The Unfortunate Cyclist by Doc Forbin

I thought tonight he was finally going to fulfil my dreams and slaughter me. I relished the sharp knife piercing my buttock, pity it didn’t go further in. I thought the sadistic belly kick was a bit unnecessary as it reduced the erotic effect of the tip of the knife playing on my abdomen, when he pulled the knife back ready to plunge it into me as he stared into my eyes I fucking came again.

Something in my eyes as I climaxed must have made the stupid bastard change his mid ‘cos he instead turned the knife towards his own belly and stabbed in deep and upwards beneath his ribs. Blood bubbled out of his mouth as he sank to his knees, then slowly sank onto his back as his erect prick slowly sagged as the blood drained from his body through from the gaping wound in his stretched belly.

I fell onto my side and strained in my chains to wriggle to the edge of the dark inviting water, disgusted at the way I was still being turned on by the poor sod’s weakening gurgles, as I stared at his naked arched body he actually fucking smiled at me! Because of the gag I couldn’t tell him I really wanted to die with him!

Then those stupid fucking kids drove into the quarry expecting to find somewhere secluded to shag! Did they get a shock!

I still want to die but the fucking doctors know that and are doing all they can to stop me killing myself. But I will, soon I hope. Oh shit! here comes that stuck up bitch in the white coat checking up on me again

Leave a Comment