Extra super cool Dead Bod Man preview # 2 while i finish it




Time to get the party started with these two. It’s fucking 11 50 and I’m horny and bothered for a fuck as possible. Sometimes I am thinking if only I had two dicks. I grab one and fucking pierce her cheek. A whole swab of it, the size of a dick gone. Then I put my dick in her mouth, hard as a fucking rock, and then I put it through the new fuckin’ hole. I can feel her mouth damn good and it’s rubbing’ her tongue and shit, and then I’m bringing the other one in. I stick my dick in her mouth two. Fucking half it’s in her mouth, half’s in the other chicks mouth. Then I’m pounded both of their mouths at once. The pleasure is fucking outrageous, and the power is fucking awesome. Literally two mouths at once, and two mouths fully at once. Oh fucking fuck yea. 

I’m gay when I want to be. But this is maybe what I will do Holden and his twat girlfriend. Just fucking take em’ both at the same time. Oh my god the pleasure from that is so fucking intense. And I am just going fucking cum. Ahh fuck it’s right down the second one’s throat. Everything left I shove in the first one’s mouth. Fucking lettin’ it fly right into her fucking throat. Oh my fucking god. It’s the best shit ever. 

I haven’t had my fill so I do that fucking thirty times. It’s just the best fucking best thing ever. After that it is nearly midnight and its time for the fucking finale. 

I grab the fireworks I bought. They’re powerful like fucking black cats. Here we go. It’s 11:57. I lite two of em’ and then shove one in both there arseholes. As soon as they go off, and I’m fucking both their pussies one after the other, as their fucking butts are exploding, starting to flame and burn up. And I can feel the fucking warmth as I fuck their pussies, it feels so fucking good. And there’s smoke coming out their bums, they’re shaking up and down and it adds to the pleasure. Oh my fucking god. It’s 11:59 and it’s time for round two lighting another two fireworks, and shovel in their butts, and then bam, I am at it all over again. And the clock is fucking ticking. Baaaaam!!! It’s fucking midnight, and I’m fucking the shit out of their pussies. I fuck em’ as quick as I can. Oh my god I am so fucking hard. And now time for the gran fucking finale. I walk out with one of them, onto the balcony. And I stick her mouth on my dick. And the standup right next to the railing. I lift her up, over the edge, and then I just stop holding. She’s just fucking hanging off my dick, her feet flying in the fucking air, nothing beneath her. I’m hard as fuck and I’m flexing a little, and she’s just right there in the air, hanging off my fucking dick with her fucking mouth. 



A little bit later on, I’ve fucked them both 300 times, and I need to get a move on after all the noise I’ve made. These dead bods are more than worth holding onto. Especially for the memory. This was one of the best dead bod nights ever. And there has been many dead bod nights. 

It doesn’t take long, and I’ve rinsed the apartment. Like I even fuckin’ care, I’m a ghost. And if you think I got anywhere but inside them, yea fucking right! I have years of practice with that. Then I’ve got them both in suitcases, their legs folded up, their arms crossed over them, and I’m headed to the car.

A half hour later, they’re tucked away in the freezer, and I am sitting down for a cup of tea and some fuckin’ toast.




Holden was not an investigator, though he was the one living the story. It was his life, when this serial killer came around and watched him. When the serial killer came into his home, and was in the same room. What were the chances the killer would attack? It actually seemed incredibly likely. Serial killers obviously stalk their prey, toy twitch them a while, and then make a move to kill them. It was many a night that Holden would awake, sweating, flustered, frightened, from a dream were he was right about to die at the hands of his serial killer stalker. In a handful of the dreams, Holden had died, and awoken after. Nothing had happened in these dreams, after he died. He had laid on the ground, where he had died, and gazed up at the killer, killing his wife, in every single dream except one. In the other dream sequence, he found himself already buried, his eyes open, looking up the coffin, unable to move, and not able to breath, before he awoke. And when he awoke he felt his breath move in and out, he felt his hands and legs moved when he moved them. And he marveled at the fact he was still alive, when it seemed, at least in his dream, the killer had already struck. 

He was frightened every day of the serial killer who was watching him so closely. He often thought his life was hanging in the balance, it was only something he could barely choose to keep. The fear, the painful intensity of knowing someone was watching you, was almost too much to take.

But maybe, if he could find out the identity of the serial killer, if he could predict his moves ahead, and get the police on him… maybe he could save his life. Maybe he could save the life of himself, and the life of his fiancé. That would mean everything to him, absolutely everything.

Right now there was no time to think about it anymore. Fioanae was on her way over to fuck him. Was there anything she even knew. No, though she had wanted to spend every second together lately. What if this stalker was someone you knew? What if he served you coffee, or opened a door for you? What if he could get right into your life, and interact with you? …And you would not even know it? Fionae was just slightly more scared the last few times he saw her. As of yet she had nothing to say about it, anytime you asked how are you feeling, she said fine, or good. But she was scared. Holden knew the stalker was not just out there, but constantly up to something. He realized he was probably so good,  you couldn’t tell the way he was affecting you. It would almost seem there was nothing he had done.



She opened the door. She had a key, though from time to she sang and waited for him to answer. And then she would grab his neck kiss him with all of her spit and tongue. 

Sometimes after that they fucked right away. Today was like that, and she ran right in. She jumped into his arms, and he knew instinctively to catch her. Her mouth was buried in his mouth, while she unlaced her camisole. She pulled her braw off as quickly as possible, and got his head in between them quickly, and said mhmm. It was a prolonged moment, and then she was pulling her bell bottoms down hard, to get the dick in before she could think about anything but the heaving feeling inside her middle. 

They were fucking after that, standing there, like they were warming up as lovers. Just another prolonged moment and then Holden was deep inside, and she was bouncing fast, up on down on his dick. 

They almost wanted to get it off right there, and when they moved to the couch, it already been ten minutes since she walked in the door. But almost all of that had been after she let it penetrate her the first time. 

She lightly guided him to lie down, and she sucked his dick, occasionally licking his balls, and taking one in her mouth, and flinging it around like a dog toy. She didn’t bite, but you could see all her teeth half the time she blew him, and half the time his balls were in her mouth. 

After that she rested her hands on the sofa arm rest, and held her but right up while he fucked her ass. They were deep in the throws, and she was saying fuck yes, and moaning, throughout the anal sex. 

Then she took his dick again, and sucked as hard as she could, as if love could be expressed through intensity. The intensity of her passion couldn’t be missed, and Holden felt deep in love with her. After he was going down on her, nudging it and licking it hard enough to make her come. And then she had her face down no the couch, while he held her, and took her from behind. 

At the end, she grabbed his dick like it was her hubby, and used her hands to make him cum. At the moment it burst, he let the resistance in his body build, and then he came right her in mouth, and then got some on her lips, and she ate it all licking it up by moving her tongue around in a big circle, and then swallowing it all heartily. She smiled at him, and then he went down on her one more time, while she lay on the couch. She pushed his head lightly down to her pussy, and he ate her out. Until she came, and she was quenched as well.



My love, my everything,

There isn’t a moment I don’t think about you. Was that something to do with our bodies desire to have sex?

I know that it wasn’t. Never before has someone so consumed my mind. And never has someone stolen my soul. It is stolen because I gave it to you. And it never wants to come back to me.

And so I lend it to you Holden. For eternity. And if someone, there is even a second after eternity, then I lend it you then, and I lend it to you after then.



A few minutes later they were laying on the couch, with a duvet blanket from the bed draped over them. They had wiped themselves with Kleenex, I mean to say anything they hadn’t eaten off each other. He lovingly caressed her hair, twirling it, and she dozed a few times, though woke up, having the thought in her dream, that she needed to kiss him, and she kissed him each time. After a while, Salazar need to go to the bathroom. Hahaha. I’m only joking. …Holden needed to go to the bathroom, and he moved her arm carefully from under his, and then set her body fully on the couch, and moved to the bathroom. 

When he walked into the bathroom, it seemed it was occupied, because the stalker was in there. I mean, he must have been feeling a bit off, he was usually so smooth. But there he was on the toilet, masturbating harder than had ever seen any human masturbate, like online, or anything. He could only think, ‘what the fuck…’. But quickly he realized he needed to do something. And he thought to be the first one to speak. “Hey,” he said. “What the fuck are you doing?” By the time he said hey the once unstoppable stalker was already moving. He still had his hand on his penis, but had almost gotten around Holden. The stalker try to move past him and get through the door. There was some room, he had stepped into the bathroom a bit, if the guy could just get past his hip. And Holden was unsure if she made contact with the strange person, especially when he had his hand on his penis… But he thought about Fionae being out there, and he quickly moved to block the man from exiting. The stalker anticipated the move, and stepped around as far as he could. Holden almost had stopped him from stepping out, but the stalker removed one hand from his penis and punched Holden away from him, as Holden was trying to body check the jacker into the bathroom wall. Well fuck, he thought, the stalker go through and was out the door. 

The stalker ran to Fionae instead of running out the door, or one o f the windows up the apartment. I mean it was long way down, but who knows with this guy. He grabbed her and pulled her to the balcony. But before he stepped up, and started jacking again. She was asleep, though it seemed she might wake up. He was jacking right over her head like he was going to come all over her face and hair, and Holden saw him. Suddenly he ran as fast as he could over to the stalker. One more body check, and the jacker crashed through the glass, and almost fell over the balcony. And he failed to ejaculate on Fionae’s face. 

She awoke startled. “Holden,” She said, “Get him the fuck away from me!” Holden stepped outside, after the stalker to subdue him. But he still had much of the same slickness, and bounded down the balcony to the balcony below, and then he jumped down one more balcony, and then he broke through the glass door, and ran into the apartment, and likely ran off into the night, perhaps never to be seen again.



Holden ran and took her into his arms. She was shaking badly, though she was alright. He had not hurt her, though the shock was very strong. “Hey”, he said. “Are you okay?” 

She looked right at him, she looked upset enough to cry for a second, though it passed. “I am,” she said. “I’m really okay. You saved me. I can’t believe that. But you really did.”

“He not had hurt you. He had not done anything at all. But the shock of it? Is there anything you need?”

“You, I just need you. In fact, to the point of absurdity, that’s all I need. Don’t ever leave me. And don’t ever not make love to me all day.”

She got up from the ground, and kissed him very hard on the mouth, and then she held him in a hug for a bit. “Just want you to be right next to me with no gap ever.”

He held tightly. That’s all I want is for you to feel okay.

“Come lie down with me a bit,” she said. 

They went into the bedroom. They got comfy with the duvet from the couch, that Holden had brought back. She laid her cheek on his collarbone, and she closed her eyes. And she fell comfortably asleep, feeling very grateful to her lover. 



Holden stayed awake a little, and worried that the stalker could come back. He thought about how he had found the stalker just sitting there, and he wondered if he could have done anything differently. There wasn’t much of anything. And hindsight is 20/20. 

There wasn’t any reason to do nothing, so after a while, he went and locked the door. And then he went back to bed and slept as well. 

It was almost four hours later that they woke up. It was Fionae that woke up first, and when she brushed Holden’s face and woke him up, he opened his eyes, blinked, and saw her approximately a few inches from his face. “How are you feeling?” 

“I’m feeling good. In fact, I’m feeling really good.” “It looks it. You’ve never smiled so purely.”

“That’s now. And all I want is you.”

He knew she was alright. And he trusted her deeply. She leaned in to kiss him, and he grazed her neck lovingly. They were still naked and she climbed atop him, and massaged his penis to get it ready. And then she started having sex with him as lovingly as possible. She cherished every moment with him while they were in throes of passion. And each movement seemed to have the magnitude of all the love in the world to her.



They turned on their side, and she motioned for him to fuck her, and he also made love to her, going deep inside, and not going too quick. She moaned, and said yes, over and over. Soon she was saying harder, and harder. Then she went on top again, and started really fucking him. She made the decision to fuck harder than she had ever fucked. And she assumed Holden could handle it. With both her hands in the middle of his chests, she rode him like a the wind. And with her hands between his chests muscles, it was like she was shocking him with panels back to life. By the end of it she was screaming at the top of her lungs.

She came and just kept going. Her orgasm got deeper. Until she came came again. Then she needed Holden more. She went down on him and choked it all down and held it in her mouth for what felt like a minute. And then she bent over and told him to thrust as hard as he possibly could. “Fuck me, fuck me as hard as you possibly can.” And he started going harder. “Even harder,” she said. “Oh, Fuck YEAAAA!” she screamed. Soon she came, once more, as hard as possibly could. Over the bed while Holden was still inside her. She shivered and then stayed motionless with her eyes closed, panting. Then she turned around quickly, took Holdens dick, and beat it as hard as she could, almost like the stalked beat his, Holden thought. And she directed the cum all over her face. She loved the sex, and the pure passion with her partner, and there didn’t seem to be anything else so important in the Universe.




Holden, my dear? Do your hear me?

I need for you to be able to hear me always.

And I need more than that. I need to have you here, next to me, always.

I need you to hear every thought of mine. I need you to hold me every time I cry. 

I need you to be my husband. And I need to tell you something. I see him around the corner, though I can never see his face.

The stalker was there, moving in the same way. And sometimes, his hand is…

Right down his pants.

Help me, babe.



They slept again after that, through the night, and until early in the morning. They awoke around 4 30 am, and found the apartment cold from having the window broken. 

“I guess I should get that fixed right away,” Holden said.

“Yes! Get it fixed right away!” And there was something else on her mind. “Holden who was that?”

“I don’t know. It was nobody,” he said. But there was more he needed to say. “It is possible we have a stalker. I don’t know how to say this, but it is possible I have seen him before.” 

“Oh, no!” She said, as she grabbed him in her arms and hugged him. He knew to hug her back. “I believe you, is it bad?”

He was not sure how much to say right at first. Though he obviously had to tell her everything. “You know, I think I have seen three, four times. It could be, and Salazar thinks it could be quite bad. They are sure he is stalking us, actually. They are sure it is often.”

“Is it all the time? Oh my goodness?”

“I have to say Salazar says it is possible that he is. Though we don’t know for sure. It is often.” 

“Nooo!” She believed him instantly. She knew someone was following her often. Whether it was all the time, she was too shocked to think about it right now. Presently, she just needed to try to process the truth that someone was watching her that she didn’t know, and that he was trying to hurt her. All of the sudden, she could feel the effect she had had on him, how she shook a little before opening a door, how she felt her hair rising just a little time to time. That feeling of things not quite adding up. It was this person, this stalker, that would watch her… constantly, perhaps all of the time.

“It’s Okay,” he told her. “Everything is okay.”

“What if he’s around now? What if he’s here tonight?”

 “I’m with you. He’s not going to get to you ever.”

“Holden, I am alone all the time. How am I going to live with this? How am I going to stay safe when there is a mad man doing all of that.”

“Well, there is something I have to say. Maybe I should be with all of the time, from now on. I can protect you.”

“Holden what if we got a security guard?”

“The thing is… I want to protect you. I want to be the one to do it. I will always be there for you.”

“Well, okay. You are my love. I believe in you. You will keep me safe.”

“Yes, absolutely, I will. I will until this is over.”

“Then I am moving in.”

“Really? I could always stay at your place.”

“Nope, I am moving in. I just want to be right here. I want to make it as easy as possible for you, okay?”

“Well, okay. I am totally fine with that.”

“And if we want to stay at my place for a change, one once in a while, I am not giving it up, so that’s going to be alright.”

“That’s fine as well. And I’ll keep you safe no matter where we are.”

“Thanks, babe,” she said. And she kissed him with grateful emotion.



They got up, and showered together, and got in the car. They had bagels and coffee from a shop they parked at and went in for five minutes, eating them on the road. Holden dropped her off at work, and then drove to his writing office to try and really get some words written down, in spite of all of the torrid drama caused by this terrifying villain. 

He watched her protectively, as she walked into her shoot, dressed in skin tight jeans, and a leather jacket covering her shirt which exposed her large, and fake, boobs. It could make him feel like quite the writer, having her on his arm, or sitting beside him in every cafe, but right now, he just felt like the right man for the job, the protector of those in need the most. Right this second that was her without any argument that could deny it. 

As he drove the streets, he looked around for their stalker, but he didn’t see him. He felt certain this was only for a lack of intensity in his effort; the stalker was without doubt lurking just behind some corner. And he was lurking with the most passionate interest, and most evil intentions.

When he arrived at his writing office, he expected the most ordinary and routine experience, but he was going to have an exceptionally bizarre and unexpected one. There was no way of knowing; there was no way to prepare. But he would make it through… probably.



He slipped through the door and everything seemed perfectly normal. But there was something he could not sense. Someone was not there. Someone was lurking behind every corner, as he drove through the busy roads to here, and he was already in the office. 

Holden sat down at his desk, and opened his laptop and set to work. Certain element of the the past day animated his writing, and made it ready to flow from his fingers. In ten minutes he had the first page. 

From there it is always tougher. Nonetheless, in another ten minutes he was almost done another page. He was typing up the end of a great paragraph, when he felt the coldest finger he had ever felt touch his lips. Then he felt it forced into his mouth. The stalker would not let him push it out. So not knowing what to do, Holden bit down. The stalker’s finger severed from his hand, the bond cracking loudly. But he not backed away. Instead he came inside Holden. He was jacking profusely with his other hand. Based on the grimace on his face, there wasn’t much time left before the man came. And all of the sudden, he came all over Holden’s laptop, and screamed, agghhh. 

Something about it hurt so deeply, it was like someone had meant to grab his heart out of his chest, and rip it out. He could feel about the same amount of emotion watching the stalker’s cum ooze down his laptop, as if he was watching his heart oozing blood, lying on the floor beside him. 

The jacking attacker, suddenly brushed all the keys of Holden’s laptop with his penis. But it was what happened next that was so terrible, and horrifying. In the blink of the eye, he grabbed the laptop, held it above head. And then suddenly turned, as if he had been studying where, and exactly how Holden had been sitting, the entire time he was writing, right over the head with laptop.




When I was a child, I discovered masturbation. 

I was four, and do not doubt me. I saw it on tv. 

There was a porno as my Mom changed the channels. And I felt it in my dick. I know I had. 

Tell me, Mom, I said.

No, she said.

Come on, tell me.

It was a porno, it is not for you, she said.

So I looked it up. Then I watched porn every time my mom wasn’t home, every time she was at the store. 

And rubbed it. I rubbed my penis, and I rubbed it on and on. 

Soon, it didn’t matter whether she was there on not. I just rubbed it twenty-four seven.

She could hear me, and she would cry. After a while, I didn’t care at all, and I would beat as loud as I could, and as hard as I could.

And she cried hard, I mean, she balled.

But when I hand’t quite had enough. I walked into my Mom’s bedroom and stuck my dick right in her mouth. And I told her not to fucking move until I was finished.



The jacking attacker had a nick name he liked to call himself. No one had ever jacked off on so many living bodies. No one had ever jacked off on so many dead bodies. And those were what he loved. Of all the jack offs, all the rapes, those were his favourite of all. The dead bod ones. So that’s what he was. The “Dead Bod Man”.  The best fucker of dead bods ever.

The “Dead Bod Man” had knocked Holden out cold. He had damn near killed him. In a heap, on the floor, he looked not like a champion writer, but a broken victim. There was no way that guy was moving for hours. The “Dead Bod Man” took down his pants, and started jacking very hard, just like he wanted to do if it was Fionae. He was squeezing his dick to the point where it bled, and jacking unbelievably hard. And then he came all over Holden’s face, and hair. He shot some first over Holden’s nose and eyes, and then over his hair, dangling above his forehead. The Great Writer, humbled, embarrassed, made nothing.

He wasn’t done with Holden. He went to the kitchen area of the office, found the bottles of wine, and beer. And drank them. Two bottles of wine, three beers, done. Like that. Almost in a minute. Then he went back over to Holden. This time his pants came clean off. And then he kneeled down, spread Holden out, as if he were lying on a very narrow bed, and then he turned him on his back. He grabbed Holden pants and ripped them down his legs. And the same with his boxers. And then he stuck his dick in Holden’s butt. And then he fucked him as hard as he could, while Holden was unconscious. The Dead Bod Man, on top of Holden, raping him, while no one could do anything about it. 

This was one of his main two prey. He had followed Holden and Fionae all day. And although he preferred women to jack on and fuck, he was more than happy with this one. As the boyfriend of Fionae, no one man had ever obsessed him more. The Dead Bod Man tried to ravage Holden’s butt with all his might. Then he stood up, and jacked as hard as he could. Then he kicked Holden over onto his front, and jacked into his face one more time. “And I am fucking gay. At least a little!” He shouted as he ejaculated onto Holden.



If Holden were awake, this would be the most scarring experience possible. But he was not, and he would not remember. But the pain in his asshole, the feeling of semen on his face, would sting in his memory for ever. Those would be undeniable signs of the fact he had been raped. They were in the future. 

The Dead Bod Man went out of the office and into the hallway. He went in each and every office on the floor, and personally jacked off on every desk on the floor. It was a dirty mess, for a bunch of losers that cleaned this building to clean up. It was not his problem at all. 

When he returned into the room, Holden was still lying on the floor, unconscious. The Dead Bod Man went to find some supplies to pack Holden up and bring him back to his hideout. 

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