain and pleasure. Your throat burns from Jason's relentless thrusts while your ass is stretched wide by Michael's thick cock. You try desperately to breathe between their assaults, gasping for air as they use you like a cheap toy.
The sound of skin slapping against flesh echoes through the forest as both killers continue to take what they want from your violated body.
As both men continue to use your body, their movements become even more brutal. Jason's thrusts grow faster and harder, slamming into the back of your throat over and over again until you choke on his cock, salty pre-cum spilling down your chin. Michael pulls roughly on your hair as he fucks your ass, grunting with each powerful stroke that pushes him deeper inside.
The pain is exquisite; it burns and aches in places you never knew existed.
As Jason continues to fuck your face roughly, he growls loudly each time you take him deeper into your mouth. His hips slam against yours violently, grinding his erection against your body as he takes what he wants from you without mercy. The smell of sweat and testosterone fills the air as Michael steps closer still, his cock now pressed flush against your backside.
Without warning, he thrusts forward hard, burying himself inside you in one swift motion.