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It was a snowy December day, Itrapped walked next to Chance with boots instead of his black shoes but he didn't lose his elegance, a white shirt and a blue corset gave him that elegant touch he always had. Chance as usual was in his suit, accompanied by black gloves and a black scarf.
Chance talked nonsense as always, nonsense that Itrapped couldn't and didn't want to listen to... little by little they went into a forest, Chance simply followed Itrapped who had convinced him to go in with the promise of showing him a beautiful place, Chance simply accepted, he was so fond of the blond that he couldn't refuse.
Itrapped didn't want to show him a nice place, he wanted to kill him, finally kill him in a place so deep in the forest that his screams would never be heard.. he had imagined this for so long, he was so excited.. he knew his clothes would end up a mess but he had expected this so much that he didn't even care too much "Itrap? Are you listening to me?" Asked the one with the hat, Itrapped immediately came out of his thoughts "Oh, sorry Chancey, I was thinking about something.. can you repeat it for me?" Asked the blond, going along with it. Chance went back to talking about something that didn't even matter to him, much less if it came from that disgusting mouth.
Chance continued talking stupid things about casino gambling but his head was thinking something else.
Yeah, he was very fond of him, but he wasn't an idiot either. He had noticed him so strange these last few weeks that his instinct made him put his gun in his pocket with the 6 bullets loaded; he had a strange bad feeling.
When the cabins disappeared and they were so deep in the woods that his cell phone signal stopped working, Itrapped decided it was time.. his heart was pounding excited by the moment, he let Chance take a few steps ahead of him and took the small black knife called DarkHeart out of his pocket.. he couldn't help but smile.
The small sound of the sword alerted Chance, he wasn't an idiot to fall for a cheap trick, his instinct had been keeping him paranoid for days. He continued talking, slowly bringing his hand closer to his pocket until it touched the gun "Chance." The blond mentioned, trying to hold back the urge to stab him immediately "What's wrong Itrap?" Chance mentioned, turning around slowly. He hid the gun behind his back "I.. I hate your fucking voice, I hate your eyes, I hate your fucking rich thoughts, I hate your fucking casino, I hate that fucking hat, I hate every part of your fucking being! I don't give a shit about your daily life! Pretending to be your fucking friend was fucking hell, I would have rather rotted in the Banland.." Itrapped mentioned in a growl, clenching his fist around the knife "Itrapped.." Chance didn't know if it hurt or scared him, he took a step back.
"SHUT UP! YOU'VE GOT ME FED UP!" He raised the knife, bringing it directly towards Chance's face. He wanted to silence him, keep him quiet... his stupid voice had him fed up.
It didn't even manage to graze Chance skin. In a swift motion, Chance moved his hand from behind his back to the front and fired directly in the blonde's direction, without even aiming, leaving everything to simple luck. The deafening sound made them both close their eyes in pain. A pain-filled scream from Itrapped let him know he'd hit his target.
Itrapped's head hit the snow as he gasped in pain. The bullet had hit him directly in the chest, on the opposite side of his heart. Luckily, it didn't damage any vital organs, but enough to make him bleed profusely. His sapphire-colored eyes filled with tears, his crown simply rolled through the snow, moving a couple of centimeters away.
By his own plan, no one but chance heard his scream. The gray haired man opened his eyes seconds later gasping for air from the recent adrenaline, still in disbelief at what he had just done he sighed when he saw Itrapped's body lying on the ground, avoiding any movement because of the pain "you were going... were you going to kill me?" Chance mentioned, the weapon that caused the wound fell from his trembling hand impacting the snow. The blond couldn't even answer his question, the snow around him was beginning to turn red. Itrapped's smile was completely erased and he desperately brought one of his gloved hands to the wound trying to stop the bleeding.
Chance's gaze turned to the knife that had fallen beside him, black in color. "You were going to kill me with this, right?" Chance mentioned, taking the DarkHeart between his fingers. Itrapped tried to raise his head, the pain was so much that he screamed before hitting his head on the snow again. "Y-You're an idiot..t. S-Shit.." he growled at the constant pang of pain in his chest. his breathing was getting shorter and shorter. Chance frowned, he was somewhat upset by what he had just done but the fury of almost being killed was totally winning. "Your life depends on me now. I would recommend that you treat me well, It." He used that silly nickname again, Itrapped squeezed his eyes closed in pain.
"If you wanted to kill me.. then can I get revenge?" He mentioned, a smile forming on his face, a different way to take out his fury. "Chance, I-I'm ble-bleeding out.." Itrapped growled, his eyes filling with more and more tears. Chance ignored his complaints, he watched Itrapped for several seconds. Itrapped now sobbed helplessly from not being able to do anything "Chance, pleasw.." he begged, he didn't want to die, he really didn't expect this.
an idea came to chance's brain, he had imagined this so many times.. not exactly like this but worse was nothing right? "I really love you so much Itrapped, we could have been a great couple.. I was going to ask you to be my boyfriend for Christmas but I think you'll say no hehe.." he mentioned with a smile, Itrapped was in so much pain that he only responded with a couple of gasps "I wanted to taste your body so much, let me use you like a fucking dog for your pleasure." Chance mentioned, blood now staining Itrapped's hand like a horror scene. Chance's hand went to the blond's black pants, exactly to the part of the buckle of his belt beginning to unbuckle it quickly. The expressionlessness of his face was beginning to scare Itrapped "Chance.. what the fuck are you d-doing?" He growled squeezing the skin that now burned around the embedded bullet.
"I'm going to try you."
"W-what?"
He thought he had heard wrong, that the adrenaline of the constant pain was playing a trick on him... his hand stuck to the cold snow was shaking, he didn't know if it was from the cold or because of the pain... He realized he had heard perfectly when his pants began to come down, his shoes were removed and now his legs hit the cold snow... his body trembled, a white sigh came out of his mouth showing how cold the environment was.
Chance couldn't help but smile at her white underwear with a blue bow. He turned to see her face, it was a combination of embarrassment and pain. Her flushed cheeks were adorable even in this situation. His heart was still racing from the recent adrenaline. He brought his hand to Itarpped's crotch, his cock tensing making him laugh. "Chance, p-please.. take me to the hospital, I swear I'll let you do whatever you want after that, please.." He mentioned, begging desperately, his heart beating faster and faster because of the adrenaline. "What do you mean you won't tell the doctors everything as soon as we get there? I'll be in jail for just avoiding my death. I'd rather avoid that problem for now." He mentioned with no expression on his face, his hand beginning to pull down his underwear that barely covered his cock, the blue bows making it look like it was a gift. Itrapped's limp cock was released, his buttocks hitting the cold snow. His eyes filled with tears, tears of pain fueling Chance's desire to taste him.
Chance ungloved hand approached Itrapped cock, beginning to masturbate him up and down quickly "It is agreed that this is happening because of you, It." Chance mentioned, Itrapped clenched his fist against the snow. He felt so helpless to have to agree with him. He felt his body getting weaker and weaker, he felt so stupid and disgusted by the situation, small moans came out of his mouth at the stimulation of his cock that quickly hardened. Chance smiled, finally removing that expressionless face. That smile that Itrapped hated so much, the cold environment only helped the sensations
"You're a fucking ba-bastwrd.." He mentioned squeezing his eyes, Chance smiled.. desperate to start his journey.. he removed his hand from Itrapped's cock, bringing it closer to Itrapped's mouth, he raised his index and middle finger and hit them against his lips "Open that little mouth, bitch" Chance mentioned, with his free hand still with his glove he took off his glasses leaving him on the snow. He needed to appreciate this with clear eyes. Itrapped opened his mouth slowly, Chance put a couple of his fingers inside his mouth completely invading it.
He caressed his palate, causing discomfort to the aching blond, his tongue moving desperately around the invader... his nails scraped the roof of his mouth and he could do nothing to stop it... he pulled his already drooling fingers out of his mouth, saliva staining his chin a little, Ittrapped he couldn't stop crying... his body trembling with pain and cold at the same time... his hand covered in his own blood. It was nothing like he imagined.
Chance brought his fingers closer to Itrapped's tight anus with total determination, feeling the cold fingers brush against his entrance made him shudder which caused pain in his wound at the same time. Chance inserted both fingers at the same time. Itrapped's spine tensed again causing him to squeal in pain as he felt the bullet moving inside him. Chance began to move his fingers in a scissoring motion and simulating thrusts trying to lubricate and open the blonde's insides a little. "Chance, stop" Itrapped begged but was simply ignored. Small involuntary moans of pleasure came from his mouth. "You're a f-fucking son of a bitch Chance.." Itrapped growled, the fingers were suddenly pulled out of him making him gasp.
"You're so sweet when you moan." Chance licked his fingers as they just came out of his anus, while with his other hand he desperately removed his belt. The sun was beginning to set, he would have to hurry. The image of Chance licking his fingers after putting them in him was disgusting, he totally hated it. If he was going to die, he didn't want to die being raped by this animal.
Chance unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He didn't take them off, he didn't want to freeze to death in the cold snow like Itrapped. He pulled his boxers down a little, enough to pull his already hard cock out of that prison, the contact with the cold air made him shiver. He took Itrapped's trembling legs and moved them to the side, letting Itrapped's ass rest on his thighs. He brushed his cock against the blond's entrance, the cold head rubbing against his hot entrance. "You're g-going to fucking hell, Chance! I swear I'll kill you!" He growled through a desperate cry. Chance was about to enter but a perverse idea came to his head. "Are you listening to me!?" He brought one of his hands to Itrapped's bleeding chest, completely ignoring his words, he took the blond's hand that was squeezing the wound and moved it away.. "Chance w-what the fuck.." The blond growled, when he felt Chance put his damn finger into the bullet wound touching his inner skin making him scream in pain, his face full of tears of pure pain. Blood began to come out of it once again, Chance took a bunch of blood in his hand and spread it on his own cock.. Itrapped hand squeezed his wound again trying to stop the bleeding in vain.
"I'll use your blood as lubricant... isn't that a great idea?" Chance mentioned with that winning smile on his face, Itrapped had a huge desire to strangle him... The pain didn't allow him to speak, only the sound of crying came out of his mouth... his breathing accelerated, he felt like he was going to faint... Chance suddenly entering his anus woke him up, he let out a loud moan of pain and pleasure at the same time... in truth the blood made the movement easier but it didn't reduce the pain for Itrapped... although he wasn't even close to being a virgin, it had been almost a year without having sex...
He didn't even expect an adaptation, he began to move mercilessly.. from Itrapped's mouth moans and gasps did not stop coming out "GET OFF ME!" He growled, Chance was more than fascinated by the scene.. Itrapped at his total mercy under him "Stop this! You fucking son of a bi-bitch~!" He mentioned between moans and tears that only increased Chance's desire, who smiled between moans every time their skin collided.. "Don't be so cocky, my love~" He mentioned in a tone that infuriated Itrapped even more.
The thrusts began to get faster and deeper quickly, hitting Itrapped prostate several times, who could do nothing but babble and moan "Stop! Please!~" He mentioned between whimpers and babbles, because of the thrusts the blood continued to spurt out "Chance I'm g-going to bleed to death!" He mentioned between a long moan. Chance hands tightened against Itrapped hips, the sound of their skin clashing became evident. A moment that should have been nice and pleasant was being torture for the blond.
A couple more thrusts and Itrapped ended up cumming on his own chest encouraged by the overstimulation of his prostate, Chance laughed at this "How can you cum being so humiliated? You love it~" He mentioned, Itrapped was exhausted, sore and mentally tired from the constant humiliation his vision was beginning to get blurry.
Chance didn't stop there, he kept thrusting as hard as his body allowed, until he released his seed deep into Itrapped's anus after a long, pleasure-filled gasp. Feeling the flakes falling on his nose made him know he had to leave soon, the temperature would start to drop and he didn't want to be lost in the woods in the middle of the night. He hoped the last drop of semen remained inside Itrapped before he left him, the pinker semen followed him "Idiot, a-asshole, bastard, animal, spoiled, son of a bitch... I'm going to k-kill you" He mentioned with his eyes full of tears, he didn't even have the luxury of begging anymore. Humiliated and bleeding, he didn't expect to die like this.
While Itrapped made a futile attempt to hurt him, Chance pulled up his pants and put on the glove that was now in the snow. He adjusted his glasses and took one last look at Itrapped, he could never forget that sight.
Him blonde hair stuck in the snow, him sapphire eyes filled with tears that made them shine even more, those beautiful lips covered in him own saliva, him chest full of blood and semen, him ass red from constant contact with the snow and full of semen and blood... Chance couldn't be happier.
He crouched down next to Itrapped, the blond did his best not to even look at him. Chance took him by the chin, forcing him to look at him. "What the fuck do you want?" His voice was getting weaker with every passing second. Chance kissed him, a cold kiss full of minimally reciprocated feelings, it was quite long, almost like a goodbye kiss, long enough to leave them both panting. "You're s-sick.." The blond mentioned between gasps, Chance just let his head fall back into the snow. He got up, brushed the snow off his pants and smiled.
"See you in hell, Itrapped."
He began to walk in the same direction they had entered the forest. Trapped, when he saw that he was really leaving he began to despair. Although the only thing he could see at this moment was a gray figure moving away, his senses were beginning to fail.. chance just ignored his pleas, humming to avoid hearing him.
"Chance, please come back."
"Chance! I don't want to d-die, please!"
A ringing in his ears along with a pain in his head made him groan.
"I don't w-want to die like this!
"I can't die without them knowing! T-They'll think I abandoned them! Please!"
The blond cried out through tears, his breathing becoming slower and slower, and it was becoming harder and harder. He tried to turn around as best he could, resisting the pain and the urge to faint. Now his chest hit the snow, his hair full of snow now resting on his back. His trembling hands began to struggle to drag his body through the snow, the new flakes colliding with his hair.
A trail of red remained in the small space traveled, it wasn't very long, Ittrapped simply fainted from the pain and lack of blood just a couple of meters later, really his last thought was "What will Ellernate and Caleb think when they find out I died like this?" He felt disappointed in himself.
Chance arrived home safely and lay down in bed, thinking about what had happened. Did he really regret anything? He didn't know, but not seeing Itrapped again might make him a little sad. Besides, he knew he was practically doomed to jail if the body was found.
Almost 5 days later, a park ranger found the body of a blond-haired man beginning to be covered by snow with signs of severe hypothermia. His lips were purple and his skin a very pale blueish tone. He appeared to have a bullet wound to the chest and quite a bit of blood and semen under the snow. If he hadn't been found, he would have spent the summer buried in the snow without decomposing.
The case was brought to the police for alleged murder and abandonment of the body. The cause of death was hypothermia, accompanied by a lack of blood in his system that apparently caused him to lose consciousness. Apparently, the body had been raped before dying, and with the semen at the scene, they found the culprit.
Chance never denied it, and was jailed and sentenced to 15 years in prison for murder and rape.