“That’s it boy, just relax. You know you’re ready for this. You want it. You know I fucking want it. Gonna feel so fucking good, like nothing you can imagine.”
“Yes Sir, I am ready sir!”
“Let me hear you say it boy. Let me know you need it as bad as I do.”
“Please SIR kill me! I want you to kill me for your pleasure SIR!! ”
I grunt as he pushes the blade into me just above my sweat and sperm soaked pubes, but the pain is so mingled with my desire it is easy for me not to struggle. I just watch and let the shining steel sink sweetly into me. We both alternately look into each other’s eyes and at my abdomen as he takes me.
“Yeah boy that’s nice, looks good. Look at how hard our dicks are…Get ready now, I’m gonna enter your gut cavity.”
I feel a ripping sensation now as the blade passes beneath the muscle and tears the membrane protecting my guts. Surprisingly sweet and welcome, my breath escapes with a hiss.
“Fucking hell sir, that feels so sweet, open me! PLEASE gut me.” And my saying this excites us both further.
I think back to our first meeting when he was the first to enter me with his fist, and how it awoke in me tide of dark desires. He became the first man whose piss I longed for in every way possible. He became the first to pierce my flesh as a sexual act first with needles and then with nails and blades. He was the man who made me understand the incredible satisfaction in pain and torture, how it lead to extremes of arousal and orgasm for me as a bottom. When after a few months he told me of his desire to kill men for pleasure, how both he and the men he had taken in the past had been driven to levels of sexual frenzy he could barely understand; how they had left all uncertainty behind and embraced what became mutual lust as he killed them, I was briefly filled with fear and precisely that uncertainty. But quickly I understood how right it was, and how natural that I should surrender to him in this way. It took no more than one hour of his brutal lovemaking for me to consent, only a few days before I was eager to take that step with him. And now here we are, me feeling alive in a way I never have before as I embrace being killed by this man.
We both sigh with pleasure as he withdraws the blade. There is less blood than i anticipated. He swings the blade around on the deadly toy he wields on me and I raise my belly to meet the second blade, wanting so badly to feel it inside me.
“Oh man” I moan as it slips into me, surprised at how deep my desire for this is. He slices slowly and lovingly up towards my chest, sawing gently, smiling hugely and we alternately stare at each other and the wound he makes in me.
A little over three inches and he stops. “Oh man, oh FUCK!” I moan again. He’s killing me as slowly as he can; the ultimate lovemaking, and I am so willing, so fucking lost in the experience. Again I raise my belly to meet him as he works his huge fist into the wound he has made and the feeling is beyond description as he drives it deep into my core, his arm lubricated by my blood. Our lips meet in a deep kiss as his arm stirs and assaults my guts, and I know this is where I am meant to be…doing this now, with him. He drives harder into me repeatedly and brutally, eager to see me die, wanting to keep me alive as long as possible. I grunt and moan, feeling exactly as he does. I feel so alive, but am wild with need to feel these incredible sensations only possible if he snuffs me. I want so much for him to kill me. Never did I think just a few months ago I would be so into this, and yet here I am, loving what this man is doing to me, so hot to die for pleasure, our pleasure. I reach and caress his bloody arm as he caresses my insides, lost in unimaginable desire, unbearable pain and pleasure mixed inextricably.
“Oh man, oh man, oh fuck man!” I chant, entranced and so hungry for what i know comes next. He withdraws his arm from my abdomen and opens me completely with the gutting tool. He gently caresses my viscera as I watch enthralled.
“Feel them” he commands.
I reach down to join my hand with his in feeling my own guts. I groan from the pleasure of this. His bloody arm slips easily into my hole now and a length of large intestine pushes up through the loops of gut, clinging like a sleeve to his muscular arm. I caress my own large intestine feeling the mass of his muscular arm inside it. I am driven wild by the sight and feeling of this.
“Shit! He says. “That is beautiful boy.”
“Fuck yeah” I groan. He pushes in to the shoulder, than withdraws replacing his arm with a huge and heavy dildo, thicker than his large bicep and impossibly long. It feels too good.
“You ready boy?” he asks.
I have waited for this question, and my answer practically brings me to the edge of orgasm.
“Kill me SIR, please!”
He brings out the knife we have chosen for this and with the sharp blade he subincises me from glans to base in less than a second. Blood pours out of my dick and it splays open like a butterflied shrimp. He begins to jack off my mutilated manhood and pushes the huge dildo further into me with all his strength till my large intestine ruptures and the latex monster protrudes out, slick with mucous and blood in a sea of my guts.
“OH FUCK! KILL ME! KILL ME NOW.” I scream, drinking in the overwhelming sensation, pain almost too strong to bear transformed to pleasure by orgasm and flooding through my nervous system. As I begin to come I feel his knife pressed hard against the side of my neck, stinging as it seeks out the artery.
“Die for me boy!” he says, and wracked with orgasm, eager and amazed, I do.