cardiomeat

[cardiomeat]

Boy toy

Jake slinked into the bedroom, ebony skin glistening under the dim lights. His hips swayed seductively to unheard music as he approached the waiting Jonas.

Jonas reclined on the king bed, his pale skin and auburn hair stark against the black satin. His emerald eyes smoldered with lust and anticipation. "Dance for me, pretty boy," he commanded.

Supple muscles rippling, Jake began a sensual striptease. His skilled fingers caressed his own body as he slowly peeled off his tight shirt. Keeping his shorts on to conceal a surprise, he teased Jonas with glimpses of what lay beneath.

"Please, I need to see all of you," Jonas breathed, already flushed and panting. "I'm aching to touch you, taste you."

Jake smiled coyly. He was in total control. Prolonging the torment, he ran his hands over Jonas' heaving chest and taut nipples. He could feel the man's racing heartbeat beneath his fingertips.

Finally, Jake slid his shorts down just enough to unleash his impressive manhood. Indeed, he was aroused by his power over the man. Jonas gazed at it hungrily, trembling with need.

"On your knees," Jake ordered. Jonas eagerly complied.

Savoring his power, Jake traced Jonas' quivering lips with the tip of his cock. The man was completely at his mercy, exactly as planned.

In one fluid motion, Jake whipped the silenced pistol from his waistband and clapped a hand over Jonas' mouth. Shock and betrayal flashed in those green eyes.

Two muffled shots to each lung slowly robbed Jonas of the breath to scream for help. Crimson bloomed across alabaster skin. Jake felt the terrified pounding of Jonas' heart give way to erratic flutters. His barrel followed the pulse, then delivered a final precise shot to the pumping life and finished the job.

Jake felt the man's heart stutter, defiled by lead and left to pump his life into open air. He zipped up and turned to leave, his mission complete. Behind him, Jonas slumped to the floor, choking on blood, the light fading from his eyes.