Battles and Deaths: March 2017

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

        The old abandoned factory on Smith street had long been a feature in the small town. The local kids would sneak in through a broken door and spend hours playing hide and seek.

        The old factory had always been a place Steffen and his friends were excited to explore. They knew the general layout, with the exception of the dark passageways underneath the building, as well as a few nooks and crannies.

        They had often heard the rumors that there was a dangerous old vagrant named Herkimer who lived in the factory. Since they had spent so much time exploring the building and saw no sign of him, they quickly wrote this off as just an old wives tale that parents would tell their kids to keep them away from the old building.

        On this day, Steffen and his friends were playing hide-and-seek. They had been at it for some time when it was Steffen's turn to be "it".

        Steffen searched the building but could find no one, so he decided to go down into the underground passageways. Sure, they had never been down there, but that is exactly what made them the perfect place to hide. Before long, Steffen became lost. He heard movement ahead of him and decided to move slowly and quietly.

        Steffen made his way down the dark corridor, trying to find his friends. He was not aware that his friends were actually sitting outside the factory, waiting for him to come out.

        As the young man made his way down the corridor, a bright light flashed on in front of him, blinding him in the room. He shouted out asking who's there. A single voice came back. "Herkimer".

        Without any warning a dark figure raced towards him and slammed a sword into the young man's abs. A sickening feeling swept throughout his body. Steffen looked down to see the hilt protruding from his gut. Blood slowly trickled from the wound. He raised his arms in disbelief.

Steffen looked forward at the light. His eyebrows curled, his jaw agape and his face pale from fear and shock. He slowly sank own to his knees, the moisture on the floor dampened the sweatpants he was wearing.

He took a few heavy whimpered breaths before collapsing in a dead heap on the cold damp floor.

Monday, March 27, 2017

The Cougar Cub (story/pic)

I had warned him to stay away from my wife. Sure, he was young and handsome and she had a particular fondness for those types of boys, but this one was getting too clingy. He really expected her to leave me for him.

I was the one who paid for those fancy cars she gave to her boy toys. I actually didn't even mind that she was sleeping around. After all, I did get to enjoy the videos of those hot young men screwing my wife. (Quite the turn on for me.)

But, this one decided to try to blackmail us for money. That was it for us. Even after having our bodyguard personally escort him off our property several times, the young punk still showed back up.

The last time he did this, he came dressed in a thong. Obviously thinking he could use his "sex appeal" to get my wife to crave after him. But, she had so many other young men, that this tactic was all in vain.

When she called for our bodyguard, he ran and locked himself in one of our cars. The damned arrogant prick actually thought I couldn't get to him. He said he would only leave when his cock was empty of its seed.

I grabbed a steel bar from the garage and rammed it through the windshield and straight into his gut. The cold pointed tip tore into his bowels. He lunged forward and his ab muscles tightened around the bar.

I could see his hips jump forward as his seed soaked the front of his thong. I watched him through the shattered windshield as he squirmed and writhed in the drivers seat. His green eyes stared up at me even after his last breath.