[Author's Note: Hello this is my very first story on this site. A weird and very gay premise involving a murderer who is also power bottom. It popped into my head one day while playing the Manhunt video games so it's kind of edgy but nowhere near as violent or gruesome as the game. Just some mentions of murders. Might add more chapters in the future. Anyway, enjoy. All criticism welcomed.]
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If only these guys knew when to run. These lowlife thugs were too cocky to back down to a single man. They thought their baseball bats and big muscles would make them invincible; that they could take me down with a single smack to the face before celebrating with cheap booze and drugs. Unfortunately for them, that wasn't how it played out.
Even as each gang member mysteriously vanished, it took the remaining men a whole hour to realize something was wrong. That was when their survival instincts finally kicked in, but it was too late. I picked the rest of the men off one by one until there was just one man remaining, some beefy white guy with a buzzed head. I was sure he was shitting himself at that point but he didn't know just how lucky he was. My lips curled into a smirk as I patiently waited in the shadows.
"I know you're out here, shithead!" the goon shouted, his voice strained and cracking, "Come out and fight like a man!"
He didn't need to yell so damn loud. I was standing right next to him, watching from a dark alcove. This guy was burly like the others but he trembled like a child as he continued down the narrow alley, sweating buckets while his eyes frantically darted about. For how on-edge he was, he didn't detect my presence at all. His nerves were distracting him too much, clearly. Either way, I was getting tired of creeping around so I finally made me presence known.
Leaving the shadows, I walked up behind the goon as my heavy boots thumped loudly on the pavement. The bastard practically screamed as he spun around to face me and I barely managed to contain a snicker from his reaction. As if to retain some of his dignity, he charged at me without hesitation, growling while raising his bat overhead.
I let him take the first swing. He did so but in a very clumsy manner, swinging wildly as if he had no idea what he was doing. There was no way he was going to land a hit on me in his panicked state. A quick jab sent his bat flying across the alleyway, and just like that, the fight was over. I made a quick scan of the goon's pockets to make sure no other weapons were in reach before grabbing his arms and forcing them behind his back while shoving him up against the wall.
"Don't ever come after me again," I said in a calm yet threatening tone before pressing myself against him, pinning him against the wall with my weight. I slid one arm around his neck while keeping hold of his wrists with the other hand. Then my lips brushed against his ear as I whispered quietly, "or I won't hesitate to kill you right now."
That made my message pretty clear to the goon. The color drained from his face and he started trembling again. I could even smell his fear, given how close together our bodies were. He reeked of cheap deodorant mixed with his natural musk and I was sure he hadn't bathed since yesterday. Still, I had to admit that his manly aroma smelled quite nice.
My free hand slipped under his shirt, grabbing his firm pecs and giving it a squeeze before slowly moving downwards. His muscles felt tense but soft at the same time, all warm and pliable beneath my fingers. "Did I ever tell you you're my type?" I whispered to the goon before licking the edge of his ear lobe.
"No..." he replied breathlessly through labored pants, trying desperately to keep his voice low. I could tell the brute was still deathly afraid of me even as I shamelessly flirted with him. Good.
"It's good thing you're the last one alive. That means I get to play with you without interruptions," I said as I traced my finger along one of his ink-covered arms, "You might even enjoy it."
He swallowed hard, before speaking up with a shaky voice, "What do you want from me?! Don't kill me! Please!"
I reached up with both hands to caress his cheeks. He had a rugged face and a shaved head with a square jawline that was covered in stubble. He also had deep brown eyes and thin lips that complemented his masculine, brutish face. Even though he was clearly terrified, he looked good. So good that my cock was already hard.
"What I want from you doesn't matter. Just be glad you are my last victim tonight," I said, before roughly spinning him around to face me. Before he could react, I was kissing his sweaty neck. I let out a sigh as I gently bit into the rough skin, savoring the salty taste of the sweat on his skin before sucking on it. "Ahhh..." I moaned quietly as I felt his pulse quicken beneath my teeth. My tongue trailed down the side of his throat while I slowly moved downwards until I reached his nipples.
I gripped one nipple firmly between my fingers and began to suck on the other, kneading them both roughly through his shirt. Good thing he was wearing those thin white shirts, the kind that gym rats wore to show off their muscles. Of course he was that kind of guy.
"G-g-goddammit, stop!" the goon begged through heavy breaths. Despite his protests, I noticed his cock was also getting hard now and bulging against his jeans. It only took a moment for me to unzip his fly and pull out his dick.
"Stop?" I asked innocently, "but it looks like you're enjoying it. Would you rather I kill you then?"
The brute gulped as I raised my head and pressed my lips against his earlobe once again. I could feel his body tense up as he shivered from fear but he didn't move away or resist as I started stroking him with one hand. I may be a ruthless murderer but let no one say I'm a cold lover. Even for this idiot, a man who tried to kill me with his dumbass gang, I'll give him my intimate attention. I'll take care of all of his needs, as long as he remains obedient.
I wasted no time as I stripped off his pants and boxer briefs before tossing them aside while kissing his hairy abs. The poor bastard practically tore his shirt off just so I could continue to run my tongue along his sweaty body, licking along every muscular crevice. He gasped and groaned in response as I reached his shaft, taking him in my hand and stroking him.
"I know how to treat a man, so just relax," I muttered.
Then, I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock. He barely let out a groan as I continued to swallow down his dick. It tasted salty and mildly sour but that was just how I liked it. It didn't take long before I was deepthroating his thickness with my skilled throat. Goddamn this man tasted delicious.
I let out a muffled moan, getting into the groove as I swallowed his entire length. My own dick throbbed painfully and dribbled precum in my pants so I hastily released it from its confines before continuing my sucking.
"Wh-what the hell are you doing, man?! You're a fucking freak!" the goon suddenly exclaimed, his voice still panicked as he gripped my hair. That got me even harder, so I smirked proudly as I pulled his dick out of my mouth before gently kissing each of his inner thighs.
