The beautiful 17-year-old male lay naked, on his back, with his hard cock just starting to erupt. The blade of the guillotine above him sliced through the boy’s neck as if there had been no resistance at all. The severed head plopped neatly into the little basket under the shelf, and the beheaded body gushed forth with a torrent of blood and gore while gyrating its final death throws. As the severed head dropped, it was clear that its final expression was one of sexual satisfaction and relief. Simultaneously, a smaller blade sliced through the young cock and ball set that had been starting to erupt with sperm just as the blades began their fatal journeys. So the target’s life fluids gushed from that opening as well. Above the device a scoreboard rated the performance electronically, giving it a .1 – an outstanding rating. The onlookers were impressed, and several cheered the expertise of Justin, the aristocratic young operator who was not all that much older than his victim. But no one cheered as much as Justin cheered himself, raising his arms with a resounding “Yes – I win.”
The trick of the game was to time the release of the two blades so that each severed its target at exactly the same time, and a gage measured and reported precisely when each blade completed its task, and how much time elapsed between the two amputations. Justin looked down with pleasure at his handiwork, enjoying the final gyrations of the boy he had just killed, and releasing a load of piss over the dead body that was now motionless in front of him, missing two of its appendages. It was an appropriate sign of Justin’s lack of respect for the carcass – before or after its amusing death. But Justin did take the time to pass a nearby electronic bar-code reader over the chest of the victim, confirming its identify. He then pressed the readout button that read “killed” and entered his name so that he’d be sure to get credit for the kill. He wanted to be recognized for all the animals he was helping eliminate, and maybe get a medal from the city at some point for his service. It was a service he was happy to perform.
“Great shot, man,” shouted Cory, one of Justin’s buddies, who was shooting a load of cum into a slightly older teen as he watched Justin take his turn at the bar arcade game they were playing, Cory had used the time of Justin’s turn to reach climax inside he guy he was butt-fucking. As Cory host his load, he finished tightening his grip around the guy’s throat, completing the process of strangling his victim and emoting the wonderfully satisfying feeling of the guy dying as Cory filled his asshole with cum. “You got both targets within a tenth of a second of each other,” complemented Cory, now slowing his thrusts somewhat but still enjoying the pressure on his hard cock from the tight ass of what was now a dead body. “That clearly beats my best effort, and it might be a new record.”
“Yeah, but I think I can do even better if I keep practicing,” Justin replied. “How about if you keep playing with your little fuck-toy while I take another turn? He’ll stay worm for a while and you always enjoy fucking them again right after you kill them.” That’s exactly what Cory had in mind, and proceeded to do, so Justin signaled to another youth who was standing nearby, his naked body sporting a credible but not yet impressive erection. As the boy nervously approached Justin to be evaluated as the next victim, Justin realized that he actually knew him.
“Didn’t you used to be Albert Withers?” Justin asked, reaching for a nearby wand to scan the bar code branded just above the boy’s right peck. The boy nodded silently, and Justin confirmed the readout.
“Yeah,” Justin mused, turning to Corey. “Remember when we raped this guy at high school graduation? He had a really tight ass and had never been double-fucked before. I still think his body is way above average and I’m getting horny just looking at him again. I’ve been waiting for him to get processed. It seems a shame to waste him with only a few minutes of entertainment.”
“I completely agree,” Cory responded, now fully into fucking the corpse in front of him, but always willing to multi-task if there was another good-looking victim available. He was close enough to stroke the gorgeous smooth skin of the boy who had once been Albert. “Let’s pull him out of line for the arcade game and have some fun with him. He was a great little fuck when we were in school. I’d hoped he’d fail the post-high school placement test and we’d have another shot at him.”
“I did more than hope,” laughed Justin, turning to the terrified youth. “I bribed the principal to make sure he’d fail, and that he’d be assigned to this bar for execution and disposal.” He turned directly to the youth, who was now both terrified and visibly angry. “Actually, you passed the test with flying colors. I just wanted to have the fun of torturing you to death since you tried to resist when Cory and I raped you last year. True, it made the rape more fun, but animals of your social rank should not resist serving your superiors. So now you’re mine.”
The “test” was administered to all high school males after they graduated from high school. It was physical, psychological, and academic, determining if they were worthy to be workers or managers in the New Order, or would be relegated to the status of property.
The results were announced in an annual assembly with the graduates lined up on the gymnasium floor and the rest of the school looking on. One by one, the principal would read their names, with a simple “citizen” or “property” after each name. If they passed, they would go on to college and very pleasant and productive lives. If they failed, they were required to strip naked on the spot, leave all their clothes and other belongings where they stood, and proceed to line up on stage. After everyone’s status was announced, those who passed joined the rest of the students, helping themselves to anything they wanted that had belonged to their former classmates, and the principal would start an auction of the boys who failed. The audience included not only fellow students, but also local business owners of establishments such as farms, factories, and restaurants. There were no rules on use of the new slaves, so they were great sources of labor and of meat. Other bidders included male brothels that would provide the young bodies for the sexual pleasure of their customers, again enhanced by the complete lack of any limits on use or disposal. Once sold, the audience also got to watch as the terrified young animals were branded on stage with a bar code for identification as property and their intended purpose – “sex toy,” “farm animal” and “meat” were particular favorites that elicited cheers and jeers from the audience. Listening to the screams of pain and humiliation as the indicia of their new status was burned into their tender young flesh got the audience very excited, and from that moment onward the animals no longer had names – just a bar code number that was registered with the city and reused once the animal’s death was confirmed. The auction was a great fund-raiser for the school, so the principal was anxious to make sure as many kids failed as possible. He therefore had no problem accepting bribes from wealthy aristocrats like Justin, and some of the “failed” kids were herded off separately to prearranged assignments rather than being auctioned off to the highest bidder. Of course, the test didn’t apply to students like Justin and Cory, who were of the elite class and automatically passed. It was a very efficient system, providing an inexpensive source of labor while controlling the population and assuring that only the best young males were permitted to breed – improving the quality of the race while enjoying their rights as worthy citizens. Albert had been unlucky enough to get Justin’s interest, and so he was no longer a person at all, just property ready to be processed for the enjoyment of the patrons of Justin’s favorite bar. He had foolishly thought that by studying hard and working out daily he could earn a place as a citizen rather than becoming a slab of meat. Justin and Cory laughed at his obvious anger and frustration as reality sank in. It added to their fun. “It looks like you’ve pretty much used up that piece of shit you were fucking,” Justin commented to Cory, who was again nearing orgasm. “Why not finish fucking his dead ass and let’s replace him with our new piece of shit. I want to fuck him right away, even before I take another turn at the arcade.”
Corey didn’t need any encouragement. Regretting that his victim wouldn’t feel the pain, Cory reached down and cut off its testicles, popping one of the fresh treats into his mouth and tossing the other to his buddy Justin, just as he shot a second load into the still-warm piece of meat that had once been a young, vibrant male. Corey ran a bar-code wand over its chest, registered the kill, and took credit. He and Justin had a friendly contest going to see who could get the most civic points.
Justin signaled to the bartender to send over another candidate for the arcade game, and when that boy arrived he turned to his two new victims.
“Each of you is to replace the dead animal with yourself. You get to be suspended from the ceiling for fucking and lashing for a while,” he said. Pointing at his former schoolmate, he explained: “I want everyone to enjoy a nice fuck at your expense, and we’ll see how long that ass of yours stays tight.” He directed the other boy to the arcade game he had just completed.
“Replace this meat on the rack with yourself, and signal another animal to stand by. After I fuck my classmate-turned-meat-slab here I want to get really good at this game. Don’t worry, I’ll get to you fairly soon.”
The teen assigned to the game did not say anything, but nodded obediently and began his task. First, he dumped the head into a larger container that included a fair collection of Justin’s and Corey’s targets. Next, he picked up the severed cock and balls, removing the testacies and offering one each to Justin and Corey. They casually consumed the second set of man-seeds, almost not noticing the fresh meat as they also chugged on the beers they were nursing while they enjoyed their games. Fresh boy-oysters were just another snack, much like the chips and salsa that was laid out on a nearby table. And it was another way a slave could add value and be degraded.
The cock was the only part of the process that had a little ritual to it. The new victim picked that up, put it into his own mouth, and chewed and swallowed it. The idea was some continuity from victim to victim, which was of course silly. But the players liked to watch the slaves eat each other’s cocks, which were not at all tasty, so it added a bit to the fun.
The cock ritual also helped the slave victims recognize their very limited utility, even among the millions of teens who were being processed as property. The arcade game added a bit of sport to the processing, and a crowded bar might go through well over 500 victims a night, given how popular the games were.
The slave now raised each of the guillotine blades back to its starting position, wiping off the blood and gore that had stained them. The blades were kept incredibly sharp, and the slave ran a hand against each one just to demonstrate their sharpness, drawing blood as he did. Players liked to see the victims suffer pain right away, so this was also part of the ritual. The only real flaw of this game was the fact the deaths were so quick. But that was balanced against the large number of males that could be processed.
The bench on the device was set at an incline, so that the head was placed several feet higher than the cock. This was done to add to the challenge, requiring the player to time the release of each blade separately, realizing the one aimed at the head had a shorter distance to travel. When the blade finished its task and connected with the metal sheaf below, an electric current was completed and the device measured that exact time compared to the same event with the other blade. Scoring was based on the amount of time between strikes, with the lowest core winning.
The new victim now removed the body of its predecessor, which was put on a conveyor belt for transmittal to the butcher shop in the back of the bar. Some of the meat from the victims was of course used to supply the bar with great steaks and slaveburgers, but there was so much that the bar could resell it and make a tidy profit from that activity as well.
It was now time for the victim to mount the game bench, which it did willingly. As it lay on its back, ready for processing, it stroked its cock to help assure it remained erect. It then pushed its genitals through the “door” of the cock guillotine, so that the blade could get a good, clean slice. The operator would lose points if the animal’s cock and ball set were not completely severed. The young male then leaned back and rested its head on the upper end of the bench, adjusting the location of the larger blade to assure that this, too, would be a clean and effective slice. Still stroking his cock to assure its readiness when needed, the youth waited patiently for its turn to be snuffed. It was grateful for such a quick event, especially as it watched the fate of the animal formerly known as Albert.
With the help of one of the bar waiters, Justin and Corey quickly attached the wrists of their victim to a chain suspended from the ceiling, and hoisted him so that his feet were dangling just above the floor. He was now perfectly positioned for being whipped or fucked, or both.
“Let’s start by whipping him,” suggested Cory. “I want to see him twist around a little. And you can even start with his chest and belly, since I know you like that side best. I’ll be just fine with this nice ass of his.”
Justin had no problem with that idea, and the two friends stood on either side of their target and leveled stroke after stroke onto the smooth young flesh suspended between them. It took hardly any time to get the animal screaming, and to draw deep welts that bled profusely. Indeed, after a while Justin expressed a concern. “I’m afraid we might accidently let him die too soon if we keep this up, fun as it is. Let’s cut him down and fuck him.”
“Sure, good point,” agreed Cory. “But who gets to go first? I know you were the one who set him up, but I want to feel his nice tight ass before you ruin it with your oversized dick.”
“OK, let’s double-dick him again. There’s not enough room for both our dicks in there now from what I remember, but I’m sure we can once again tear a little more room if we work at it. Let’s see if we can shoot at the same time.”
This was clearly a sensible solution, and Cory quickly agreed. They liked to double-dick other guys, and were pretty good at it. They released their prey from his shackles, and Cory lay on his back over a bar table, with the target sitting on his dick. Cory entered the asshole first, but was quickly followed by Justin, who sat on the table and wasted no time thrusting his rock-hard weapon into the vulnerable asshole. He was right – the hole was not nearly large enough to take their dicks at the same time, but the hole did indeed expand as they pushed, much to the humiliation and pain of the screaming youth whose insides they were ruining. As they began their thrusts toward orgasm, another friend also climbed on the table and thrust his hard cock into the animal’s mouth. “I’ve heard enough complaining from this thing,” the friend said. “Might as well make use of all his holes, and shut him up in the process. Let me know when you guys get close to shooting, and let’s see if we can make it a three-way shot.”
Corey and Justin knew each other’s bodies very well not only from lots of experience double-dicking other guys, but from their own sexual play with each other. They could almost always make a 69 scene a nearly simultaneous orgasm. So they clued in their buddy as they got close, so he could thrust a bit faster into the unwilling mouth servicing his eager cock. They were quite successful, and the boy received two loads of cum up his ass as he received a third down his throat. The onlookers at the bar were impressed, and the orgasms were accompanied by lots of laughter at the plight of what had once been a very beautiful body.
After the three buddies were done with their fun, Justin made it clear that everyone in the bar was welcome to enjoy this new piece of meat, but he didn’t want it so damaged that he couldn’t have more fun with it later. Justin was very popular, and while everyone enjoyed themselves there was no permanent damage to the flesh – for now.
Justin next turned his attention to the arcade game, and the young male patiently waiting to be snuffed, grateful for the speed of the process and enjoying a final chance to stroke his nice hard cock. One of the rules was that Justin could not release either of the blades until he caused the victim to reach orgasm, starting to shoot a load of cum. Justin took pride in the fact he also maintained his own cock with an impressive erection, and played the game naked to show off his great body and massive penis. Most of the guys in the bar were also naked, since all the arcade games tended to involve at least some aspect of male sex and being naked made it more convenient. Besides, as males who had been found worthy, they all had fantastic bodies worth showing off. Nudity had become pretty much the norm.
Justin took over stroking the young cock he was about to sever, using both hands as required by the rules of the game. Being 18 and eager to please so that it could at least provide some value with its otherwise worthless existence, the young male quickly approached orgasm and began the convulsions that signaled the arrival of a large load of sperm. Justin stroked just a bit harder to assure completion of the process.
When the victim began to release its load, with a string of thick cum starting to stream from its cock, Justin quickly grabbed the two blade controls. He released the one aimed at the cock first and intensely watched as it began its plunge. At precisely the right second he released the larger blade, watching it, too, as it plunged downward.
The two blades worked their magic, and the head and the cock were perfectly severed. Most important, and even to Justin’s surprise, the game emitted a loud “clang” and a siren went off briefly. Justin had made his goal – the two blades had connected at precisely the same time, yielding a perfect score of zero. No one had ever done that before, so the reaction from the machine was a great surprise, but one that helped celebrate Justin’s triumph. Even though he had just shot a load minutes before, he couldn’t help shooting another one as he realized what he had accomplished and as he watched yet another inferior male finish dying for his entertainment. He loved this game.
Justin and Cory continued playing the arcade game, as the other patrons of the bar looked on, and played other arcade games or just enjoyed their beer. Some were fond of the archery games, with young males standing at attention while customers shot arrows into their bodies, or hurled axes that mutilated the young flesh. Others suspended animals for severe, usually fatal whipping sessions. And still others just enjoyed fucking some of the guys tied up for their use. It was a friendly and convivial place, with lots of cheering and laughter, which was why Justin and Corey enjoyed it so much. Besides, they knew the meat was always fresh, and they could even specify a particular cut of meat from an animal that interested them, and then watch the cook as he cut if off the living body and cooked it in front of both the patron and the dying source of the meat.
As this particular evening drew to a close, Justin and Cory decided that it would be most fun to crucify their former classmate, and they enjoyed nailing his hands and feet to one of the crosses that adorned several of the walls. There were no pictures in the bar, since it was more satisfying to look at the animals displayed in various stages of suffering – what was known jokingly as “dying art.” Being very light and fit, their schoolmate would almost certainly last until the next evening, suffering horribly as he gradually lost the strength to breath. A huge electrified dildo built into the cross gave victims a little support, extending the time of their suffering and adding the pain of being fucked and shocked as they died. So Justin and Cory were quite sure they’d have a chance to continue the fun the next afternoon. They could decide whether they wanted him to die on the cross, or whether they would cut him down and play with him a bit more – maybe skin him alive, or at least disembowel him. But that was tomorrow’s task. Justin and Cory were tired from all their efforts, and they headed home to enjoy each other, quite satisfied with a great evening of arcade fun combined with sex and civic contributions.
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LOVE this one.
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