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From now on this will be my main posting site. Most of the images will come with a story.
I'll start with an Indian raid on a Great Plains family farm or homestead.

It is early morning and the boys are returning to the cabin for breakfast after tending to the animals in the barn. There is the swish of arrows and loud thuds as they hit the targets.


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There is a book about the Comanche Indians and Cynthia Ann Parker who was kidnapped from Fort Parker, Texas about 1856. The book is Empire of the Summer Moon. There is much information about their raids and brutality of them. What you see in my "raid" series is built on stories from the book.

The wife and daughters in the cabin are preparing breakfast and have no idea that the others are dead or dying.


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Three of the young braves are told to destroy the males they have killed while the rest rush into the cabin.


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The Indians take everything they can for trade, even the young kids were integrated into the tribe or sold or traded to the traders. Before they went to the Oklahoma reservation (the Comanche) about 1870 the new raids were for revenge and hostages were not taken. Clothing is part of what they take.

There will be no reply from George or the boys. The young Indians are watching the rapes.


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Marilyn is panicking. She knows what happens to raided families. She need George's help now. The girls a screaming in terror.


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The Indians are laughing and having fun. Of course they have no idea what she is saying. Their fun is in raping and killing the whites.


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I am drawing these together from two different Indian raids so names might be changed.

Chief Quhuana, the son Cynthia Ann Parker who was taken years ago from Ft. Parker, orders the young braves to bet back to their business outside.


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Each has their own to mutilate, not such bad duty.


Any chance these girls get stabbed in the cunts?


She sort of gets stabbed in the cunt. I will include it.


Meanwhile Georgie doesn't have the problem his sisters do. He is not even complaining.


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The message in current history is how badly we massacred the Indians. Truth is there if you look for it. Both sides did their thing.


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The standard mutilations continue on Georgie. He just lets the Indian cut him up.


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It was a neat, clean opening. Why not get of in it?


I know that some of you won't like this. Like, it is not what you really want. But, Indian raids are a fetish of mine. Remember cowboys and Indians as kids' games. As I got older, the game changed to stripping the "dead". At that age, we had no idea what happened after that.

As I said before, I am combining two Indian raiding series so there will be a slight difference in characters, not the Indians. Also to the CGI guys, the lighting, touch up from Photoshop and rendering have improved.


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Back in front of the cabin, sixteen Indians have been raping the females. The job, now is to kill and butcher them with the others. The cabin is being looted by a squaw.

Quhuana is challenging anyone to bet him on who can hit the woman in the eye with an arrow from twenty paces. The bet is a horse. Two take him up on the bet. The Comanche loved to gamble.


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An arrow through the shoulder pinned her to the cabin wall and the game started. To make things worse for her a brave pushed his spear up her cunt.


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"I need my spear back."


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What happened to the youngest daughter who was balled up in pain the last time we saw her?


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He skull was smashed in with a tomahawk.


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They were taken to the side of the cabin with the father and sons.


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Carol had no idea that she was the only one in the family who was still alive. She was about to see the carnage.


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Now the serious cutting, scalping, eye gouging and gutting would begin. They hunted for their food. They new how to cut game up. These were just white people that they wanted to force to leave their hunting grounds.


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Carol's brain exploded with the pain from the knife cutting through her neck. As she blacked out her only thought was that her naked body would be part of the family pile of flesh that she was staring at.


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Nothing unusual, just another raid on a white family. Imagine the mother watching this happen to her children. Her husband had returned with the older son Justin from cleaning up the mutilated bodies of the neighbors two days ago. He cried most of the night in fear that it could happen to his family also. She too was terrified and knew that they had to prepare to leave. But, they waited too long. After seeing her youngest daughter have her head split open, the arrow crushed her eye. What could have been a worse death for a mother of four children.


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The governor of the area was named Chivington. He ordered a massacred family to be displayed on the boardwalk in Denver by the recruiting table. It was effective. They recruited over 500 new volunteer soldiers who were then involved in the Sand Creek Massacre. These were not the Indians who had killed the settlers, they had a new treaty with the US Government. The volunteers raped and killed and butchered old men, women, and children. The braves were out hunting.


The next few postings will be images developed from Indian raids and then I will not return to the subject unless urged to by my viewers.


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Here is a picture of the family that I joined up with.


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Quhuana directs the squaw to recover the arrows and take off the clothes.


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She follows orders.


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Another family, another tribe.


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Could it get worse?


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Part of a newer series.


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I'll skip through.


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Quickly naked.


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I like this one. Dead and alone.


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Comanche placed the eyes around a scene looking at it.


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His bride to be.


WOW, my files are full of Indian massacres. I must have some kind of fixation there.


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Change story. He has a friend over. They sleep in the barn and are called to breakfast. They don't make it.


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Raped sister is brought out from the cabin.


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I even erased many Indian files several years ago when I quit with a guilty conscience. So, that is it for Indian Raids. Much of my work after restarting has changed to mostly boys and young men. I might post The Ad next. An amusing story of two boys answering an add at cdg to play dead for an hour with someone they didn't know and their own age.

Maybe next week. Have visitor this weekend.


Good to see these back (as I wrote below). Interesting that you erased some of them in relation to a guilty conscience. The ones I had collected at the time suffered the same fate. That will not happen again.

Sad that there are no more lurking in storage somewhere but we look forward to seeing more of your new direction.


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The Ad

I just graduated from high school, and turned eighteen last month. On my own and with the help of some friends, I have been able to find all the gore and killing sites on the internet. As boys, we love it. The Sri Lankan's with the Tamil Tigers, the Mexican cartels against each other, the recent ISIS be-headings of dead and alive were what we looked for. In South America, Asia, Africa, the Philippines, all over the world in the non-Western countries, people's dead bodies are being stripped naked and abused. Even the Germans in WWII stripped the Jews naked when executing them.

But, we are shy and immature, afraid to approach each other to play “dead” games to experience it ourselves. Horrors, that we might be dubbed “gay”. When the lights are out and I imagine what I want to dream while going to sleep, it is always that I am killed, stripped naked and abused, even chopped to pieces with an ax by Mexican boys. The fixation was so intense that I even thought about seeking help, but was too embarrassed to ask my parents.

There was a site I found called Cute Dead Guys. It was obviously supported by gays with the fantasy of playing dead. I found an ad for any young man over eighteen to participate in a “play dead” game. It said if one lived in the greater Los Angeles area, he could apply. Bingo! 'The participants will be young, 18 or over, handsome, and not know each other. At least two will have to play dead after drawing cards to decide. Those remaining, depending upon the response will have full control over the “dead”. The rules of the game are simple: no pain, no feces, no disfigurement, like marking or hair cutting, must remain within the room confined. The winners can do anything else they want to the losers, anything. And, you have to play dead for one hour. Reply to, and attach a bust photo.'

I was shaking as I keyed in the email address. 'I am eighteen. I live in West Los Angeles and would like to participate' signed Robert. Attached is a photo shot.


I know that some like to read the text and follow the story. It does add meaning to the illustrations. I can't do this one all at once, each posting takes some time.


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The answer was immediate with a phone number and reference to Mr. Wilson. I replied. He sounded younger than I had expected. A date was set and he would inform me of the address and time by email. It came the next morning, just four days away, a Wednesday, July 13th. Nothing else planned, nothing else would be planned.

Finally, the day came. Mother saw that I was nervous at lunch. My 'appointment' was at 1:30. “You appear nervous, jumpy.” she stated. “What's bothering you?”

I was trying to act normal; but I was nervous. I answered the best I could, “Mom, this is big for me. I am going away to college. I may never live at home again. If I marry and have a family, how am I going to support them? It is just scary looking forward.”

“We all felt that way at your age. It is a big responsibility that you have to meet maturely and confidently.” She touched my hand. “What are you doing this afternoon?”

“Some of us are meeting at the athletic field at UCLA to play softball. I'll be back by four or so.”

Leaving the room, she remarked, “Have a good time.”

“I always do.” I answered. Nothing now between me and Mr. Wilson's house. Actually, he lived across Sunset Blvd. in the Bel Air area on Bellagio Road, maybe a mile away. I had my own car, an old red Honda Civic. I left at one-fifteen and knew through Google Maps exactly where it was and what driveway to turn into. It turned out to be near the Bel Air Country Club golf course. Old, two story sort of mansion with four tall chimneys. I parked in the circular gravel drive and rang the door bell. Mr. Wilson answered. He was young, maybe in his thirties. “Good to meet you, Robert. We will be having our game in the basement play room. It is around back.” He led me around the house to a stairway leading down under it. Really nice, well kept yard. No other houses were visible. Tall trees kept the property isolated. He led me down and unlocked the door, turning the lights on. “Two others will be joining us shortly. One that you will be dead with and one who is going to have control of the two of you. Have you ever done anything like this before?”

Gulp, “No, sir.”

“I can imagine that you are pretty nervous and excited about what might happen to you?”

“Yes, sir. Very nervous.”

The basement was like a nice, large room, with a pool table as you entered and a lounging area at the other end.

“We'll be down here. No one will disturb or hear us. Don't worry about spoiling the carpet or furniture, I have a steam cleaner that makes it like new and sterilizes also. I mention that because I don't want you to worry about anything. ”

Thinking, 'I'll be naked in here for an hour with another boy, and Mr. Wilson will be watching, touching? I don't know... What does he mean by anything? He might have to use a steam cleaner to clean up after me? Shit, this is scary.' I pictured myself naked, laid out on that shaggy blue carpet and a chill went through me. Would I get a boner? Would they make me cum? I don't know. Maybe I will be too scared.'


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While reading a biography of Harry Truman, I found an interesting fact that Yankee soldiers had come into Missouri, near Kansas City to kill all males over eleven that they could find. Having found more about the incident, females were raped when they were involved with killing the men and boys. They has also had gone into Kansas. The series linked to, here, is a take off on what could have been done in committing these, war crimes.


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This story is strictly fiction. A young heir with nothing to do wants to kill two kids who venture on to his property at times.


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Mr. Wilson stopped me, here. “Alright, Robert, this is your last chance to say 'no'. If he also gives his final permission another boy will be playing dead with you. He is a high school graduate, like you, and answered the ad on cute dead guys. Another boy will be handling you. It is his reward for having twice gone through what you will be experiencing. He is white, nineteen and a freshman at UCLA. His name is Richard. Remember, one hour. You two will probably be stripped naked by Richard and what happens after that is up to him, and him alone. I also will have access to you if I want.


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I stared at him for several seconds, my mind warning me what a horrible situation I was placing myself into.

“Alright, let's do it.” I heard myself say. A chill ran through me again. Mr. Wilson said I would be naked.

“It is your word. Take a seat on the couch, down there, Robert. The others should be here in a few minutes.”

I walked down to the couch and waited.


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The boy, young man named Roy Daily, who would be my partner also answered the ad at Cute Dead Guys and sent a picture that was a little more forward than mine. Of course I hadn't seen it.



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And the other boy was coming down. I heard him being asked if he had done anything like what was planned. He was answering the same as I had. He looked my age, maybe older. It was hard to tell. I had never seen him before. He was about my size, lighter skinned, darker hair. My mind was unwilling to think about what we might have done to us. I kept thinking that we would be stripped naked and be messed with. But, what if it was just setting us around and taking pictures? Deep down, I knew some weird things might happen to me and that I shouldn't have been doing that. I was masturbating. Did he beat off? Would they take it that far? Maybe try and do that to both of us. The shot directed at what? Into what? Shit, yes. Crap!


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I reached out my hand to shake his and said, “My name is …....” “Quiet!” said Mr. Wilson. “You are not to touch or talk to each other. Sit down, Roy.” That was chilling, firm, demanding. We withdrew our hands and he sat apart from me.


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“There is a boy living here temporarily who has done this twice before. In fact, he was sitting on the couch just where you are, Robert, his first time. You two will play dead, as he did. Again, his name is Richard. He will have full control of you two for an hour. You won't see him now. You will die first. When you are dead, your eyes will remain closed and you will be totally relaxed, as relaxed as you can possibly make yourselves. Anything that is done to you, whether you approve or not, must be ignored while you remain limp and unresponsive to the situation. Is that clear with you, two?” I nodded and I saw movement from my partner. “If you do not obey the rules, and you have already agreed, pain is erased from the forbidden. You will be tied up and you don't want to find out the rest, so obey the rules. Of course, Richard had been stripped of his clothing both times; and. I suppose that he will do the same to you two after you 'die'. Any part of your body will be open to examination, penetration, and caressing. Are you ready?”


The other said, “Ugh, okay.”

I said, “Yes, sir.” again. This was getting too close. I felt like running. The suspense was incredible. The other guy turned and looked at me again, and our eyes connected. My gosh, he looked absolutely terrified. I felt that way also. Could he see it in me too? If only we could talk, agree to things.

“I am going to deal you out a deck of cards. The queen of spades will be the first to die. Just collapse where you are sitting. The next one will will have ten seconds to figure out how he wants to die, on the couch, the floor over the other. Ten seconds. I will count down. Richard will be down right after that. Ready?” ….I said “Okay, he nodded.”

“We begin.”


Hello, has anyone continued with my new thread? It would be nice to know. The silence is deafening.


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I found this picture at DFN, I know that right now your not into female rape and snuff. But could you do something with this hot cutie?


Interesting that I have been thinking about combining that picture with a German woman who wants me to do something to her at 12. She sent photos and is maybe slightly plumper and the face can be manipulated to resemble her with her weak chin. She wants to be shot with someone, like WWII. We'll see.


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Mr. Wilson moved the coffee table away and we alternately picked a card from the top of the deck. I started with a six of spades he, the jack of diamonds and it kept going, back and forth. Mr. Wilson scattered the used cards around the couch as he continued.


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The deck was almost finished when I drew the queen of spades. I was involuntarily shaking as I fell over sideways onto the couch. Now it was up to my partner, how he wanted to die. But, he wasn't moving.


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Mr. Wilson began to count slowly, “One, two, three, four,...” My head was resting against his thigh...still, he was frozen, he couldn't figure out what to do...five, six, seven...he stirred as if to move...eight, nine, TEN. To late, no choice for him. Hesitation, then he rolled toward me and draped over me, bent forward with his arm under my chin, my head trapped between his thigh and chest. What's wrong with me, the smooth skin inside his arm against my chin, thrilled my groin. How could that simple contact mean anything. It never had before. We were sort of connected to each other. There, we were both committed, but how far would they take us. For the first time, I wondered if what we were doing was legal. Hmm. My erection was already in anticipation.

For years I have tried to dream of being dead like this, even with another person. In my imagination, I was always naked. The game had we know that there is no quitting, regardless.

I could hear steps coming down into the basement. “I set my i-Phone for one hour to marimba.” A lower voice. He was older. And still, it wasn't a man's mature voice.

The answer, “Good.”

“Gosh, they are pretty boys, really handsome. We lucked out big time today, George.”

His face was hanging close to mine. I could hear his breathing and smell his warm breath. Sharing breath with each other was kind of intimate. It was different. I hadn't been that close to anyone's face the I can remember. And, then it occurred to me that I might have to smell more of him. What if my face is in his crotch. I showered today. Did he? Then I realized that the wrong smells could be horrible! Damn, anything? They could put my nose against his ass hole! No, they ... No?


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“They are yours Richard. Go to it and I'll help you when you ask.” Here it comes.

“Okay, I'll lay them out on the carpet, here, side by side, and see what we have.”

“Right, I'll watch.” replied Wilson.


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I was pulled away from Roy. He slid off the couch to the floor. He grunted as he plopped the last foot or so to the rug. I ended up laid out on my back.


Welcome m8! Your work is awesome! 2bad the comanche didn't surprise the family having incestuos sex! :) But im sure your art holds many surprises 4 us! ;) Gj m8!


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Gee, I was sensitive. My left elbow was touching his right elbow. They talked.

That kid Robert doesn't really look to be eighteen.” Richard said.

“He says he is, but who is going to do anything about it if he isn't. He came to us.” I know, I was eighteen last week, why this eighteen shit. 'Okay, forget it, do something.'

“I wonder if he even has pubic hair. In fact, Roy, there doesn't look much older, just a little bigger.”

“So strip them, Richard, let's see what we have.” It was like an electric shock that started in my groin and ran up my dick. Everything I was afraid of and hoped was about to happen. I hadn't expected a reaction like that within me. Of course I have pubic hair. The sensation down there confirmed that my woody wasn't going to fade out. I hadn't even consider getting an erection during this. From the time I saw Roy, and it began to stiffen, I knew it would be a part of the play. 'Shit, that will be embarrassing.'

“I remember when that happened to me a year ago. I could hardly stand it and still played dead.” Richard added. “What is it inside of us that draws us to allow humiliations to be committed upon us.”

George, “Roy really looks nervous. Why don't you do Robert first and let Warren stew in his 'juices'?”

“Thanks, George, for letting me do this to them. It is a life time desire to have complete control over a couple of attractive young men.”


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Richard commented, “Sure, I'll sit here and watch.” Richard pulled my shirt out from under my jeans. There was no question about it now. I would be naked. And quickly I was from the waist up. My arm pits were exposed. That felt like an unpermitted invasion of my privacy. I know it sounds silly. I could feel the cooling in them as the nervous perspiration evaporated. My dick was feeling tight. I had lost any control of it. My left arm lay across the face of Roy. I could feel the his warm breath against my wrist and the softness of his lips under it. My senses were in high gear. I was hard, as hard as it could get. Shit!


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After quickly removing my shoes and socks. My feet cooled as the light perspiration duplicated the feeling at my arm pits. He opened my belt and unclasped my pants. As he pulled down the zipper the knuckle of his finger pushed against the underside of my erection. No one has ever touched that but me. I was pushing hard against my cotton briefs.


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“I remember this feeling when you were removing my clothes, George. One feels helpless. He doesn't even know where we are storing his clothes.

'I know.' I thought. 'I do feel helpless.' And, I couldn't wait to see what's coming.

Mr. Wilson said, from the left of me, “Well it looks like we have a full boner, here, no stiff weenie.” He had a deep chuckle. “Finish it. Our boy is ready to go!”

Why, deep inside of me do I want to be embarrassed and exposed to people I don't even know. One that I haven't even seen, the one undressing me. It would be polite to let me keep my briefs on. I know it is not going to happen. God, my ears were burning up.


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The scary pause....


"The Ad" is shaping up very well. The tension is great and the pics really enhance the story line - or maybe it is the other war round. No matter. I love it.


Thanks for the comment. It means that some people must be paying attention. I will continue. It gets interesting.


This is amazing :D


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Then what? Roy will be naked too. After his comment, the jeans were swept from me. I was only in my briefs but they stopped, were quiet and I assume just staring at my body. (They sure were, transfixed by it.) He immediately learn over me and slid the elastic band under my butt, then lifted the front over my boner, which was now standing fully erect. I had played with it that way so many times. I knew exactly what they were looking at.
The guy Richard was touching it, squeezing it, fondling my balls. I guess this was the first time in my life that I was truly violated. How could it be a violation? I came here offering myself and expecting exactly this to happen. I didn't react. I was letting him do what he wanted to me. Hmm, it felt fantastic, but his fingers were cold.


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“Beautiful. He is absolutely beautiful.” Richard said, as I felt his hands glide from my chest to belly. “His skin is like a baby's, totally smooth.” Now, the erection was beginning to throb. Hoping, 'Come on you guys, get my partner stripped.' I felt stupid here lying naked all alone.


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“Okay, time to work Roy over. I wonder if he knows what is lying next to him?” Richard reached over me and pulled Roy's right arm to my body and directed his hand to my erection, setting it down over it. Now there are no holds barred. I knew then that I might end up having his in my mouth. I smiled inside. Always wanting to do that, I couldn't wait. Shit, no one had ever touched that until today but me. Had Roy ever touched another boy, there, before? Hmm. I had found stuff like this all over the internet, straight porn, girls together, guys together. Why do the schools and church and parents say it is evil and immoral. They had to have fun making babies, didn't they? And what difference does age make if you are not forced to do it. And who should even care which partner someone wants to play with? The whole subject of sex doesn't make sense to me. Yet, two of us, unknown to each other, are willing to have strangers introduce us to a sex game, if you want to call it that.


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As soon as Roy's hand made contact with Robert's erection, his innocence was broken. A sexual encounter had occurred. How far would Richard take them on the first hour of adventure. Richard removed the hand after the first quick touch. I was wishing that he had left it when it was obvious that he was starting to remove Roy's clothing. His bare arm fell across my shoulder. Richard was moving around him. The men were chatting.


Mr. Wilson, “Except for Roy's fairer skin and being slightly taller, I'll bet their bodies are a match. No big differences like we had that time with the fat kid and the other one who didn't get it up.”

Mr. Wilson was going through my pants. “Here's Robert Matheny's ID. Hmm. He was eighteen a week ago and graduated from University High in West LA. I wonder if he will be going to college?” Yes, I will be going to college, UC Santa Barbara. But, so what?

“When you get Roy's pants off, toss me his wallet also, just to be sure before you uncover the rest of him.”

I could hear Richard remove Roy's shoes. I never thought the there was a typical sound made when removing shoes. His shirt was being pulled off, his right arm flopping against me as it was pulled out of the sleeve. Good, I will not be lying here naked alone. Should that matter?


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“What's good here is that they are both virgins. Watch them both blush when we do certain things to them.” Richard answered. Then a slight pause. “We are only eight minutes into this. It must seem like the hour is almost up to them.” I thought Roy was about to lose his pants. “There's the bulge. Looks like we are on track here also.”
While Richard was working on Roy's pants our bare toes were touching, his arm was resting across my face. Looks like we are getting there. It was hard being patient. Just those subtle contacts were driving me wild. I wanted all of him.


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Mr. Wilson, “Well look at that. We have another eager dick trying to get out.” Roy's briefs were bulging as mine had when they were teasing me about it. Good I was dying to see it, feel it, anything.


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His pants brushed past my foot and I was jostled slightly as he removed the underwear.
“Well, that's it.” Mr. Wilson said, “Ta-da, two two examples of perfection in the flesh.”


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Now I was getting confused. Is this all he wanted, us naked so they can take photos? There has got to be more to it. Oh, my god. What if they get on the internet and my friends from high school find them. I'll be trash! But, here I am, doing nothing but waiting. 'Come on guys. Do something.'

Wilson had both of the boy's I.D.s “I get it. Roy Daily is a couple of months older than Robert. Neither has an athletic build. I know Robert told me he spends a lot on time on the internet looking up dark sites. So they must be nerds in a way, pretty nerds (chuckle). It is all in the ID cards, intellectual, non-athletic, under developed, probably smarter than hell.”

“No shit. That would explain it. They'll probably end up being friends for life.”


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Richard, “Well, we need to get them in contact with each other. I can do it.”

“Yeah, that will end any doubts in their minds about what we will be doing with them.”


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“Good.” Mr. Wilson said. “Let's get a coke and let them experience this for a few minutes.”


Experience, shit, what an awesome feeling. His skin is warm, soft, a little sticky. My dick is against his belly, my face buried in his hair. It is his smell, really distinct. It is different, close. So this is what sex is like. Fantastic!! Now what guys. Let's take this further. I don't care what they do. Damned if I will renege. They walked to the other end of the basement where there was a refrigerator. My mouth was against Warren's ear. “Warren, they'll hear you if you talk. Just let me talk and blow out your nose once for a yes and twice for a no.” I barely whispered into his ear.

“Do you like what you feel?” One blow out.

“If they put my dick in your mouth, would you mess with it with your tongue?” One blow.

“Do you think they might try to get one of their dicks up our ass?” Two blows.

“If they did, would you baulk?” Two blows.

“We have to get together some way after this.” One blow.

“My number is 7718250, 7718250, 7718250.... One blow.


Anyone remember that first time? Cool, wasn't it.


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They were coming back. “Okay, Richard see if you can make them kiss each other. Here, I'll help you shift Robert around.” Hands were around my ankles and wrists. I was lifted and shifted. Our dicks tucked in beside each other. A flame was in my groin and balls. I'd never felt anything so intense. Then my face was carefully placed over Roy's, our lips touching. Richard pushed my mouth open and continued to move our lips together, like we would be kissing. I could feel saliva leaving his mouth for mine. I didn't know what to do with my tongue when he used his to find mine. The tip of his tongue began to move back and forth across the tip of mine and around the inside of my lips. Our faces were really getting slobbery and slimy. I hope Roy remembers the number and calls me. Why would that excite my crotch and balls again. What an incredible feeling, tongue to tongue. His hand had been placed over me. I felt his finger tips move slightly against my balls. 'Yes, we would do this again.'


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We were being moved around again. He was laid across me, his butt in the air. It was quiet between them as I could feel Richard messing around with Roy's butt. As he pushed and pressed, there was some delightful subtle movements with his hips and his dick which was between my legs and pressing against my gonads. Roy moaned. I learned later that Richard had a finger up the ass hole. “Relax, Roy, just relax and enjoy what I am doing to you. It shouldn't hurt, maybe just a little at first.” No, there will be nothing about us that they won't explore.


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Then there was a horrifying comment by Richard, who's voice came from my left. “You might split this open, but I think I could give it a try, George.” Oh, my god. They are going to fuck our ass holes. Sodomy? Really?

Richard replied, “Why don't we make the kids do it to each other first?”

“Good idea. “Set them up with the obvious. I forgot to bring down the Vaseline from up stairs. I'll be right back.” George retorted.


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I had never thought about what this would feel like. Richard greased up my dick and Roy's ass hole and Roy's own weight was all the force necessary for me to penetrate him. It was tight, he groaned again. The sphincter muscle tightly coursed down my erection. The feel of becoming slowly and fully engulfed within him was spectacular, warm, moist, pressure as the rectum curved. Finally, his fanny was against my belly and I was as far into him as I could go. Mr. Wilson held him upright while they just waited, saying nothing. That tingling feeling in my groin had grown to a major stimulation of my nerves around the groin, flooding the balls, up the dick. It was past the stopping point. I was going to cum inside of Roy.


I get a tingle, as I think that the boy has turned himself over to someone that he doesn't know, nor has ever seen.


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“Hold him there. I'm going to get my camera. This is classic.”

I heard him leave and as I had imagined, Mr. Wilson's back was to me as he balanced Warren over my body. Carefully, I opened my eyes and was able to see what I had been feeling. I could see the base of my dick only. His butt was incredible. I wanted to bury my face into it. The rest of me was inside of him. My groin was to explode at any second. Was that what they were waiting for, seeing if they could get me to cum inside of him? I'll hold off. Yeah, right! I had to wipe the grin off my face and lay my head back again as I heard Richard returning in the stair well.


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“Ugh,” I moaned spontaneously as my uncontrolled convulsions began.” No control from here on. One, two, three, four, five …...... It was exhausting to me as I tried as hard as I could to play dead but lay there panting. Richard dragged him from my penetration, leaving him on his back across my head.
I was still spurting out when the pulled him away from my dick. I could feel the warm liquid pooling on my belly. Then they moved him from me, leaving me spread-eagled with my erection collapsed. I could hear that someone was taking photos. Shit!

“We still need to get Roy off.” commented Mr. Wilson.


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“Let's sixty-nine them and watch for Roy to cum in Robert's mouth.”.....”Right on...”

Okay, I'm going to have his cock in my mouth. I expected that. And, he will cum. Robert had seen so many porn videos on the internet that it wasn't unusual to have cum in the mouth. He just didn't expect that it might happen to him. I knew what it would taste like. I sometimes was on my back when I beat off with my hips over my head and let it cum in my own mouth. 'I'm here. Let it happen.'

More photos. That really annoyed me. Who would see these? If they got out my life would be crap. But, I agreed to this. Here I am. Nothing about being photographed or video taped in the rules.


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Here are a group of images that I did not have in the story. It would have happened when they were having us get used to each other.


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The whole shot of Roy, sometimes called Warren.


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Back to the story:

They were placing us together again. This time, side to side. They knew exactly what they were doing and what positions they wanted each of us.


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I found my head upon his thigh and visa versa. My face was against his dick and I could feel his against mine. That might annoy Roy, it had just come out of his ass hole. He said later that it did smell of his shit, but not that bad a deal until they actually put in his mouth. Richard inserted Roy's erection into my mouth. They stepped back and waited. Someone was still taking pictures. Okay, I was going to have a mouth full of cum. I began to work my tongue around it, even pushing against his gland with the tip of my tongue. I knew I could open my eyes. They were at my feet. I saw his scrotum and the smooth skin of his thighs.


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And I waited. When was he going to cum?

Meanwhile, Roy was taking in the essence of his own rectum from my limp penis. Silence.


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There was no way a healthy young man could have held back. The ejaculations were strong and repeated. “There we go!” said Richard as he reached to pull Robert away from the pulsating erection of Roy. It was filling the back of my throat and spurted on my face as the ejaculations ebbed the hung in large drops from the reddened gland. I had been forced to swallow some of it. Both boys were spent. What remained?


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Unknown to the boys, Richard had removed his clothing and glasses. His erection was of normal size. There was little hair on his body. Roy was driving him crazy with lust. They had waited patiently for Roy to cum and watched him finish out.


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Mr. Wilson was undressing also. “Why don't we lay them out on the pool table and go from there?”

“Thanks, I wanted to get off on Roy some way. Maybe I can work something out here also.” Richard answers smiling.

“Yes, Roy hasn't had his mouth filled, yet. I'll do it now.” Richard spoke up.


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Oh, the men are going to do us, I thought. I didn't know what to think. I loved my experience with Roy. Would this be different. Was he going to butt fuck me? Roy's cum was all over my face and beginning dry out. That taste was still in my mouth. I will never forget it and I am sure it will be there again if Roy and I can get together.


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When Richard was through filling Roy's mouth with his fluid, he carried him to the group showers where he would await me.


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Now, Mr. Wilson was moving me over to the side of the table and spreading my legs apart to examine my anus. God that was weird, having someone pushing your cheeks apart and probing it with his finger. Even I didn't know what it looked like an here a total stranger was having full license over my body, whatever, where ever.


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He lubricated it well, even fully inserting his finger. I thought I could smell Vaseline. I felt the gland push against the tight muscle. The end of his member was soft; but as he began to force it the anus was worked open, just a little, then a little more. His action was uncomfortable. The tip popped inside of me, then the discomfort eased slightly. Gently, but firmly, he penetrated further. That hurt! It was like I was passing a hard turd. He stopped. I moaned. The pain eased. Further, the full bore was in me. The feeling of my shitting was overwhelming as I felt his hips against the soft cheeks of my buttocks.
Then he began to pump into me, back and forth. What a crazy feeling, this exotic feeling of me shitting with his dick up my ass and now pressing and retreating, pressing and retreating. It was driving me wild. I felt like I was going to cum again. Then he froze with it fully inserted. I felt his warm cum surge into my rectum. Now he was groaning. I was panting. Why? This was stupid, his dick was up my ass. I could hardly stand it. His erection began to ebb. My anus began to close around it as it weakened. He pulled it out, quietly saying, “I needed that.”


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Mr. Wilson then carried me the showers we hadn't known about and carefully laid me out atop Roy.


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“There are just a couple of minutes left on your time, when you hear the marimbas, you can shower and dress. I (Richard) will meet you down at the end. Your clothes are in the shopping bags, here. Good job, kids”


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We hear the tune on Richard's i-phone and I sprung up.

“Was that great or what?” I shouted at Roy. He was getting up with a big grin on his face.”
“Nice to meet you, Bobby.” he politely answered; and we both broke out laughing


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We embraced under the warm shower. His butt felt marvelously smooth and soft and gave easy resistance to a light squeeze. He had his finger against my ass hole and was rubbing against it in a circular direction. My stiff dick had forced its way past Warren's sack and was captured by his crotch. We truly owned each other.

“This is unreal.” Roy said.

“Yeah, but we can do it again. Let's clean up and see what Richard wants. I'd like to see what he looks like. Wouldn't you?


Is this your only story where nobody dies?


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We finished our shower and dressed. Richard was waiting for us in one of the chairs. Mr. Wilson went upstairs to shower and dress. He has an appointment in Beverly Hills. He wanted me to share what he thinks you need to do, now. Now that you know how to have fun.

“A month ago, I was sitting where you are having experienced the play dead game myself. My dead partner wasn't someone I would have chose myself, but still, I experienced the joy of being messed with and not being able to do anything about it. You face a problem. You want to do this again with each other, even actively. This is called homosexuality. You would be tagged as gay. But, you really aren't gay. It is just exciting to share your young fresh body with another. If you were still doing this at forty that would be another story. We can add girls to what we are doing here. You talk about soft and smooth and having a place to put your dick that is warm and wet... Anyway, Mr. Wilson's point to you is to enjoy this experience while your bodies are young and fresh and maturing into handsome men.

“Your problem now is, where can you find a place to do this for an hour or two or even adding more people to the event? Your can't. So he is offering you his basement to use. You ask. He will make the arrangements and even add a different twist to the games. Videos and photos will be taken, but they are a part of his private collection only. As you can see, he doesn't need the money by selling them. So, you have the phone number and email address. Would you want to discuss doing this next Wednesday at the same time?” 

I looked at Roy and said grinning, “How about tomorrow?”

They both laughed. “We could,” Richard said, “but trust me, it is more fun when you build up a strong desire to do it again. A desire that builds on you and drives you nuts so that you can hardly stand the waiting.”

“That's fine with me.” I said. “Sure.” Roy replied.

“You two don't even know each other and you are the best of friends, but no sexual contact until it is organized for next week. Agreed?”

We both nodded. “Okay, we'll see you next week. Park you cars in the garage in back and come on down yourselves. Mr. Wilson will be talking to you early next week, but you call him. No parents answering the phone to a strange man asking for their kids.

We shared phone numbers and email as we left. We hugged again and left in our cars.


Onix, good question. Hmm....yes, it is. And it is the only story that is a whole story with a full text. The others have stories, but with brief comments or story line and mostly text on the image. I had them coming back for their second session, but couldn't figure out what to do with them except kill


Oh, there is another where they live, The Art of Playing Dead. It is the story of a baby sitter who encourages four kids to play naked with each other. Two boys and two girls.


Thanks for sharing these. Hope to see more dead boys soon. :)


There will be a couple of more "boys in trouble" series that will be posted.


What happened to the other story I requested?


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Early this is a fun new fetish for me, and you do the stories, and the imagery with such excellence........ thanks for a new erotic scene to enjoy....... I would hope you have some slow torture fated settlers........ perhaps a white, male or female, tied to a wagon wheel, with legs spread wide, and small torture fires at their feet or moving up towards their genitals.

I have only started reading thru your raids, and other creations, and again thanks for new exciting erotic fetish! and such excellent images!


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You have convinced, and converted me to this wonderfully bloody. savage fetish !!!!

NOW THEIR MINE< AND THANKS! Indian raids are a fetish of mine. Remember cowboys and Indians as kids' games. As I got older, the game changed to stripping the "dead". At that age, we had no idea what happened after that.

As I said before, I am combining two Indian raiding series so there will be a slight difference in characters, not the Indians. Also to the CGI guys, the lighting, touch up from Photoshop and rendering have improved.
!!!!!! GLAD TO HEAR OF YOUR NEW CREATIONS! thanks for pointing out the book on the comanches "empire of the sun"


It is Empire of the Summer Moon.

I don't know how many I have talked to over the years on the internet who have played cowboys and Indians and eventually began stripping the victims and, yes, playing with their penises and ass holes. And, not enough times for me, laying the naked victims together. Little did we know, then, what actually happened to the victims. Our new minds couldn't imagine the horrors the victims really went through. For instance, was she dead, yet, when he gouged her eyes out and placed them on rocks overlooking the scene? etc. etc. etc...





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