This contribution is from one of the readers. He added another view to the story (http://shotstrangledstabbed.blogspot.nl/2012/09/escape-from-jail.html). This is it:
It was late July when I decided to spend some time doing a little camping. I had found a wooded area near the town where I lived that bordered on a small lake and that didn't appear to get a lot of visitors, so I thought it would be fun to get out of the apartment for a few days and reconnect with the outdoors.
I took along a small tent, a little packaged food and bottled water, a couple of extra t-shirts and, just to be on the safe side, a sharp hunting knife and my trusty Sig Sauer P250 Compact. You never know what you might run into in the woods, and I had heard on the news that there was supposed to be some sort of escaped bank robber loose somewhere in the county...
The first couple of days were spent exploring the unfamiliar woods. I'd pitch the tent where I could, then spend time hiking around, seeing what there was to see. On the morning of the third day, I pitched the tent in a clearing near the northern edge of a small fishing lake I had come across, maybe twenty yards from the water. I stored my backpack and supplies in the tent, then spent a pleasant couple of hours walking around the edge of the lake, and hiking into the surrounding woods. At first I had on some lightweight hiking boots, jeans shorts, and a t-shirt. Since it was daytime, I left the knife and gun in my backpack, as I didn't really expect I'd see any animals. No dangerous ones, at any rate. After awhile, as the day began to heat up and I began to sweat, I took off the t-shirt. Not much chance of getting sunburned here, since the trees were thick and mostly keep the sun out. It was still plenty hot, though, especially with the effort I was exerting walking up and down the uneven terrain of these woods. Eventually, when I was sure there was no chance of being seen, I took of my shorts and boots, and doubled back toward my tent nude. Being nude in the woods was one of my favorite pastimes. It was more fun at night, especially if it rained (nothing feels quite so good as rain on bare skin on a hot summer night), but this was pleasant, too. Even in the shade I could see a fine sheen of sweat glistening on my skin as I walked back into the clearing near my tent...
I decided it was time for a swim, and maybe a nap. Ordinarily, I would have swum in the nude, as I usually did in similar lakes near my home, but just to be on the safe side I decided to wear the red Speedo I had brought along in case there were people around any lakes I might find...
There was a very small sandy strip of ground at the lake's edge. I waded out into the water. The ground sloped down quickly, as it often does in these sorts of lakes, and when I was no more than thirty feet from the shore the water was up to my neck and my feet could feel the edge of a steep drop-off. I dove in from there, and enjoyed a good half hour of swimming. The water was very warm, thanks to several sunny days in a row, with temperatures in the high 90s...
When I got back to the shore, I walked the short distance back to my tent and grabbed a t-shirt. If I was going to take a nap, I didn't want to wake up with a sunburned face. I waded out just enough so that my upper back and head could stay in contact with the sand near the edge of the water, and laid on my back so that the rest of me bobbed in the warm, shallow water. It felt very relaxing, kind of like Mother Nature's version of a hot tub, and in a few minutes I had nodded off to sleep...
I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up I realized I was really hungry. I decided to take care of that problem, then maybe do a bit more exploring before turning in. As I walked across the little sandy patch near the water's edge, the sand was quite hot under my bare feet, but soon I was back on the cool grass and slightly damp ground of the clearing where I had pitched my tent. The coolness on the soles of my feet was one of my favorite things about going barefoot in the woods...
When I was just a few feet away from the tent, I felt something heavy hit me in the back of the head, hard. I fell to my hands and knees, then pitched forward. My head was reeling from whatever had struck me. I remember feeling the coolness of the ground as it pressed against my cheek...
I think my eyes must have been closed, because I don't remember seeing anything. But I remember being turned over on my back, and feeling a strong hand, obviously a man's, giving my cock and balls a hard squeeze. Normally, that would have hurt like hell but the pain in my head was too intense for me to notice anything else. A couple of seconds after I felt the squeeze, I blacked out...
I don't know how long I was out. I also don't know whether I dreamed it or it actually happened, but I remember feeling the hot tip of a man's cock pressing against my anus, then pushing inside me. I didn't feel any latex, only his hot skin touching mine. It felt like I was standing up, and he was fucking me from behind. I remember feeling a warm hand wrapped around my rigid cock, too...
Then I was awake again, though still groggy from being knocked out. My hands had been bound together at the wrist, and the rope tied to a sturdy tree branch, pulling my arms straight up. There was some sort of thick branch down near my ankles, spreading my legs about as far apart as they could go. Only the balls of my feet and my toes were touching the ground, barely. I was naked except for the red Speedo, which had been yanked down enough to expose my throbbing erection...
I heard a man's voice behind me groaning with pleasure, and a moment later I felt several spurts of hot cum splashing onto my lower back and ass. Then the guy who must have knocked me out walked around in front of me. He was naked, and although he was no body-builder he was in pretty good shape. His chest and belly were covered with wispy, dark hair. In spite of myself, I was aroused at the sight of his nude body...
I don't know what I looked like to him, but I don't think he knew I was starting to regain my bearings. Without a word he dropped to his knees and took my erection into his warm mouth. Even groggy, my brain knew a pleasurable experience when it was having one. This guy knew what he was doing, and before I knew it I was having an orgasm that seemed to start from somewhere deep in my belly and reached all the way to my toes. I don't think I've ever come harder in my life. He held me in his mouth for the first couple of spurts, then slid me out of him and held my cock near his lips, licking the head of it as more of my cum splashed against his lips and chin...
Then he stood up, my cum dripping onto his chest, and looked at me. He seemed surprised to see that my eyes were open. “Welcome back,” he said. “But we can't have you yelling for help, now can we?”
Before I can say anything, he tears the flimsy Speedo off me and jams it in my mouth. I try to shout, but there's no way I can make a sound anybody could here, even if there was anyone around...
While I'm trying to figure out who this naked guy is and why he's got me tied up like this, he walks over to the tent and steps inside. When he comes back out, he's got my Sig Sauer in his right hand and my hunting knife in his left. Oh, no...
As I hung there, naked and helpless, he laid the knife on the ground and stepped up close to me. He began to caress me with his left hand, and with the gun he held in his right. As scared as I was, he was able to get my cock fully hard again in no time. He seemed quite pleased by this...
“You know,” he said, “I sort of figured you for the kind of guy who'd get off on this when I first saw you down by the lake. How does it feel to be hanging naked from a tree branch, with a loaded gun pushing up against you?” He put the muzzle of my Sig Sauer against my lower belly, and gently stroked my erection. I couldn't say anything of course, so I just stared back at him...
“Yeah, that's what I thought,” he said, smiling. “I'm going to kill you, of course, so don't worry about that. Just try to enjoy it. That's a nice knife you brought, and I really thought it might be fun to slice that belly of yours open and watch your guts spill out onto the ground...”
My eyes must have widened in fear, but it didn't make any difference to him. “On the other hand,” he said, “I've always liked Sig Sauers, so I've decided to shoot that beautiful belly instead...” And with that, he took a step back, held the gun a couple of inches from my lower belly, and fired...
Getting shot isn't like it is in the movies or on TV. I felt a sharp pain, but when I looked down there was only a barely visible hole in my belly midway between my navel and my cock. A trickle of blood oozed from the wound, and I watched in fascination as it flowed down to my to rigid cock, which diverted the stream off to one side. After a few moments there was a steady drip of blood falling to the ground beneath my feet. My blood...
I had sometimes fantasized about being murdered; in fact, one of my favorite scenarios was being shot in the belly while nude, preferably outdoors. I don't really know why. Knowing it was happening for real, that this naked stranger was going to kill me with my own gun, gave me the hardest erection I can ever remember having...
He must had noticed, because he leered at me and said “You like that, don't you? Well, here's some more!” He took another step back and fired four more times. I couldn't lift my head due to the shock, so I saw each bullet rip into my lower belly, a nice tight grouping maybe three inches below my navel. Now the blood flowed more quickly, as my heart was racing, forming a dark red pool on the ground between my feet. All I could do was stare at the holes in my belly and watch my blood oozing from them, but I could hear mens' voices shouting off in the distance, then the sound of barking dogs. Were the cops out here, looking for this guy? Had the sound of the gunshots gotten their attention?
Before I could even entertain the idea that I might live through this, I heard the naked stranger say “Well, this has been fun but I've really got to get going now.” And with that, he raised the Sig Sauer and shot me once in the chest...
This wound bled like hell, but for some reason it didn't hurt. I was so far into shock at that point that I must have been incapable of feeling pain anymore. The pain in my guts had subsided, too. The stranger kicked away the stick that had been keeping my legs spread apart, and the blood flowing from my belly and chest now began to run down the inside of my legs and onto my feet...
The stranger tossed the gun aside, picked up the knife, and ran past me. A few moments later the rope holding me up gave way, and my body fell to the ground. I couldn't move. As I lay there on my right side, I could feel the coolness of the earth all along that side of my body, and I watched as the blood flow from my wounds changed course and began to pool on the dark earth around me...
I felt the rope being removed from my wrists. Then the stranger took hold of my wrists and began dragging me toward the water. I could feel the change from dirt and grass to sand as we got near the lake. He dragged me far enough out that my body could float free, then released my wrists and waded back toward the shore, near my feet. He took my feet in his hands and began to walk back toward the center of the lake, pushing me farther from the shore...
I couldn't see the cops as they came onto the beach, but I heard them yelling “Freeze!” The naked stranger ignored them and kept pushing me farther out. Heaven only knows what it must have looked like to the cops, this naked guy pushing another naked, bullet-riddled body out into the lake, but when he didn't stop I heard a single shot ring out...
That first shot wasn't meant to kill, but it did cause the stranger to pitch forward into the water. His face actually landed on my groin, and to my surprise he used his arms to hold me close to him while he took my cock into his mouth. There were two more shots in quick succession. I saw one of them hit the stranger in the back of the head. The light went out in his eyes, and his hands and arms went limp, releasing me. I saw my cock slip out of his dead, bleeding mouth as our nude bodies floated near each other, him face down, me on my back. Moments later the darkness took me, and I joined the stranger as a naked corpse bobbing in the cool water...
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