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.
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.
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.
WOW, my files are full of Indian massacres. I must have some kind of fixation there.
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.
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 email@example.com, 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.
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.'
“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.”
Hello, has anyone continued with my new thread? It would be nice to know. The silence is deafening.
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.
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 started....now 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?
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!
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.”
"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
“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.
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?
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.
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.
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.”
Is this your only story where nobody dies?
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 them...lol.
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?
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...