The Motionless In White Collection of Urban Legends

Snuff Films: Ch. 1

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Cigarette smoke clouded up a dingy, trashed basement. The matte black walls had been defiled by spray paint. Anarchy symbols, curse words, and really anything else anti-establishment covered any place that wasn't being taken up by posters. In this old house, it was easy to hear anyone coming down the old creaky stairs.

"Took you long enough." Vinny patronized Ryan as he entered their hellhole.

"Why do we keep you around when you're such a piece of shit?" He responded. Ryan had a few new CDs in his hand. He threw one of the cases at Vinny, adding, "Your music taste sucks too."

"Thanks, asshole." Vinny sat forward and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. He gave Ryan some money for the album he'd bought him.

"No problem. Now get the fuck out." Though his words may have seemed harsh, they just liked being assholes to each other. Ryan fell down on the low couch, handing the rest over to Ricky.

He scoffed, "Why the fuck do I have to go?"

"Well," Ricky replied while looked over the new titles in his hands, "You're welcome to stay and watch but you can't participate... Who the fuck's Cannibal Corpse?"

Ryan shrugged, "I dunno. Apparently they're a new band from Buffalo. The guy at the record story said it's pretty good. I got the new Suicidal Tendencies and Black Sabbath too in case it's shit." He leaned over, nipping at his neck, "I got something else for you too."

Vinny sighed, "Alright, I'm going. I'll see you fags later." He pushed himself out of a bean bag chair thrown in the corner. Even though he didn't know exactly how kinky his friends sex life was, he had a pretty good idea and he didn't want to stick around to see anymore. Vinny headed upstairs and locked the door on his way out, presumably going down to the skate park to bother someone else.

Ricky pushed his boyfriend back a little, giggling, "Stop, that tickles."

"Oh, don't act like an innocent little school girl. Even though it is kind of cute." Ryan smirked, "But I prefer my little slut."

He groaned a small growl as he leaned in closer for a kiss. They never were mild when it came to their passion for each other. It went from cute talk to intense making out in the matter of a second. Their tongues twisted together now and then, and their lips grasped for the other's as if they couldn't breath without each other. Ryan tangled his hand into Ricky's raven black hair, yanking his head back aggressively.

His dominant hand slowly wrapped around Ricky's neck until there was enough pressure to compromise his ability to breathe. Ricky wasn't fighting back because he was actually in pure bliss. He enjoyed this. They both relished in pain and suffering in any form they could get it. Ricky reached out to his lover's face, clawing down his cheek.

They'd done this enough that Ryan knew his limit. After another few seconds, he released his grip, allowing Ricky to gasp for air. He leaned in again and kissed him briefly. "You weren't pressing hard enough to even leave a bruise." Ricky pouted. He raised his knee, brushing his leg against the inside of Ryan's thigh to tease him. "What gives?"

"Mmh, I figured I'd save my strength until after I showed you my surprise for you." He replied, "Guess what I finally got my hands on?"

"There's no way you did." Ricky challenged him.

Ryan turned his head to the side, getting that malicious look in his eyes. "Are you doubting me, Babe?" He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a pocket knife. It wasn't very sharp, considering it'd been by his side for awhile now. He pushed up Ricky's shirt as he mused, "Sometimes I think you say things just to get a rise out of me."