SAMSON AND COLDIANI

My name is John Coldiani. I’m 61, 5’5” and 219 lbs with brown hair and eyes. Last week I went to my doctor, who told me I really needed to lose some weight. He suggested that I join a gym in order to get in shape. I thanked him, told him I would and went home. I looked on the Internet, and found a 24-hour gym located in the heart of downtown Geneva, Illinois, a suburb of Chicago. They were even running a special for new members, pay for 6 months and get 6 months free. I printed out the coupon and headed for the gym, Muscle Fitness. I filled out the application, and paid for the membership on my Master Card. They told me for an additional $75 a week, I could work out with a personal trainer twice a week. I told them that was a great idea, but that I probably wouldn’t be able to come until after 9pm, as I worked late. The attendant said, “You’re in luck. Luke Samson is one of our best personal trainers, and he’s the only one who works at night. In fact, most nights, you’ll have the gym to yourselves.”

     “Cool! What nights does he come in?”

     “He’s usually here on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays.”

     “Great! Can I sign up for Tuesdays and Sundays?”

     “Yes, he is open on those nights. I’ll pen you in, Mr. Coldiani.”

     “I’ll be here at 9pm sharp. Where should I park?”

     “You can park the same place you did today, in back of the gym. Our members like the privacy it gives.”

     “Okay, tell Mr. Samson I’ll see him Sunday at 9pm.”

     “I will, and good luck with your weight loss, Mr. Coldiani.” I thanked her and left. I stopped at a sporting goods store on the way home, and bought gym clothes, towels, shoes and a bag, everything I’d need for Sunday night.

     Saturday night, I got a call from the gym. They informed me the security camera system both inside and outside the gym had malfunctioned, and could not be replaced before Monday. Did I want to cancel my Sunday night appointment with Luke and start on Tuesday?

    “No, I’ve been in downtown Geneva before. I’m not worried about anything happening. Tell Luke I’ll be there at 9pm sharp!”

     I went out to my car the next night, opened the trunk and put my gym gear in the trunk, next to a large coil of rope I carried for tying up my kills when I went hunting at my cabin in Franklin Creek State Park. I left my house at 8pm for the drive to the gym.

     I arrived at the gym at 8:45pm, parked my car next to a 2016 black Chevy Corvette convertible, the only other car in the lot. I figured it must be Luke’s car. I went in the rear door, went to the desk, and there he was, LUKE! Damn, was he ever HOT! He had dirty blonde hair and deep blue eyes. When he stood to greet me, I saw he was a few inches taller than me, maybe 5’8”, and his body was ripped. His blue gym shirt, with the gym’s logo on the front, barely contained his bulging biceps, and did nothing to hide his massive pecs and six pack. I figured he must be about 150 lbs, give or take 10 pounds.

     “Hi, I’m Luke, are you John, my new client?”

     “Yes”, I barely got the word out; I was so in awe of his physique.

     “The changing room’s over there. Let’s see how you look once you’re out of your street clothes.”

     I thanked him and headed for the changing room. I came out a few minutes in my gym gear.

     “Damn! Why do they always give me the fatties who haven’t seen the inside of a gym since they were in high school! Oh, well, let’s see what you can do.”

     I ignored the remark and followed him to the treadmill. “Okay, John, I’ve got it set for 10 minutes at 20%. Remember to hold on to the handrails, so you don’t fall off. Grab them now.”

     “Okay, Luke. I’m ready. Start it up!”

     He pushed a button and the machine began slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed. After 5 minutes, I was totally winded, and asked him if we could cut it short.

     “Typical! Another wimp! Sure, princess, we’ll get you off the bad old machine!” He then hit the stop button, and I stepped off. As I did so, I couldn’t help myself, I let my arm brush against his nice, tight bubble butt.

    “Hey, what are you doing? Are you some damn faggot or something? Well, I’m not, faggot, I’m str8! You know what? I don’t train faggots. I’ll see that you get a refund but the session’s over!”

     “I’m sorry, Luke. It was an accident. It won’t happen again.”

     “You’re damn right it won’t, faggot! Because you’ll never get another chance! Now get changed and get out! And don’t call me Luke, the name’s Mr. Samson!”

     “Yes, sir, Mr. Samson.” With that, I went into the changing room, to change, and also to decide how to bring this arrogant trainer down. How dare he reject me!

     I walked out of the changing room, and walked up to Luke.

     “Hey, I’m really sorry about before. Please accept my apology, Mr. Samson!”

     “You can go to Hell, faggot! Just get out of here, and I’ll see that you get your refund in the mail!”

     “You know, Mr. Samson, that workout made me thirsty. I see the blender over there. How about I mix us a nice protein shake? At least let me do that.”

     “Well, OK. The mix is under the counter. But be quick, I want your gay ass out of here!”

     I had some issues with arrogant muscle studs in the past, so I always carried some crushed up xanax in my bag to help even the playing field. I got two glasses down, and mixed the protein shakes in the blender. What Luke didn’t see was the crushed, powdered xanax that I added to the bottom of his glass. I then poured the shakes into the glasses, and walked up to Luke smiling as if I didn’t have a care in the world.

     “Here we go, I hope you like it, Luke!”

     “I told you, faggot, it’s Mr. Samson to you!”

     “I’m sorry, Mr. Samson. I do hope you like the shake.”

     “Yeah, not bad, faggot. At least your obese, gay ass is good for something!” I continued to ignore his taunts, knowing that soon the shoe would be on the other foot. Sure enough, within a couple of minutes, things began to change.

     “Hey, faggot, did you turn off the air conditioner? I’m feeling a bit warm.”

     “No, Mr. Samson, I’m actually a little cold.”

     “Fuck, man, I’m sweating like a pig. And the room’s spinning a bit. Did you put something in the shake?”

     “Now, how could I do that? We both are drinking the same shake. Well, except for the xanax in yours, Luke!”

    “WTF! You drugged my shake! Why, I ought to………” His voice trailed off as the drugs took full effect and he fell into my waiting arms. I laid him on the floor, and ran to my car to get some rope. Damn, it sure was lucky that their security system malfunctioned. Oh, did I mention that I work for their security company? LOL!

     I tied Luke in a hogtie, and then carried him to my car and put him in the trunk. I knew he’d be out for hours with the xanax in his system. Then I went back into the gym, and washed and dried the glasses. I didn’t want there to be any trace of xanax. I took his keys from his pocket, and went to his locker and removed all of his clothes and possessions. Then as I left the gym, I locked the rear door. Then I went to his precious Corvette, and unlocked the door, wearing my driving gloves, and put the keys in the ignition. I also put his clothes and possessions in the car. When they checked the car out the next morning, they’d think that he’d been jumped in the parking lot just as he was heading home. Then I jumped in the driver’s seat of my car, and headed west. I couldn’t take Luke to my place; there were too many neighbors. I had a cabin in Franklin Creek State Park, about 60 miles to the west, nestled in a hardwood forest. The nearest cabin was 5 miles away from mine.

     It took about an hour to reach the cabin. I unlocked the door of the cabin, and then went to the trunk, and found Luke still sleeping soundly. I dragged him into the cabin, and laid him on the bed. I undid the hogtie, and then bound him to the four corners of the bed. My, he looked so hot and vulnerable! But even sleeping, he still had a slight look of arrogance! Well, I’ll take care of that soon enough!

     First, I reached into his back pocket where I found his wallet. Aside from some money and credit cards, there were only two things in the wallet. First, there was a picture of him with his girlfriend. The name, Laura, was written on the back of the photo. How a hot, young guy like Luke could prefer the company of some dumb female to a hot man like me I never could understand! The second item was his Illinois driver’s license. It confirmed most of what I’d guessed. He was 28 years old and weighed 158 lbs and was 5’8” in height. I then waited for Luke to awaken and rejoin me in the land of the living, if only temporarily in his case. I looked again at the name on the license. Luke Samson! Well, well, I think that this Samson will be taken down by my Delilah! “HAHAHAHA!”

     I waited about another hour after we’d arrived and finally Luke began to stir.

     He awoke and tried to get up, but discovered he was bound to the bed. “WTF! What the HELL is going on?”

     Just then I stepped into view. I’d gone into the bathroom, and stripped, and now stood before Luke totally naked.

     “Dammit, Coldiani! Is this some kind of sick joke? Wait a minute, I remember. The last thing you said to me in the gym was that you’d put xanax in my protein shake. Now you listen, here, faggot! You better untie me! And then you better run, because once I catch your faggot ass, I’m going to tear you limb from limb! Do you hear me faggot?”

     “Oh, I hear you, Luke.” I let the name Luke sink in for effect.

     “Dammit, Coldiani! I told you, faggot, I’m Mr. Samson to you! Do you understand? NOW UNTIE ME!!!!”

     “No, I don’t think I will, Luke. You’re like so many muscle studs. You need a lesson in humility. You’re so proud of your physique. You studs are always putting guys down, so damn fucking arrogant! I wonder what Laura would say if she saw you now?”

     “Laura? How do you know about her? You keep her out of this, Coldiani!”

     “My, for a girl she is rather cute. She’s a brunette with green eyes, a little shorter than you, quite a looker if you’re into that! And please, call me John! After all, we’re going to get to know each other very well! What a cute picture of you.” I had started a fire in the fireplace and walked over and threw Luke and Laura’s photo into the flames.

     “Listen, you fat faggot! I’m gonna tear you limb from limb! Now, DAMMIT, UNTIE ME, COLDIANI!”

     “My, you look hot, Luke. Maybe you have too much clothing on. Let’s see if I can remedy that. Ah, here’s my switchblade. Perfect! Now, don’t move, I’d hate to cut you.”

     “Don’t you DARE cut my clothes off, you sick fuck! DAMN FAGGOT! DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH ME, DO YOU HEAR ME?”

     “Now, be reasonable, Luke. You’re tied to the bed. I can’t possibly remove your clothes without cutting them off. Besides, soon enough you won’t need them anyway.”

     While he thought of a reply, I began by removing his gym sneakers and socks. I took a big whiff of his sweaty feet once I’d freed them from their confinement. MMMMM. Heavenly!

     That immediately got Luke to kicking and trying to get loose. “You sick fuck, Coldiani! Leave my feet alone! I ain’t no faggot, although it’s a damn cinch you are! Just wait till they come looking for me. They’re gonna put you away for life, unless I get you first, faggot!”

     “Luke, how many times do I have to tell you, my name is JOHN? As for them looking for you, before you left the gym, you emptied your locker, and locked up tight. You got to your car, where you had put your stuff from the locker in the car, and your keys in the ignition. Then, some unknown person overpowered you and kidnapped you. By that time, I was long gone.”

     “You’re forgetting our security system. Everything is on tape!”

     “Nice try, but the system malfunctioned this afternoon. The nice lady at the desk called and told me that it had and asked if I wanted to cancel tonight’s session. I think she said her name was Laura. Oh, my! That’s where I saw her. The lady at the desk is your girlfriend! And she didn’t bother telling you about the security system! HAHAHAHA!”

     “I don’t believe you, you’re bluffing!”

     I played him the recording of Laura’s call. The color almost drained from his handsome face. I smiled, put down the phone, and picked up the switchblade. I made a cut up each sleeve, through to the neck and pulled the fabric away. Man, his biceps were so BIG! I spent about 5 minutes fondling them with my hands. Of course, Luke couldn’t keep quiet!

     “HELP! SOMEONE! I’M BEING HELD CAPTIVE BY A SICK FAGGOT!”

     “Oh, Luke, do keep screaming. I love the sound of your voice, and there’s no one within 5 miles of this cabin. You have heard of the Franklin Creek State Park? We’re deep in the forest there.”

     He looked up at me stunned, and for the first time I think he realized the seriousness of his situation. “What are you going to do to me, John?”

     “You’ve been a very bad boi, Luke! You need to be punished for being such an arrogant, narcissistic asshole. Now, for the rest of that shirt.”

     I took the blade and cut from the neck of the shirt to the waist. Then I pulled the ruined tee shirt away and tossed it on the floor with his socks and shoes. Oh, my! What a lovely set of pecs, and that six-pack was to die for. He had shaved his entire chest and stomach area, but I saw the beginnings of a nice pubic bush poking out from the top of his gym shorts.

     I couldn’t resist those pecs and those nipples. I immediately began to work those nipples, and my efforts were not in vain. Of course, Luke still protested! “Hey, Faggot! Leave my nipples alone! I told you, I AIN’T GAY!!”

     “You may not think so, Luke, but look at how your dick’s reacting! That snake is rising to the bait!”

     Luke looked down, and saw his 7”cock engorging and becoming erect. He couldn’t believe that another man could get him hard like this, and he broke down and cried! I brushed away his tears with my hand, and suddenly he began cursing me out again. “GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME, YOU FAGGOT! MAN, I’M GOING TO TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB WHEN I GET LOOSE!” He was writhing and shaking on the bed trying vainly to free himself.

     I smiled down at him and said, “Now, let’s see what those shorts are hiding, shall we!”

     “DON’T YOU DARE, FAGGOT! I FORBID YOU FROM GOING ANY FURTHER!”

     “You forbid ME? Let’s see you stop me, Luke!” And with that, I picked up the switchblade and began reducing his gym shorts to shreds. That left him only wearing his jock strap, which barely contained his ample package. Two more cuts and the strap, too, was relegated to the scrap heap. And what a nice package he had, too! His penis was partially erect. It probably had been 7 inches flaccid. And nestled to either side were two hen-sized eggs currently protected by a nice, full, dirty-blonde bush. I began to work his cock to get it fully erect. Luke closed his eyes as if he was trying to will himself not to get hard, but his cock had other plans. Soon, while Luke began crying and moaning, his cock began to respond to my gentle, erotic touches, and grew to an impressive 9 ½ inches!

     “My, Luke, you must be so proud! Look at your package!”

     He kept his eyes shut tight, and refused. “NO, FAGGOT! GIRLS GET ME HARD, NOT FAGS LIKE YOU!”

     I then grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head up. The pain caused him to open his eyes and see how his body had betrayed him. I released his head and he lowered his head back down and cried! I then went to a cabinet and returned to the bed, placing a can of shaving cream and a barber’s straight razor on the bed between his legs. He looked up through his tears and his eyes widened in fear. “What are you going to do now, faggot?”

    “Still not calling me John. Well, that will come in time, as will you. Luke, your last name is Samson, like the hero in the Bible. And like Delilah, I’m going to take away your strength by shaving you. Granted, I don’t have as much to work with, you have your hair cut short already, and you shave almost everywhere else. But you do have that nice bush protecting your balls. When I finish with you, you won’t have a hair anywhere on your body! Oh, I advise you not to move, this razor is extremely sharp! Now, shall we begin?”

     “DON’T YOU DARE, FAGGOT! I SWEAR I’LL KILL YOU IF YOU TOUCH ONE HAIR ON MY BODY, FAGGOT!”

     Meanwhile, I had begun to spread the shaving cream atop his head and all over his bush. I started with his head, but just then he yelled the above comment, and the razor slipped. “Oh, Luke! I told you to be still! Look what you’ve done! I’ve nicked you. Good thing I brought my styptic pencil. There, that ought to do it. Now, no more sudden moves. I don’t want you all bloody!”

     He apparently got the message, because he remained totally still while I finished removing his head hair. I also took his eyebrows for good measure. Then it was time to finish unveiling those delicious balls. “Remember, Luke, don’t move a muscle! I’d hate to make you a eunuch!”

    He must have realized the danger, because he stayed stock still while I reduced his pubic bush to nothingness. I took a damp cloth, and used it to wash him to remove hairs from where they’d landed on his body. Then I took a mirror, and held it up so that he could see how handsome he looked freshly shaved. Well, I thought it was an improvement. He didn’t seem to agree. “YOU BASTARD! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? I’M AS BALD AS A CUE BALL! I SWEAR YOU’RE A DEAD MAN, FAGGOT!”

     “My, I thought you’d appreciate the new you. Oh,well. Now, I think it’s time we got to know each other better, don’t you?”

     “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN, FAGGOT? I TOLD YOU, I AIN’T NO QUEER!”

     I ignored his rant, and instead grabbed his dick in my hands and began working it again. It had gone flaccid during the shaving, but a combination of working his dick and tits soon got him hard again. He was fighting it, but soon his hips began to gyrate. But just as they began, and I saw a drop of pre-cum on the tip of his dick, I stopped everything.

     “OH, MAN! WHY DID YOU STOP? I WAS JUST ABOUT TO CUM?”

     “But I thought you didn’t want to cum, Luke. You said you weren’t a queer! Of course, if you ask me nice, maybe I’ll let you cum. Would you like that, Luke?”

     “OH, MAN! MY BALLS ARE FULL OF JUICE! IT HURTS SO MUCH! DAMMIT, FAGGOT, I’VE GOT TO CUM!”

      “Now is that how you ask nicely? I don’t think so. Let’s try again.”

      Luke gulped and you could see the conflicting emotions on his face. Finally, he spoke up. “John, please let me cum. I really need to cum.”

     “That’s better. Is there something else you want to tell me, Luke?”

     “I don’t think so. What do you mean?”

     “Well, up until now you’ve been very abusive in your language to me. If you want me to let you cum, I think you owe me an apology.”

      That really got the emotions going. He struggled for a few minutes, but finally I saw a look of resignation cross his face. “You’re right, John. It was very mean of me to call you those names. I’m sorry. Please accept my apology.”

     I smiled triumphantly, I knew now that I’d broken Luke. “I accept your apology, Luke. Now, let’s get back to fun shall we?”

     I began again to work his cock and tits, and within a minute, he shot a copious load of cum that fell back upon both of us. I raised my cum-covered hands to his face, so that he could taste his own sweet cum. He fell back on the bed and cried like a baby!

     “Well, Luke, I’m sure that was awesome, but then again, I’m sure Laura’s jacked you off many times, so it’s not that different except it’s a man doing it. Now, I think you need to experience sex from Laura’s point of view.”

     “What do you mean, John?”

     “What do I mean? I mean I’m going to fuck you, Luke! I’ve thought of nothing else since we first met!”

     “OH, NO! NO FAGGOT’S DICK IS GOING UP MY ASS! YOU’RE OUT OF YOUR MIND, FAGGOT!”

     “Oh, dear, we’re back to your abuse and vulgarity. And we were doing so well. What a shame!”

     “Here, let me comfort you, Luke.” I then lay on the bed with my body on top of his, and gently wiping away the tears of shame from his eyes, with my dick leaking pre-cum onto his washboard abs.

     Luke looked up at me and asked, “John, why are you doing this? Why did you kidnap me?”

     “Luke, like so many gymrats, all your extra muscles do is increase your arrogance! You think that because you’ve been blessed with such a hot body, that other men trying to achieve that same goal are beneath you! You treat us with contempt! And you’re homophobic to boot! You simply can’t believe that a man can find another man attractive. Well, now you know that another man can get you sexually aroused. I’m tired of the Lukes of the world thinking they’re better than me. You aren’t! I’m every bit the man that you are, I just happen to love other men.”

     I went over to a chest in the room, and returned with a spreader bar. I attached the bar to Luke’s ankles, and then untied his legs from the bed.

     I then lifted the spreader bar, causing his legs to move up and out of the way, and give me a perfect opening to his ass so that I could align my dick with his virgin asshole. He had begun leaking pre-cum while I was talking, as had I, and I took a combination of our fluids to use as a lube. I then slowly eased my dick into his waiting and inviting hole. He cried out in pain at this ultimate invasion, but I soothingly told him to relax and let it happen. I could feel his sphincter at the tip of my dick, valiantly trying to prevent my entrance. I decided that the time was right, and with a sudden, strong thrust, I broke down the door to my prize!

     “OH, JOHN! THAT HURTS! TAKE IT OUT! YOU’RE GOING TO RIP ME OPEN!”

     “Such a baby! Is that what Laura said the first time you took her? You’re a big, strong man, now take it like one!”

     I then continued to fuck him, reaching up and jacking him off with my other hand. His initial screams of pain slowly turned into moans of pleasure and after about five minutes, he shouted out, “JOHN, I’M GOING TO CUM!”

    I told him to let it happen, and a few seconds later, I felt his ass clamp tightly around my dick, and we both came as one, me inside him, and he all over both of us. I shot several more loads inside him, and then finally pulled out and shot a final load all over Luke.

     I stood up, and walked over to the dresser and then came back with a pair of handcuffs and leg irons. Luke looked up at me confused. A minute ago, his face had been a mixture of pleasure and shame, pleasure at the feeling he got from me planting my seed inside him, and shame that he could ever feel that way about another man fucking him.

     “John, what are the handcuffs for?”

     “Well, Luke, I’ve got to bind your wrists behind your back, so that I can safely release you.”

     “But I won’t fight back, I promise!”

     “That’s what you say now, but once you’re free, your arrogant personality will kick in and you will attack me. Trust me, it’s better this way. Now, this drink will put you back to sleep for just about an hour, drink it, it’s safer for both of us.”

     By now, he was so humiliated and broken that his trust in me was complete. He willingly drank the drugged water, and was soon snoring peacefully. I quickly went to work, untying his arms from the bed, removing the spreader bar from his legs and then using the cuffs and leg irons to bind him anew. Just like clockwork, in about an hour, my sleeping beauty awoke.

     He looked at me groggily, and asked if I was going to release him. I told him that I wanted to, but was afraid he’d immediately go to the police and report the rape and abuse.

     “John, don’t worry. I’ve learned my lesson. This will be our secret, I’ll never tell a soul.”

     “I know you will, Luke. Now, let’s go, it’s time!”

     “But, John, what about my clothes. You cut them off me earlier, I’m still naked.”

     “Don’t worry, I’ve got some extra clothes in the car. It might not be a perfect fit, but it will do.”

     With that, I led him out of my cabin to a large cottonwood tree about 50 yards away. His eyes got as wide as saucers when he saw the stool beneath it, and the noose hanging from a branch about 10 feet up.

     “WTF!!! NO!!!!! FAGGOT, YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS, YOU CAN’T HANG ME!!! I WON’T LET YOU!!”

     “I’m sorry, Luke, but it’s the only way. Don’t you see what just happened? You’ve reverted back to your arrogant, homophobic self. If I released you, you’d either go straight to the police, or hunt me down yourself and I simply can’t allow either of those outcomes. Now, please, make this easy. Step up on the stool!”

     “NO FUCKING WAY!! YOU’RE CRAZY, FAGGOT!! YOU WANT TO HANG ME, YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TO DO IT YOURSELF!!!”

     “I hate when they make it difficult. I really thought we had a good thing going. But if that’s the way you want it, ok. BTW, did you notice your final resting place?” I pointed to a hole I’d dug while I was preparing for the execution. It was 6’ long by 6’ deep and about 4’ across.

     “YOU DAMN FUCKER, FAGGOT!! I’M NOT GOING TO ROT IN SOME HOLE IN THE WOODS!!!! NOW LET ME GO!!!!!”

     “I’m sorry, Luke, but I’ve already explained to you that isn’t possible. Now hold still while I noose you.”

     “NO FUCKING WAY, FAGGOT! YOU WANT TO HANG ME, I’M FIGHTING YOU ALL THE WAY, EVEN BOUND!!”

     “Very well, Luke, have it your way.” With that, I took a rope that was in the grave, and used it to tie him to the tree. This way he couldn’t fight back while I was getting the noose around his neck. He tried valiantly to struggle, but I soon had him noosed. Now, I just had to get him up on the stool. I untied him from the tree and began guiding his body toward the stool.

     “I TOLD YOU, FAGGOT!!!! NO WAY I’M STEPPING UP ON THAT STOOL!!!”

     “Oh, yes you are, Luke!” With that, I grabbed him around the waist; the stool was only a step away. I lifted him up and placed his feet on the stool. He hung his head in resignation; he knew that if he tried to jump off the stool, he’d only succeed in hanging himself.

     “Please, John. I’m sorry. Let me down. I don’t want to die. PLEASE!!” he said through loud anguished sobs.

     I looked up at him, and told him I accepted his apology. Then, I kicked the stool away.

          He fell about a foot, so he was hanging about 2-3 feet off the ground. The noose bit into his neck, and he began bobbing and spinning on the noose. His face slowly began to change color, from a healthy pale skin tone to a deeper pink. Luke’s mouth kept opening and closing like a fish out of water, trying but failing to get life-giving oxygen into his lungs. He even reminded me of a fish on a line, trying in vain to break the line and get free. After a couple more minutes, his face turned a deeper red and his tongue started to poke out between his sexy lips. His dick was slowly rising and was about halfway between flaccid and erect. A few more minutes passed, and his dick grew to its full erect length of 9 ½ inches. His face was blue with some darkening to purple and his tongue was now sticking out like that of a disobedient brat. Luke wasn’t the first man I’d hung, so I knew by the signs that he was close to dying. I always love hanging muscle studs. They spend all those years in the gym, and at the end all those muscles they’re so proud of can’t save them from the deadly embrace of the noose. His struggles had continued to lessen as the time passed. Suddenly, I saw his hips begin grinding, and then he froze for a second. The next thing I saw was his balls and dick clench, and he shot 4 or 5 impressive loads of cum, some shooting up to 6 feet away, with a few landing in the grave. I opened my mouth and was thrilled when I was able to catch and swallow some of his death cum. MMMMM! It was the best I’d ever had!!!   After shooting his cum, Luke’s penis grew flaccid again, and suddenly I saw a river of yellow piss flowing down his right leg. I knew then that Luke was dead. His head was hanging at an unnatural angle. I waited an hour, just to be sure, and then I climbed up in the tree and cut the rope, dropping Luke’s body to the ground.

     I climbed back down, and spent a few minutes fondling and caressing Luke’s body, but I knew that the sun would soon be up, and I had to get rid of the evidence. I went into the cabin, and put the remnants of Luke’s clothes and his wallet into the fire in the fireplace. Then I went back out. I still had to bury Luke. I left the noose around his naked corpse and dragged it to the grave. I rolled him in, and he landed face down, with that lovely ass facing me. I thought, “Damn! Why did he have to be str8?” Then I got a bag of lime, and poured it over his remains, hastening his decomposition. I was pretty sure he’d never be found, but if he was, I wanted to be sure that all that was found was a skeleton.

     As the first hint of dawn hit the trees, I left to return home. I hadn’t got far when my phone rang, it was Laura.

     “Hello, John Coldiani speaking.”

     “Mr. Coldiani, this is Laura from the gym. I got here this morning and found the gym locked up and no sign of Luke, your trainer and my boyfriend. His car is here, and his gym bag, but not him. Do you know what happened to him?”

     “Laura, I hate to be the one to tell you this. Luke got a call right after I got there at 8:45pm, and he told me he couldn’t do my session after all. He didn’t tell me what the call was about, but I’m embarrassed to say I heard his end. He was talking to a guy named Roger, and was trying to reassure him that he’d be right over to pay the money he owed Roger for some steroids he got from him! Naturally, I left right away.”

     “Luke, on steroids! I don’t believe it!”

     “I’m sorry, Laura, but that’s what I heard. Again, I’m sorry. I sure hope Luke is okay!”  And that’s how it ended. The police questioned me, but once I mentioned the phone call, Luke’s disappearance turned cold, with the official version being that another young guy in search of the perfect body had paid dearly for his addiction to steroids.