A Last Chance
A Last Chance by Cookie K.
** WARNING! This story contains graphic material including, but not limited to, sex, blood, gore, general violence, rape, death, torture, and other suggestive themes. Happy reading! ^_^**
As he sat in his cell, Chance wished tomorrow would hurry up and get here so he wouldn't have to wait and stress about it any longer. He knew today was his last day, and he just wanted it to be over. He had thought of escaping to avoid his fate, but he knew that he wouldn't get very far, so now as he sat in this tiny prison cell, he wondered if he would feel any pain, or if it would just be quick and painless.
Chance knew what he did was wrong, but he didn't regret doing it. He decided that, rather than stressing about his last few moments, he'd remember how thrilling his crime had been. He was in for the rape and murder of Finrir D. Nettle. The very thought of the name sent excited chills down Chance's back.
It all started three years ago.
Finrir was the neighborhood watch dog. Any time anything didn't seem right, Finrir was the first to let anyone know about it. He was a flamingly gay gossiper and he didn't care who he hurt, or who he pissed off. As was the norm, Chance happened to hear Finrir's voice mouthing off around the corner, and sure enough, here he comes; as loud and obnoxious as ever.
Chance hated Finrir. Not because Finrir had talked badly about Chance or anything like that, but because Finrir was gay, and his being so openly flamboyant was bad for all men. He made all well rounded men look bad. Chance was a military man, and he wanted to eradicate anything that didn't support his morals, so Finrir was on his list.
That night, Chance made plans to destroy Finrir. So he went to the store on the corner, bought a pack of cigarettes and a lock pick, and made his way to Finrir's house. Once inside, Chance snuck into Finrir's room where he was sleeping and used the duct tape he'd brought with him to tape Finrir's muzzle shut, and tape his arms and legs to the four corners of the bed.
Finrir woke up as this was happening, and saw Chance's gleaming golden yellow eyes in the night, then the crimson tufts of fur clashing with the jet black coat came into focus, as the muscular wolf continued prepping Finrir for the inevitable.
Finrir slept naked, as most adult male wolves do. And Chance took a moment to look Finrir's body over. Chance wanted to enjoy this, and make Finrir's death an ironic one and a sign to any other fags out there to get lost. So, Chance took his clothes off and grabbed Finrir's sheath firmly with his left hand, grasping his own with his right.
Finrir jumped at the feeling of Chance's tight grip, and settled down as Chance rubbed both his own, and Finrir's sheaths until they both had fully erect penises. Then, Chance took his hand off of Finrir's cock, and grabbed his tail before mounting Finrir and jamming his length deep into Finrir's rear. Finrir gasped as he felt Chance's huge knot slide into him, and he looked down at Chance, who was now humping him in such a harsh fashion, Finrir could feel his anus ripping painfully.
While his knot was stuck inside Finrir's now bleeding ass, Chance leaned over the edge of the bed where his pants were laying, and drew out a huge knife. He looked at Finrir's face and saw the wolf's eyes fill with terror as he saw the size of the weapon. Chance smiled and thrust his hips hard against Finrir's backside, savoring the grunts of pain now emerging from Finrir's throat.
As Chance thrusted deep into Finrir's bowels, he watched Finrir's cock throbbing, and finally cum spewed from the tip. As Finrir came, Chance forced the blade in his hand into Finrir's chest cavity and pulled the knife down through Finrir's stomach, hearing the muffled screams of pain as the wolf's blood gushed out of his body.
Chance continued to hump Finrir until he was dead, then he took his cock out of Finrir's corpse and pawed off until he came into the gaping hole he had made in the body.
After the incident occurred, it was less than a week before police found him, though it took two years to sentence him to death row for his hate crime. So now, three years after the death of Finrir D. Nettle, Chance sat and waited for his own death by lethal injection.
'Not long now.' He thought. 'Just a few more hours.'
He wasn't sorry for what he'd done; he wished he could have done more. So now he waits...
'Only a few more minutes...'
The guards come and retrieve him, leading him down the hall and strapping him onto a table, much the same way he tied Finrir to his bed.
'Only one more minute...'
The needle was cleaned and inserted into his arm.
'Here it comes...' as he thought this, he let himself have one last erection and thought about how he raped Finrir so horribly.
The poison seeped into Chance's body and he felt the pain of a thousand burning fires as he died.