You gently pull the stake, reading the note. It says ‘This is your fault.’ Muse’s body shudders, you look down. For a moment it is Shelly, then ...t is Muse again. She looks up at you blankly, not recognizing you, her lips moving in a whisper. ‘please… kill me…’ blood trickles out of the corner of her mouth as she falls limp again, obviously still breathing, you can see her lungs fighting desperately for air. A figure brushes against your back, you look up to see Bobby, holding a bloody knife,. Some of them you could barely see my tiny penis and scrotum through my freshly grown batch of hair. Then I got to the newer photos hitting the ground. Their I was again, but now on my hands and knees holding my butt high in the air with my anus now clearly visible. I quickly turned my head at the guys and was met with another click and whirl of the motor and another photo fell to the ground. This one had me looking at the camera with my butt showing. The boys were all laughing now when one of. He started with the ‘wish I could have’s, woken from each tangent with a clank of the metal desk legs against the knuckled root, only to drift into another as he imagines the things he could have done, remembers the women he could have loved, if he weren’t ‘so fucking pathetic.’ In fact, he didn’t stop muttering till he reached the ‘wish I didn’t’s, weighted words fading to weighted steps. He was still like that when he reached it, the becomer of death. He was amazed how giant it seemed up. Aravindh had the bigger penis and John had the thicker one, so there was no way I couldn’t have felt pain once they decided to fuck me.I continued blowing John who was squeezing my nipples hard and Aravindh asked me if he could fuck me first. I agreed because I like being rimmed before being fucked. John pulled my hair up and kissed my mouth and forced me back onto his dick. Aravindh raised my hips till I was standing bent over sucking John. Aravindh put a condom on his long dick and tried.