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KIDSNUFF Story $08 -- "Ryan's Rape" (Mb,nc,rape,sodom,pedo,snuff,pedosnuff).
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ORIGINAL PUBLICATION DATE: 06:46:05am EDT, Tue., 14-Jan-1997.
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CONTENT: This story depicts the forcible rape and murder of a young boy
by a grown man, and is only intended for consumption by those 18 years of age
or older. If you are offended by this material or are underage, please skip
this article NOW.
STANDARD DISCLAIMERS: "Ryan's Rape" is *fiction*. All poeple, places,
and events in it are imaginary; any resemblence to reality is coincidental.
NO CHILDREN WERE, NOR HAVE ANY EVER BEEN, HARMED IN THE COURSE OF WRITING
THIS OR ANY OTHER OF THIS AUTHOR'S STORIES.
This story is offered in the hope that it may provide a catharsis for
those hapless individuals -- this author included -- who, whether by random
accident of malicious fate, the dark and capricious decree of a malevolent
God, or otherwise, are cursed with a sexuality which only finds pleasure in
fantasizing about the violent rape, torture, and murder of small boys. It is
this author's hope and intention that such unfortunates will derive their
pleasure from reading this article, and not from other, more destructive
means. THIS TEXT IS *NOT* INTENDED TO PROMOTE OR TO CONDONE THE COMMISSION
OF ANY CRIME!
NOTE: This is an ADAPTATION of someone else's story, posted under the
original title "The Pool". I hope the author will forgive all the liberties
I've taken with this truly magnificent story! The beginning and ending are
both new, but most of the middle portion of the story -- perhaps 95% of the
entire tale -- ISN'T MINE. Just thought I'd offer a fair warning.
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Story #08:
--= "Ryan's Rape" =--
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NOTE FROM THE *ORIGINAL AUTHOR*: This story is created from police and
newspaper stories. It is, however, totally fiction. None of this really
happened, although it could have happened as written. With the number of
child abductions occurring in the USA, who knows what really happens to
them? Any similarity to actual occurrences is coincidental.
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Dear diary:
I still think that's a pretty stupid way of beginning an entry, but even
after six years, I still haven't thought of a better opening.
Almost four o'clock in the AM and I still can't sleep. The Ryan Platt
case has got me all wound up; I just can't stop thinking about it! So much has
happened since that fateful day; everything I am, or can ever hope to be,
first came to pass on that far-off summer day...
But as I've never reduced the matter to writing before, I have decided
that it would be better if I were to start at the beginning, and relate the
whole story, lest certain others (the authorities, perchance? Though long may
it be before I have to deal with THEM!) come to draw their own -- and probably
quite erroneous -- conclusions. To whomsoever this tale may come, let these
words stand as a testament to What Really Happened.
It all started in my second summer working as a lifeguard supervisor at
the community swimming pool.
It's a pretty hot way to spend the summer... in BOTH senses of the word.
Watching the hijinx of all those cute kids as they splash and frolic about in
the water, shrieking with exhuberant glee -- with nothing between any of them
and a birthday suit besides some skimpy pieces of cloth!
If a kid really caught my eye, I'd follow him into the locker room and
really check him out. Uh, "him", right. I only like boys. Girls just don't
do it for me somehow, you know what I mean?
Now don't get me wrong; LOTS of people fantasize about sex with kids --
they just don't do it, that's all. And until that fateful summer, I was one of
them -- the kind that "think", but don't "do". I don't know why, but sometimes
I fantasize about rubbing my hands over a boy's smooth, hairless skin and
sucking on that tiny little weenie of his... God! Just saying it makes me hot
to trot!
Now there were hundreds of kids at the pool, but one boy in particular
always stood out, always caught my attention. His name was Ryan Platt, a thin,
blond, waif-like thing of ten, who hung out at the pool just about every day.
I don't know what it was about him that attracted me to him. Maybe it was the
squint of his eyes, or the sweep of his wind-blown hair, or his solemn,
freckled, almost expressionless face. Certainly his body was nothing special.
He had a typical body for a 10-year-old -- smooth, hairless, flat, and
completely unmuscular. Wimpy, even. I don't know what it was, but I just
wanted so desparately to hold him and hug him. I wanted to run my hand over
his smooth body and hold his balls and fondle his little pecker... God! I get
hot just THINKING about it!
But of course, this could only be a fantasy. If I ever did such a thing
I'd go to jail. Sex with kids is unacceptable, right?
So all I could do was imagine. Imagine how I could get him alone, imagine
what it would be like to "play" with him. How would he react? Would he like
it? Would he scream, or be scared? All I could do was stare at him and wonder.
It could only be as fantasy. Or so I thought at the time!
"The" day -- the day Everything Changed -- was a Thursday. Now, Thursday
was a late night, we stayed open until 9:30pm. It was about 10:00pm, almost
everyone was gone, the lifeguards were all signed out, and I was locking the
place up.
That's when I heard a whimpering coming from a corner near the filtration
room, almost drowned out by the sound of the pumps.
I walked over to investigate: it was Ryan, sitting on the floor, holding
his legs and crying. Turned out someone had stolen his shoes, and he was
afraid to go home without them -- he had a long way to walk. And his Mom would
be SO mad... Now, stolen shoes were not uncommon, and one could usually get a
pair good enough to walk home in out of the Lost & Found.
So I helped Ryan up and I took him to find a pair of shoes. We found a
pair, a little big, but O.K., and he put them on. He was really happy to have
shoes again, I directed him towards the door, he turned around and gave be a
great big hug.
To this day, I don't quite know what happened -- something snapped. I
don't know what came over me. Maybe it was the feel of his smooth bare back in
my arms, or maybe it was the feel of his soft, bare, smooth, warm hairless
chest pressed against my own -- but whatever the cause, I got an instant
hard-on. I really wanted to go further with this kid. I wanted to slide my
hand down inside his swimsuit and feel his little tool.
Thoughts raced through my mind. No one was around. No one could see. No
one would know. I reached for the front of his suit, and I let my hand rub
against his penis. The kid jumped back and looked at me funny. He started to
run towards the door as he tried to pull his suit up the rest of the way. I
couldn't let him go -- no, not just yet! -- and besides, I didn't know what he
would do. I just wanted to talk with him... or so I told myself. I chased him
to the door and grabbed him by the arm, I asked him to wait. He just kept
pulling away and trying to run. Finally, I got him by both arms and pulled him
close. He continued to push me away, and when he got one arm free he swung at
me! Hit me square in the throat.
That punch really hurt, and I was starting to cough; meanwhile, he was
still swinging at me wildly. It's really weird, because our struggle was
almost completely silent. Apart from the occasional grunt of desperation, Ryan
was making no sound at all. I guess he was just too scared to yell.
Then I was able to grab both his hands; I squeezed him tight and pulled
him close to me again; he punched me a second time, on the chin this time. And
now I got really mad. I let go of his arm, grabbed him by the hair, and swung
him a right cross to the jaw that laid him flat out cold.
Now I KNEW I was in trouble. I might have been able to explaine away
the other things. But knocking out a 10-year-old? No way Jose! My heart was
pumping 1,000 miles an hour.
I knew I was in deeper than I wanted to be, but there was no way out: If
this kid told on me, my life was over.
I carried him into the First Aid room and placed him on a cot.
I watched as his smooth chest and stomach went up and down with each
breath. I took my hand and ran it over his smooth body. I felt his small
nipples, and ran my hand down into his swimsuit and felt his small shriveled
pecker. I looked at his silent face, and went to get some ice for the swelling
on his chin.
The cold on his face must have been enough to wake him up because he
opened his eyes. Almost immediately, he started to struggle.
I stroked his face and told him to be still so I could hold the ice on
his chin.
He was obviously scared, and I told him not to worry. I was wondering
which of us was more scared.
He continued to struggle and kick as I tried to hold him down. He started
screaming. I placed my hand over his mouth but I couldn't hold it there with
him tossing and turning.
I was losing hold of him and I didn't want him to run. I tried to climb
on top of him to hold him down. He kept kicking and pushing and all I was able
to do was get a knee on his body. I shifted my weight to my knee to keep him
down on the cot. He moved his body so my knee was on his stomach. He was
trying to slide out from under my knee so I put all my weight on him. He
flexed his stomach muscles to keep my knee from smushing him guts, his face
was turning red. Suddenly his muscles relaxed and my knee sank into his
belly. He stopped struggling and started grunting at me to get off.
Something about my knee in his guts -- I don't know what -- gave me an
instant hard-on. I got a head rush full of violence. I put my hands on his
shoulders and ground my knee in his belly. I told him he was going to sit
still and do as I told him, or I would really give him some pain. I asked him
if he understood; he didn't answer. I used the springs of the cot and bounced
my knee into his stomach a few times until he groaned yes.
I climbed off of him; he had tears in his eyes and was shaking with fear.
I was scared too.
He sat up on the cot, and I sat down next to him. I put my arm around him
and I could feel him shaking. I told him I wasn't really going to hurt him. I
put my arms around him so my hands were on his stomach. I massaged his belly
and asked him if I had hurt him.
He said his stomach hurt in the middle. So I pushed his head down onto
the pillow so he was laying on his back. I continued to massage his stomach in
a small circle.
Slowly, I made the circle bigger until I was rubbing from his chest to
just above his pubic area. I started to work my way lower until my hand was
sliding under his swimsuit.
I noticed that his little pecker had gotten hard, even though he was
still shaking.
I looked him in the eye, and ran my hand into his swim suit until my hand
was in his crotch and I was able to feel his balls below his little hard on.
He bent his legs and tried to protect himself from my touching him. I reminded
him that he was going to do as I said.
I told him to take off his suit. He hugged his legs and said no. I made a
fist and told him to do it -- or I would do it for him.
He uncurled and very slowly took off his suit. He was well tanned from
being at the pool daily, but he was snow white where the suit had covered him.
I told him to stand up. I admired his young body, it was smooth and fresh. As
he stood there, I noticed the development of his young body. His abdominal
muscles clearly divided his stomach area into six sections. And the way his
muscles tapered down towards his pecker made me "hot". I reached over took
his arm and pulled him closer. I held his wrist with one hand while with the
other I gave his testicles and little jingle. He backed away, but I squeezed
his wrist and kept him near. I continued to play with his nuts. I tickled
them and massaged them with my fingers. We both watched as his little pecker
grew and pointed towards me. I started to tickle his tool with my finger until
it was rock hard. Suddenly his little body gave a quick shiver. I wasn't sure
if that was his little boy version of cuming, or he just had a shiver run up
his spine. But from the look on his face, it was a new experience.
I let go of him and took off my own swimsuit. I told him to do for me
what I had just done to him.
He wasn't very good at it, but he complied. His hand was shaking and he
was obviously still terrified. I did manage to "spring to attention" very
quickly though!
I still couldn't imagine that this was really happening. It was so easy.
It had to be a dream. I thought that I would wake up any minute.
My dick was rock-hard, and Ryan still had his own little stiffy.
I backed Ryan into a chair and made him sit.
I pushed his legs apart and started to give him a hand job. I bent down
and put his little hard-on in my mouth. It was the first time I had a penis in
my mouth. Ryan's was hard and warm. As I licked it and tickled it with my
tongue it reminded me of sucking on a "Slow Poke".
Ryan's dick felt wonderful in my mouth. It was about the size of my thumb
and I was easily able to gobble the whole thing. His balls hung low between
his legs and I caressed them as I sucked the head of his cock.
All at once his stomach muscles went stiff and he started to hum in a
vibrating rhythm.
After a few seconds his body went limp. This time I was sure he had cum
for the first time in his life. And, as it turned out, for the last...
I stood up and looked at him. He had a strange look on his face. I
couldn't tell if he was scared or ashamed. I stood in front of the chair and
told him to suck my cock. He hesitated until I showed him a clenched fist. He
took my cock in his mouth, bit it was really to big for him. I tried to fuck
his face but he kept gagging and choking; finally my dick went limp and I
stopped trying. I pushed him back into the chair in exasperation.
I started to think about how turned on I got when my knee was in his gut.
When he was scared and hurting, I was really hard.
I turned quickly and faced him. I demanded that he stand up.
I reached down and grabbed his balls firmly in my hand with my thumb and
index finger pulling them towards me. Ryan reached down and grabbed my hand.
He whined that I was hurting him. I told him that if he thought that hurt,
this would hurt even more. And I gave his balls a hard squeeze and let go.
Ryan gave out a scream and grabbed his balls and held them in a fetal
position on the floor. He was crying loudly rocking back and forth.
I yelled at him to stop screaming. I used my foot to push him on his
back, and placed my foot on his chest. I put enough weight on his chest so
he'd stop whining.
I reached down and pulled him up to his feet.
My cock was rock-hard and urgently needed satisfaction.
I dragged him over to the desk and bent him over the side of it. I took
some tanning oil and squirted in on my hard cock. I held Ryan down with one
hand and used my other hand to guide my cock into his boy butt. I never
thought I would fuck ANYONE's ass, let alone a 10-year-old's, but it was
wonderful. His ass with tighter than any cunt I've ever known, and he yelled
as I fucked his butt. I reached around covered his mouth with my hand. It
wasn't long before I was ready to squirt and I pulled out just in time to
spray a load on Ryan's back. Ryan was crying hysterically now and was frozen
in place looking at me.
Thoughts were flying through my mind. What am I going to do now? Is there
any way I can let this kid go? How could I let this go so far?
As it turned out Ryan solved the problem for me.
I'd gotten a towel to wipe the cum off Ryan's back. As I approached him
he started to back away. I stuck my hand out to grab a hold of him and he took
off running and dashed around me. He ran towards the office door in an attempt
to get out. I grabbed him by the hair just as he was about to escape. He was
swinging wildly as I tried to grab a hold of him and drag him from the door.
But this time he began screaming, as if his life depended upon it. There was
no one anywhere near within earshot to hear him, but it still scared the
living bejeezus out of me. I finally managed to get a hold of one wrist, but
he was still swinging and kicking at me, and was in fact on the verge of
getting away! In a complete panic, I slapped him across the face, sending him
sprawling. He was up in an instant, running again. I tried to grab him again,
with him fighting me tooth and nail. I was now in a complete panic, and I felt
something snap within me. My fury was completely unbounded; I gave him a
couple of shots to the head that dazed him; then I pushed him against the
wall and punched him in the stomach. Once, twice, three times, I buried my
fist deeply in his unflexed belly.
Ryan fell to the floor with a thud, gasping for air. And while he was
still gasping, I picked up the towel and wrapped it around his neck, then
pulled the ends tight. Ryan passed out within seconds, but I held continued
to hold the noose tight for another couple of minutes.
At last I let go and let him sag limply to the concrete.
I rolled him over on his back: he wasn't breathing. I took his pulse: he
didn't have one. Ryan Platt was dead. I stared at him, shivering. My fantasy
had become a reality; a reality far beyond anything I had ever imagined.
Terrifying, sordid, and dreadfully problematic -- but oh, so shudderingly
satisfying! I "came" right there where I was, spilling my seed right onto
Ryan's naked body.
After I'd recovered my composure, I first returned the shoes to Lost &
Found, and then dragged Ryan's naked little corpse down into the maintenance
room and stuffed it behind the furnace for the time being. Later on -- around
dawn -- I returned, wrapped him up in an old blanket, bundled him into the
trunk of my car, drove off to an isolated spot I knew of, and dumped him off
in the woods. Stark naked, of course -- naturally I kept his swimsuit for
myself! And there was an end of cute little Ryan...
The next day was really rough, but I managed. The police came around,
asking after Ryan and trying to retrace his final hours; but of naturally I
was expecting this. And in fact, it really wasn't all that big a deal: after
all, I'm a lifeguard -- I see literally HUNDREDS of kids each and every day,
Ryan Platt among the rest. Were ANY kid to leave the pool area at ANY time,
I'd have NO way of knowing he'd done so, or why he'd gone, where he went after
that. That's what I told them, and as far as it went, it was God's honest
truth.
It's really a shame -- for THEM, anyway -- that we're such a SMALL town;
a larger one might've had a dog. You know, a bloodhound. A dog sniffing about
would've found the spot where Ryan's body lay in no time flat, and that would
probably have been the end of me. But there was no dog, and no one thought of
getting one until the trail was long since cold.
So Ryan Pratt became a Missing Child. Big media coverage, posters of him
put up everywhere, T.V. appeals by his Mommy and Daddy holding his Favorite
Teddy Bear (Pink. Stupid color for a boy's Teddy Bear), blah blah blah...
Hell, I even swiped one of the posters! I keep it alongside his swimsuit to
this day.
And that bring us up to the present time, and the reason why I've decided
to write this all out.
You see, though Ryan's been dead a long time -- about five years now, as
I make it out -- they've only just now found him. Actually, it happened about
a month and a half ago: a bunch of stupid little kids out playing hooky in the
woods managed to stumble (literally, I think) over his bones. Of course no-one
knew who it was at the time -- only that it used to be a little kid. *I* knew
who it was, but naturally I wasn't telling! Then, after about a month of fancy
DNA tests, the Fuzz finally managed to I.D. him. They made the announcement a
week ago, and the press has been having a real field day ever since. Seeing
the whole thing played out in the papers all over again has been a real blast;
after all, though Ryan's not the only kid I've killed since then -- he's got
LOTS of company, believe me! -- yet he WAS my first, and you can be sure I'll
never forget him.
Hmmm... Took 'em five years to find Ryan... how long, I wonder, before
they find the others? Not that it matters much -- I don't even live there any
more! Moved out the following year, once I was sure I wasn't a suspect.
Phew! And now here's the paperboy! I can see him clearly through my
bedroom window, riding that old rattletrap bicycle of his, doing his Sunday
run. Jeez, six in the morning already -- where in the Hell does the time go?
I'd no idea it was as late (early?) as all that...
Aha, it's Kenny Dunstan. Yeah, that's his name. Twelve years old, all
boy, and every solitary inch of him cute. I've thought about doing him for a
long time, of course -- it gets pretty quiet and isolated out here at this
hour of the day, you know what I mean? -- but I never quite got around to it.
After all, MOST days at this hour I'm usually fast asleep! I normally only see
late Sunday afternoons, when he comes collecting, and everyone and his Uncle
is up and about then.
But this isn't the afternoon, it's six in the morning, I'm wide awake...
and all this mooning over Ryan has gone and made me horny as all Hell! So
let's SEE now: suppose I go down and meet Kenny at the door? Offer to pay his
weekly collection a day early? Invite him IN, even...? Yeeeeah, THAT's the
ticket!
Come to papa, Little Kenny, come to papa...!
Ah well, and here he comes now...! Gotta go now, folks. Gotta show a Cute
Little Boy a goot time! Hell, I think this is gonna turn out to be a really
FUN day...
//End
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