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My name is Lars and I am 21-year-old black wolf. I'm 6-foot tall and of average girth. I am also a homosexual and have been one for most of my life, at least since 6th grade. How I found out I was gay is neither important nor interesting. Make up your own damn conclusions. I have a boyfriend, a big, sexy red dragon named Seth. He is is all the same as me, except for species. Now don't get it in your heads that we are a couple of weak, skipping, Striestand-listening, rainbow-wearing fags that seem to inhabit the gay community. No, Seth and I are fucking killers. I mean that as in, we are fucking killers that fucking kill. We had to deal with being bullied, harassed, discriminated against all our fucking lives and we have gotten fucking sick and tired of it. We were also sick of the bullshit advice we got from our straight friends, our parents, our teachers and who-the-fuck-ever else, like telling us to "just ignore it" or to go tell the cops about it and watch them do jack-diddly-shit about it. Seth and I vowed to actually do something about it. We set out on a nation-wide quest to find anybody who was anti-gay and bullied and abused LGBT people and torture and kill them, starting with the motherfuckers that made our childhoods a living Hell.

"Who's first on the list, hon?" Seth asked as we sped along the desert highway. "I dunno, what about Nick Johns, the kid who was a bully to everybody?"

"Naw, I think he offed himself a while back. hmmm... I got it!" he said with as his face lit up. "Who?", I asked excitedly. He looked at me and said simply "Mister Jones"

"M..mr. Jones, as in the gym teacher? The one everybody hated?", he just nodded and we sped towards our first kill.

Time for some history, children. Stanley Jones, or Mr. Jones, was our 9th grade PE teacher and he was a fucking nightmare. He was indeed hated by everybody, and here's why. He hated everybody. He was sexiest, racist and incredibly homophobic. He had a dartboard in his office and he had pictures of famous gay icons and the gay pride flag and everyday he would throw darts at it. One time, he caught me and Seth together and told us that if ever caught us "fags doing any of your queer ass-shit, I will take you both back outside and kill you both. And if you ever think of telling the principle, I will kill you." So, yeah, he was more than an acceptable first target.

As Seth drove, I looked up his address, since he was mercifully fired after our freshman year. It turned out that he was living in the middle of Oklahoma, all alone, so that's where we headed. For the trip, we packed several kinds of weapons and tools and equipment necessary for torture and murder, like saws, axes, guns, machetes, knives, rope, duct tape, etc. We also brought along tons of music. Now, like I said before, we do not listen to crap lie Celion Dion and who the fuck else. We brought some Slipknot, Korn, Disturbed, Green Day, Metallica, Slayer, Venom, W.A.S.P., Murderdolls, etc. a lot of metal, hard rock and punk rock. Anyway, by the time Seth and I got to our destination, it was about 11 pm and had some difficulty finding a motel, but we finally scored. I don't need to describe the room, but it ain't the fucking Hilton, that's for damn sure.

Now, our main objective on this trip was to kill bullies and bigots. However, this doesn't mean it is our only objective. The secondary goal for us is, being two gay guys out on the road, alone, to fuck as often as we could. So when we finally got our room, we immediately jumped each others bones, discarding our clothing. I was ramming my cock into Seth's big, sexy scaly ass and he was pounding my tight wolfhole with his massive draconic member and we both filed our respective tailholes with hot, sticky seed. As we basked in the heat of our afterglows, we decided to go over the plan of attack for tomorrow.

We agreed to get up around 5:45 in the morning, so we mainly discussed what we planned to do. Right off the bat, I suggested that we lock him in his house and set it on fire, but Seth turned it down, "that's too quick, it needs to be slower and more painful. We need to make this pig bastard suffer like he made us suffer" he thought for a second and then said, "how about we sneak into his house, tie him to his bed, wait until he wakes up and torture him slowly, and at the end, castrate him and watch him bleed out" I just stared at Seth with eyes the size of dinner plates, "what?" "Babe, that is so fucked up and sick that... it's perfect. Let's do it, but no castration, not yet. But, I had no idea you were so sadistic babe" he reached down and grabbed my re-hardening cock "you love that about me, don't you" I got on top of him and kissed him with intense lust "I fucking love that about you baby". We started making out then, eventually leading to another round of fucking and cumming in each other's asses, this time ending with us going to sleep.

We got up at 5:45 and it was not hard to coax Seth out of bed, but something else of Seth's was hard. I sucked him off, we showered, made out and got ready for some fun. We got to Mr. Jones's house and it was, gentle readers, everything I expected a house in the middle of fucking Oklahoma to be. It looked like the house from Courage the Cowardly Dog, only smaller. As we approached the house, as quiet as the dead, we both got really excited, we could not wait for this. I peered in through the window and, wouldn't you know it, he was also a member of the KKK, which was not a fucking surprise. We crept in through the unlocked door, "the fool" Seth whispered to himself. We approached the bedroom, this time even quieter than the dead, and stopped and took in the sight of our first kill. We slipped on our black ski masks and began to bind him to his bed and cover his mouth with duct tape, all the while not waking him. We then sat back and waited for our handsome prince to awaken.

It was about 6:30 when Mr. Jones started to wake up, at which time we got into our positions, me standing at the foot of his bed and Seth standing at his head. His eyes started to slowly open but when evidently noticed two looming figures in the darkness, his eyes shot wide open. He tried to move and speak, but he found those attempts to be useless. He was bound to his bed in an X-figure and was struggling to free himself. "Don't bother, you'll only make this worse for yourself" I said in a raspy voice to mask my identity more. He tried to speak, most of it was muffled by the duct tape, but I managed to catch "what the hell is going on here?!" "Oh, so the pig wants to know what's going on. Seth, why do you show him what's going on here" and I gave him a nod, which was his cue to come over to me, and start groping me. I heard him say " a couple of fucking fags?!" and I said "not just a couple of fags" and I have another nod to Seth, which was the sign to remove the masks. By the look on his face, I could tell he recognized us "you two queers?!" he tried to say. Seth went back to his post and got right in his face "yes, its us" he hissed "Seth and Lars, the two fags from your PE class all those years ago" and he concluded his menace by punching him in the face.

I took out the Bowie knife I had brought with me and began to pop off the buttons of his pajama shirt, slowly. One by one, until his shirt was open and his large, porcine belly spilled out. "My, my Mr. Jones" I said as I lightly dragged the knife across his stomach, "for a gym teacher, you aren't in the best physical condition" he tried to protest but I just ignored him as I actually got on top of him, my knife going to his throat. What I did next surprised all three of us. I actually began to lick Mr. Jones's nipple, like I would to Seth. I licked and licked, my plan being to hear if he moans. So I licked and licked, and started to suck it. As I was sucking I heard a faint moaning sound and I stopped "a-ha!" I climbed off of the pig and knelt down at his crotch and I noticed a slight bulge. I ripped off his pants and exposed it to the other two. "This pig likes being touched by men, but he doesn't like gays", this enraged Seth who got back in his face and hissed furiously. "so you fucking use us, but you don't respect us!" He took the knife from me and cut his throat open, killing him. He then shot Mr. Jones in the chest and head.

We got done in there and got back in the car and I said, "job well done"

"I agree. Now let's get the fuck out of this shithole"

"How many more, do you think?"

"I don't know, babe. There's roadkill all over this place"

And with that we drove into the sunrise, looking for another victim.