A Day in Stockholm

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Death threats

Ace

I raced upstairs to my room, frustrating opening my side table drawer which held my canon camera.

I went to my bathroom washing the disgusting bitches blood off of my hand. God id loved to take that away from him and just blow his pretty brains out. And no one would ever notice that he's missing. Or even care.

I walked through the house. Smiling to myself now that i finally have a ruthless cum dump in my exposure. It was always nice to imagine, one day he'll love me so much. For every ounce of what his dumb puppy brain views as affection. Every time i slap him he will think it's out of love. Just because he's such a desperate toy for my touch. One day Ace.

I went to the basement entering the days code, closing the door behind me. The boy was laying unconscious still with the straps i placed perfectly around his hour glass frame.

I sat at the end of the bed, taking pictures of him from a perspective of inspecting him so i could use them to imagine his pretty ass riding me so good.

I took pictures of his deadbeat face. God i could just wreck him right now. But c'mon you have your own limits big man.

I took the straps off, and he laid shirtless in his black tight jeans, I took pictures of the perfect boys chest.

But i notice something, there were scars right under his nipple, i've seen these before as i'm friends with many transgender people.

Oh well.

I took pictures of his chest and cute little puffed out stomach and the way his hips held his jeans so so perfectly.

I turned him over, and took a pictures of his cute ass.

Who would he know if i beat him while he slept.

Exactly no one.

I grabbed a belt i had hanging up on the wall and held the two ends in my hand.

"oh pretty baby you're not ready for this"

I took the belt and heard a slap. I could not help myself after all the years of abuse my parents put me through, i built up all that anger.

Let it out ace.

And before i knew it i was slapping his ass with my belt harder and harder each time. Until i eventually found myself crying on the floor out of pure anger.

I took one last picture of his plump globes.

I wiped my tears off my face.

What harm can be done if i just fall asleep with him right?

All i'll do is sleep.

I took my pants off, along with my hoodie. And laid in bed beside the boy. I couldn't take it.
I turned him to his side and pulled his hips back making his ass press against my hips. I wrapped left arm around him holding him tight.

Crying into his back.

What have i done!

I took a boy who hasn't even lived yet. No ace now is not the time you did what was right one day he will love you the way no one else ever has.