Stabbed In the Gut

A man approached Liam on the street one day.

"Mr. Liam, I heard you are a killer for hire. My name is Frank and I have a proposition for you."

Liam rolled his eyes. "What is their name, and I'll consider it."

The man took a deep breath. "It's me. I want you to kill me."

Liam turned to him in surprise, suddenly interested. "...What's the catch?"

"I suppose you cannot believe your good fortune. A willing target walking right up to you. I have heard you take a sadistic amount of enjoyment out of your work."

"What of it?" Liam asked.

"Well, I find enjoyment out of the other side of the blade, so to speak. I figured that an arrangement between the two of us would be mutually beneficial."

Liam looked at him intensely. "So you want me to kill you because..." He took a deep breath to steady his growing excitement "you will get off on it?"

The man nodded curtly. He tugged at his pants nervously, already feeling a tightness in his pants.

A smile slowly spread across Liam's face. He held out his hand for the man to shake. Frank took it eagerly, now smiling himself. They shook.

"Ok then!" Liam said. "No charge necessary. Do you have any preferences?"

"Something slow." Frank said, his excitement growing. "Nice and slow where I can be conscious of every second..."

"I understand. Can we get started right away?"

The man blinked. Surprised. He assumed Liam would be busy and insist he schedule for something short. "By all means, please."

"Come with me." Liam turned and walked toward the outskirts of town.

Frank followed Liam for a long while. They walked silently and Frank had time to wonder and fantasize on what Liam was about to do to him. Will he strangle him slowly? Frank clutched his neck and gulped with pleasure. Or will he cut him and let him bleed out? Frank imagined blood spilling out of his body and he rubbed his chest. Would he suffocate him? He imagined his chest seizing, not being able to take a breath. Spots forming in front of his vision as he faints... His pants felt tighter and tighter as he followed his killer into his own deathtrap. He licked his lips. After almost an hour, he grew tired and thirsty, but he didn't care and he didn't complain.

Finally, they came to an abandoned area of town. They walked into a decrepit building with broken windows.

"We should have some privacy here." Liam said. Frank looked around and nodded. Suddenly, Liam was very close to him and laid a hand on his chest. "So tell me about yourself, Frank."

"Well, I'm 43. I have a six year old son. His mother and I were never married but we separated on good terms. I was a competitive swimmer in my youth, and I was a firefighter for nearly 10 years. I see my son quite often, and I love him, but he will be better off not jumping between two households. I don't consider myself depressed... I just... the idea of dying..." He took a shuddering breath.

"I know how you feel," Liam said. He pushed the man gently until he was backed up against the wall. Liam was very slight, and the man before him was taller and bulkier. There was no doubt he could overpower Liam if he wanted to, but he didn't want to. He leaned against the wall letting the smaller man touch his chest, loosen his tie, and run his hands up and down his lean, toned torso. Liam began unbuttoning his shirt. He opened the man's shirt and untucked it from his pants. He ran his fingers down the smooth skin and said "I can't wait to cut this all up."

Liam turned away and paced about the room. He studied the floor until he found a long piece of broken glass that fit well in his hand.

Frank was breathing heavily. He could not help but rub his crotch over his pants as he stared at the long piece of glass in Liam's hand. He imagined it imbedded in his body and moaned. A mixture of fear and arousal. He felt weak in the knees.

Liam walked back over to him and confidently pressed the flat of the cold glass against his abdomen. Frank inhaled sharply and rubbed himself faster. Slowly, Liam turned the glass so the sharpest, broken point faced inward, then slowly began to push. He had to brace his other hand against the wall and lean hard, his toes digging into the ground. The glass sank into the flesh. Frank shuddered and inhaled sharply through his teeth several times. His breathing quickened and shallowed as he continued to shake. Finally, Liam got the piece of glass five inches in and let go with fascination as it held its place.

There was now a large piece of glass sticking out of the man's lower abdomen, blood trickling down to the line of his pants and seeping beneath. Liam stared as the glass bobbed with the man's every breath.

"Oh god, this is so hot," he said, and began furiously touching himself as he stared at the wounded man.

Frank lifted a shaky hand and touched the glass sticking out of his belly. "Gah!" The lightest touch sent a shockwave of pain streaking across his abdomen. He touched it again, gasping in pain, and with some difficulty, managed to wrap his whole hand around the piece of glass. His head swam in shock. He thought about how unsanitary the piece of glass must be, but mirthfully realized he would not have enough hours in his life to worry about tetanus. He instinctually wanted to pull the glass out, but that would make him bleed too quickly to keep enjoying this. He gripped the glass firmly and tried to push it further in, but found that he did not have the strength or stability.

Liam watched all this as he whimpered, coming to a sweet orgasm. The evidence stained his pants and another arousal swiftly began growing in them.

Frank swooned and fell to his knees. Liam took him by the shoulders and laid him on his back.

"Let go of it." He told his victim, and the man let go.

On his back, Frank's erection was even more obvious. His harsh breathing made the glass bounce deliciously from its spot in his belly. Liam slapped his palm down onto Frank's heaving breast, feeling for and savoring his frantic heartbeat.

"Mmmh, you are in shock," he said. "What should I do next?" He looked around and gathered five more good sized shards of glass. Frank stared at them eagerly.

He carved the next one into Frank's left breast, and the man moaned with pleasure. He carved one into his solar plexus, then one into his right breast, then another one into his lower abdomen, touching the seam of his pants. The man lifted his head to look down at his pierced body, trails of blood were leading down from each stab and cut. The blood was stark against his pale skin. The sight gave him immense pleasure and he swiveled his hips.

Liam simply sat and watched him as his hips undulated. The seam of his pants rubbed against the one piece of glass that was pierced down there, and the man moved his hips rhythmically to continue the friction. Liam began to masturbate again.

The man's body writhed and his moans became more high pitched and breathless. He began to speak in his pleasure addled delirium. "Oh yes, I'm going to die... I'm going to die! Please... Liam, kill me. Please kill me..."

With an extreme amount of self control, Liam let go of himself and shot his hand out to the piece of glass that was lowest on Frank's body, the one just above his pants. He grabbed it and pushed it down at an angle towards the dying man's crotch.

Frank absolutely screamed with pleasure. He pumped his hips furiously now, urging the foreign object deeper towards his erection with every thrust. With each thrust, a painful, excruciating stabbing sensation, but also a hint of sweetness underneath. Liam helped him along. The man's face was scrunched in absolute agony. Each puff of his dying breath was a chore, but he persisted harder, until finally, there was an insatiate pause. His abdomen clenched. He held his breath, every muscle in his body taught, and then the pleasure broke through the barrier and burst out. He cried out in a long, strangled scream and it was the sexiest thing Liam had ever heard. He returned his attention to himself, listening as the man fell back limply and weakly moaned "I'm dying... I'm dying..."

Liam finished himself off by watching the man's aftershocks, hearing the sweet moans of "I'm dying." He scrambled up and threw himself onto the man's dying chest and pressed his ear to his heart, hearing the heartbeat taper off. He was reluctant to let the man go just yet. He wanted one more orgasm. He reached down and forcefully grabbed the dying man's dick, pumping it violently. The man briefly came back to life at this and groaned in pain. He kept his ear pressed to the slowing heartbeat and was pleased when he felt it stutter.

"Ugh!" The man ejaculated one last little spurt with his final exhale.