Chris is a real person who reads this site and sent me an email. It turns out his fantasies are as fucked up as mine, so I wrote a story for him about how it all might turn out. I had some “happy endings” as I wrote it, and he reported a large one as he finished reading it. So, mission accomplished. I hope others have the same reaction. Let me know your thoughts, and remember that feedback and ideas are always welcome. (BTW, I’m the character “Matt” in the story, as with many of mine, which is my real first name. Loki I leave to your imagination.)
The Eagle Bar in Pittsburg had changed a lot since Loki purchased it a few years ago, remodeled it, and started hanging out there. But in many ways, it had returned to its heritage, the days when it was the premier gay S&M bar in Pennsylvania. There are lots of gay leather bars named “The Eagle,” but Loki had turned this one into something special, something exceptionally kinky and extreme. It was a commercial success he was proud to own, attracting patrons, both masters and slaves, from all over the Northeast and beyond.
Of course, Loki was always proud, and he had a lot to be proud of. He was especially proud of his pure Nordic heritage, believing it to be the master race. He was named after the smartest of the Norse gods, and the one who was often evil, and he viewed himself in many ways as the god Loki. It started with his gorgeous, muscled, Nordic body. He was 23, recently finished with college, and recipient of a massive inheritance. Buying and fixing up the bar was a trivial expense to him. Loki was into extremely dominant gay sex, so the bar was primarily a way to attract other guys he could dominate, torture, and fuck, and to show off his phenomenal blond physique. He also attracted a group of like-minded masters who shared his lust and joined in the fun. But he only associated with those who were also rich, fit, and good looking.
Loki always wore leather, but he was usually shirtless, sometimes with a masters’ leather harness to highlight his dominance. Unlike other leather bars, nudity and public sex were encouraged, and sometimes he wore nothing but his steel-toed leather boots, especially when he was but-fucking one of the slaves. That way he could show off how utterly massive his cock was. The boots were the etiquette at the bar – dominant males wore at least leather boots; submissive fags were barefoot and naked except for a possible slave collar, cock ring, nipple clips, or weights attached to their balls. There was a fully equipped torture chamber in the back complete with fuck stations, whipping posts, a rack, slings, and lots of other fun equipment with which a submissive could be restrained, tortured, and gang-raped. There was also no rule against having a slave bend over a bar stool to get its ass pummeled, which happened a lot, often with Loki doing the initial drilling before the rest of the bar joined in. All this required an “understanding” with the local cops, who got free drinks and admission along with the use of the subs of their choice. Loki had struck gold in the market and was attracting gay S&M enthusiasts from near and far. He charged a bundle and had already recovered his investment along with a tidy profit after only a couple of years. His bar was now well known nationally as the best place for intense gay S&M, with no limits. Loki wasn’t into limits. If a patron damaged one of the slaves Loki kept available as waters and sex objects, the patron just had to pay Loki a fine and cover the veterinary bill to get the animal repaired. The fine was a lot larger if it had to be replaced. Loki viewed himself as a deity entitled to punish his subjects however it pleased him to do so. And it pleased him a lot.
On this night, Loki was holding forth to some of his favorite fellow leather masters. He’d been gone for a few days and was describing a camping trip he’d especially enjoyed. He signaled to a nearby waiter, who knew the signal and quickly brought Loki a large stein of beer. At a second signal, the “waiter,” who was a sex slave named Matt (one of the ones Loki kept naked and confined to the bar) knelt under the table and unbuttoned the fly on Loki’s leather pants. The slave used its mouth to gently remove Loki’s hardening cock from his pants and swallow as much as it could of the giant penis. As soon as Loki felt the slave’s tongue on Loki’s dick, Loki released a load of piss down the slave’s throat, commenting to his buddies, “gotta make room for the next load of beer.” Everyone laughed, and the slave was soon occupied draining piss and getting beers for Loki’s audience. As each master finished his load, he kicked the slave in the nuts with his steel-toed boots to signal that the slave should now service another master. The slave’s balls were swollen from the multiple kicks, but it still maintained the required erection. Matt liked being kicked in the balls and used as a human urinal. Later, they’d get around to using Matt sexually, enjoying how utterly appreciative the animal was for the pain and humiliation it received – and deserved. But for now, they wanted to hear about Loki’s adventure.
“So. Master Loki, what were you up to? We know this was your annual renewal retreat, and we’re all dying to hear your story. From the way you’re celebrating, I am guessing it’s a good one. They always are.” (Loki’s buddies had long ago learned that flattering him helped keep them in his circle of sycophantic favorites. And, in fact, he was a great storyteller and his S&M activities were extreme and awesome. They inspired his entourage to some intense public orgasms.)
“Well, you’re not dying as much as the guy I just finished with. His name was Curtis, or Carl, or Chris or something like that. I think it was Chris. But it doesn’t matter. He didn’t really deserve a name. He was a total loser, but an entertaining and eager one. I’ll go with Chris. Or cum-slut. It actually began a couple months ago.”
Loki described how he had met Chris at the bar of a hotel in New York City. Chris was in New York marketing some product or other, and Loki had just closed a deal to buy the hotel. “The Eagle is really profitable, but I have a lot of money to invest, and renovating medium-quality hotels is a terrific investment. I’m going to turn that one into the best gay S&M hotel in the world, complete with a no limits bar modeled after this one. I was in the existing hotel bar having a drink with some fellow investors after we closed the deal, and I noticed this geeky-looking young dweeb staring at me. I get that a lot from gay guys, given my body and command of the room, so I wasn’t surprised or offended. I like being admired, and so do my buddies, who are all also major studs. We deserve it. The twink looked kind of interesting. He wasn’t a movie star or anything, but he wasn’t altogether bad looking and those geeky types frankly appeal to me as prospects for torture and sex. I invited him to join our group, which he did.
“I noticed you were staring at me and my buddies. Are you some sort of fag?”
“Sorry., sir. I didn’t mean to offend you. I am gay and yes, I think you guys are amazing looking, especially you. I was fantasizing about you tying me up and fucking me.”
That started a conversation Loki especially enjoyed. He interrogated Chris as to what he liked to do in terms of sex, and learned that the fag was very submissive and, at 28, a bit older than Loki. But he was not very experienced other than at sucking cock. Loki unzipped his fly and invited Chris to strip naked in front of everyone at the bar, kneel in front of Loki, and suck his dick. A bit to Loki’s surprise, Chris did so immediately and quite expertly, fully accepting Loki’s giant cock in his mouth all the way to its base and after a great suck session eagerly swallowing Loki’s gushing load of cum. It didn’t seem to bother Chris at all to have people staring at him while he degraded himself. Indeed, Chris quickly achieved a full erection. (Loki owned the bar, so he didn’t have to worry about rules. After all, this would soon be the norm for conduct there.) As Chris used his tongue to clean Loki’s dick and then thanked him for the honor of serving him, Loki asked what sort of limits Chris had. “I don’t think I have any, sir. For someone like you, I’d let you do whatever you want with me. I’d be happy to suck off your buddies, or if you prefer I could bend over a table and you could all butt-fuck me.” Loki was now truly interested, getting a full view of the dweeb’s body. It really wasn’t bad, and included a very appealing butt. Chris might be his kind of frag. He clearly had a promising attitude and sure knew how to suck cock. Loki ordered Chris a whisky without asking what Chris wanted, and continued the conversation with his naked guest. He learned that Chris was staying in room 558 in what was now Loki’s hotel, and that he was heading back to central Pennsylvania, near Pittsburg, after making some sales calls the next day.
“That’s probably bullshit about no limits, but I’ll give you a test and an offer. I’m staying in my penthouse, and my buddies and I are going to head there and have an orgy. We’ll want some slave fags to play with, and it will be very rough. We’ve arranged for some, but you can join the fun as a slave if you prove yourself obedient enough. So, stay naked and stay hard, put on this slave collar (Loki handed one to Chris), and go back to your room. Pack your shit and leave it in the room. Walk out with nothing but the collar, not even your room key, and be sure to maintain an erection. Then go to the elevator by walking completely around the floor so lots of people see you and ride to the penthouse. If you get arrested or thrown out of the hotel for being naked, that’s your problem. If someone asks what you’re doing, tell them you’re a worthless slave reporting for punishment and invite them to punish you. There will be a blindfold on the table by the door to enter the penthouse. Put that on and ring the doorbell. You’ll be used by my friends, including some very important people. I don’t want you able to blackmail them for the awful things I and hey will do to you. You also won’t know what is about to happen to you as you get tortured and fucked. I’ll decide what to do with you and your shit after I’m done with you. Understood?”
Chris was shocked, and a little afraid, but he was mostly excited and turned on, so he quickly agreed. He had lots of extreme fantasies and this fit perfectly with some of them. He couldn’t hide his reaction anyway, as his cock was now intensely hard, pointing toward the ceiling from all the pressure of his arousal. One of Loki’s buddies commented and they all laughed at Chris as he put on the slave collar. That made him blush but turned him on even more. He returned to his room and did exactly as instructed. He encountered about two dozen guests during his naked stroll, and was yelled at and threatened by all of them. He responded as instructed, and several of the guys decided to start the slave punishment early. Two punched him in the nuts, one spat on him, and another kicked him in the butt as he passed, sending Chris sprawling on the floor. Chris thanked them, offered to let them hit him, kick him, or spit on him again, and continued on his way when they were finished. (They all accepted a follow-on that involved punishing his exposed genitals.). To his surprise, none of this made him lose the erection. The humiliation and pain made it stronger.
After he put on the blindfold and rang the doorbell, Chris was dragged into the room and participated in an amazing orgy that lasted through the night. He had no idea how many guys were in the room, but he was sure each of them raped him at least once. He did know Loki had been the first, not only from comments being made but from the intense pain in his asshole as Loki brutally rammed him, laughing at the fact Chris was bleeding from his torn flesh as Loki enjoyed raping him. He was bent over the back of a low chair with his wrists and ankles tied to the chair’s legs to make it more convenient for them to enter his butt-hole and to highlight his vulnerability. That also made it easy to whip his butt and back, which were severely lacerated by early morning. He could feel the whip laying on his back between beatings, inviting the next tormentor. He also had lots of cocks inserted in his mouth, some to clean off after he’d been fucked, some to relieve themselves with a load of piss (no point leaving the room to use a toilet when a human urinal was available right there), and many were after a blow job – Chris’s favorite thing to do and his best skill. He loved sucking cock, especially in public.
Chris heard others screaming besides himself, so he knew he was not the only sex slave. But he also heard Loki encouraging the guests to be especially brutal to Chris. Chris felt honored. Late in the evening, one guest, who sounded particularly drunk, asked Loki if it would be OK to drag Chris to the balcony and throw him off so he could watch him fall to his death on the street below. Loki considered the idea, and acknowledged that would be fun. But he pointed out the death would be very quick and scum like Chris deserved longer and more painful sessions. Loki finally decided against the idea because it was too dark to get a clear view of the fall and the broken body on the street, and it might be bad press for the hotel. The conversation was another turn-on for Chris, which Loki noted.
After the rapes, Loki thrust a large, electrified dildo up Chris’ torn ass, which sent a stream of electricity through his body. It was astonishingly painful, and Chris provided very satisfying screams to entertain Loki and his guests. Loki had a remote control to vary the voltage, but soon grew tired of that and just left it on full power. They laughed as they watched Chris’s body writhing in pain.
Eventually Chris was released from the chair and tied to a rack. The guests took bets on which setting of the rack would result in Chris’s arms being pulled out of the shoulder sockets, and there was lots of cheering when that happened, after very slow increases to make sure Chris felt all the pain. This also allowed easy access to whip his chest and torture his nipples and genitals. The electrified dildo up his ass assured there were no breaks in the pain inflicted on the group’s newfound sex toy. The constant writhing from the dildo and other sources of torture assured everyone had a chance to enjoy his suffering, but they also noticed and some were even impressed with his continued erection. Loki thoughtfully helped keep in hard by inserting a metal rod down the piss-slit, although he also attached the rod to an electrical source that heated it up and burned the inside of Chris’s cock. The screaming from that caused Chris to go hoarse.
The evening ended for Chris after he was released from the rack and ordered to masturbate for the guests. That was nearly impossible with his dislocated arms pretty much useless, but he was eager to do so. As he began his orgasm he felt a massive pain in his balls. He had been hit hard by Loki, who used a pair of brass knuckles to enhance the effect. Loki was exceptionally strong as well as exceptionally beautiful, and Chris’ orgasm turned to agony. He vomited form the pain, which was followed by a succession of beatings that left him unconscious and covered in his own cum and vomit, along with his own piss that was released as he passed out. The guests cheered Loki and most added their own piss and/or cum to further drench Chris’ body in waste.
When Chris awoke later that morning, he was still naked and realized he had been dumped in a trash bin on the street, as had been his luggage. His arms were still mostly useless form the dislocation, and he wasn’t sure if he would be able to climb out. Worse yet, he realized he had been dumped on top of another naked young male, but this one was dead. The corpse had been emasculated and was a mess of broken bones and ripped flesh, with a gaping wound in its belly. Chris was now not only covered with the vomit, cum, and piss from his own torment, but with the blood of his trash-mate. He further realized that someone had taken a shit on him.
Loki had made sure there was a videographer to record the fun of watching Chris deal with his situation, and a cop to arrest Chris for indecent exposure and sleeping on the streets. Loki later arranged for the photos and video, clearly showing how messed up Chris’ body was, to be sent to Chris’s Facebook friends (there weren’t many) and to his boss. Loki had had one of his assistants go through Chris’s stuff and get all his personal data. These included Chris pissing and masturbating. Chris desperately needed to empty his bladder, but being stuck in the dumpster he wound up mostly pissing on himself. Chis also needed to release some of the sexual tension he still felt. The sight and touch of the mutilated naked corpse had done nothing to turn that off. He correctly concluded that the party had indeed wound up with a fag being dumped over the side of the penthouse balcony, and he found that sexually exciting, if messy. A part of him wondered why he had not been selected. It took him a long time to stroke himself to orgasm, given the dislocation, but his cock was super hard and he added fresh cum to the fresh piss, which spewed over his body and added to the dried waste with which he was covered.
The cop waited before arresting Chris to enjoy the show and allow for a longer and more embarrassing video. The photos and video featured the welts on Chris’s body along with the fact he was covered in vomit, cum, shit, blood, and piss. They also showed his rock-hard cock, which remained hard after he had the orgasm in the trash bin, reflecting his sexual arousal even after all that had happened – or maybe because of it.
As Loki had requested, the cop did not let Chris dress before taking him to the police station, although he did use a nearby garden hose to wash Chris off so the cop wouldn’t have to smell him. Once Chris was out of the dumpster the local garbage service picked it up and hauled it away. The corpse would never be found, nor its disappearance likely noticed. Who would possibly give a shit about a dead fag? Chris remained naked through the brief hearing, after which he was put in jail. There were a dozen or so other guys in the holding cell, who gang-raping him as the cop invited them to do.
Chris had a lot of explaining to do when he paid his fine after a night in jail (where he again got gang-raped this time also including the guards) and finally returned home. Bad as all that that had happened was in so many ways, however, Chris knew he’d make the same choice all over again. Indeed, his main regret was that he had no idea who Loki was or whether he’d ever see him again.
“I enjoyed torturing and fucking Chris, as did my friends. He was the most submissive fag I’ve seen in a long while – even more pathetic than Matt here.” Loki had just gotten another refill from his bar slave. As Matt left the table Loki kicked him in the butt, causing Matt to stumble and drop the tray of empties he was holding. Loki made it clear to Matt that he’d be severely punished later for being so clumsy. Matt sincerely apologized and acknowledged he deserved severe punishment. That began immediately as one of the other patrons amused himself by whipping and kicking Matt as he cleaned up the mess. But that would only be a start.
“I left the little shit alone for a month or so, so his cuts and shoulder would heal. I don’t like using damaged goods. But I kept track of him and was amused to see his life fall apart. He lost his job, of course, and his friends all “unfriended” him. He had about two months’ savings, and I arranged to ruin his credit rating to get his credit card cancelled and keep him from getting loans. I waited until his money was gone. I also made sure that any employer he applied to got a copy of the video. He was totally broke and isolated. I’d even managed to fuck up his ability to get unemployment payments, so he was down to nothing. He had to sell his car, and sell the cool electronic gadgets he owned on eBay. About all he had left was some clothes and his phone, and he was at the point where he had to vacate his apartment in a day or so. I’d read his medical records and knew he tended to get depressed, which is what I wanted. Then I texted him an invitation to contact me, telling him the next encounter would be a lot worse for him. I was pretty sure he would respond right away, and the dumb-shit did. That’s the encounter I just returned from.”
Loki turned philosophical. “There are lots of submissive scum out there, like this parenthetic bar slave. I enjoy torturing and fucking them, but the problem is they enjoy it too much. I’ve provided a wonderful place for Matt at the bar. He likes being beaten and humiliated in public, and he loves sucking cock and getting butt-fucked. Piss and cum are his favorite drinks these days, and he gets to drink a lot of each. Being displayed naked in public is another turn-on, and it’s in my best interest to let him work out a lot so he stays attractive and fit. I let him eat left-overs from what he serves at the bar, although I piss and shit on it to be sure it’s disgusting. He even accepts that as his due, eating and drinking from a dog dish. When I decide to snuff him, he won’t resist at all, knowing it’s my right and he deserves as horrible a death as I can dream up. I’m starting to plan that, by the way, since he’s not able to hold an erection as long as he could before we all started kicking his nuts. They are now damaged and the vet says it would cost a lot to repair them. He also is showing the scars from all the whipping. And that’s also part of what I provide him. He has no decisions to make. He doesn’t have to worry about whether it’s worth it to repair his nuts; I do that for him. And he doesn’t have to worry about his career, or what to wear (the group laughed as Matt’s naked body came into sight), what to eat, where to sleep, when to piss or shit, or how to make or keep friends – he isn’t permitted any so it’s simple. And all I ask in return is total obedience and the right to do whatever I want with him while he’s alive, and to snuff him whenever and however it amuses me to do so. Oh, and I get to fuck his dead body and use it for food or fertilizer, or both. For a worthless piece of shit like Matt, it’s a great deal. In fact, sometimes I think I’m too generous to these slaves, but that’s just how I am.
“But Matt has a flaw. He’ll shoot a great final orgasm as he dies, which we’ll all enjoy watching. But he doesn’t YEARN to be killed. He has a place and purpose in the world. It’ll be fun to torture him to death, of course, but it’s more fun when a scum-bag begs for it. That’s what I saw as a potential with Chris. He deserved to die a horrible death, he knew it, and he desperately wanted it. I just pushed him along a little faster to those realizations by destroying everything in his life that might matter to him. I was doing him a favor. Like I said, sometimes I’m just too generous.
“That’s why I didn’t let my buddies throw him over the edge at my party. Chris not only had the right potential attitude, but he’d showed some courage in pursuing it. It’s a rare twink who will strip naked in a public bar, let alone accept the challenge of my invitation. I liked the look of his body, and he intrigued me. So, I vetoed throwing him off the edge. That would have been a waste. My buddies weren’t too happy about my decision, as we all had a whole lot of blood lust as we kept partying. By early morning, as it started to get light, I realized the party wouldn’t be a success unless my guests and I got to snuff one of the fags. So, we played a variation of “Non-Survivor” where the slave fags vote to decide which of them literally gets thrown off the island – that is, the balcony. They get into it big time, and it’s fun to watch them maneuver to not be selected. They’re all prostitutes who know each other well, and old grudges surface fast. And since the alternative is that we’ll throw them all off the balcony, they enthusiastically play along. It was fairly soon when one of the fats was selected, despite all his begging for mercy. So, we beat the shit out of the “winner” and then I cut off his cock and balls. He was still alive, but not by much. The point was that he was alive and aware enough to scream wonderfully as we carried him to the edge of the balcony and tossed him into thin air. It was light enough to give us a pleasant view of him flaying wildly as he fell 15 stories. The most fun, though, was the fact he hit the top of the flag pole in front of the hotel, which impaled him right in the belly. When we remodel I’m going to add some sharp spikes at various points so we can play target practice. The goal will be to impale the fag in the butt or nuts. That will be a lot of fun.
“Chris responded to my text as I expected, saying he wanted to see me again, no matter what was planned. He said he was at the end of his rope and he really didn’t care what I did to him. I found that pretty amusing my plans – and promising.”
Loki had texted back, telling Chris about a secluded camp ground 7 miles out of town that Loki owned and enjoyed. “I am sending an Uber to pick you up. Once again, you must be naked. It adds to your humiliation. The Uber will arrive in 14 minutes. Be out front.”
Chris was thrilled and did as instructed, not even bothering to bring the keys to his apartment. It wasn’t his anymore, and he sensed he would not be returning. The Uber driver made fun of him being naked, especially since Chris had developed an erection thinking about Loki and what might be in store for Chris. Being ridiculed didn’t bother Chris. He was excited sexually and emotionally.
When Chris was dropped off at the designated spot he saw Loki standing at the trail head next to his Lamborghini. Loki was naked except for his signature steel-toed leather boots, and Chris literally gasped at the sight of him. Chris was aware Loki had been named to a god, but now realized that Loki was indeed a god. No mere mortal could have a body that spectacular, or that dominant. Every aspect of Loki’s blond frame was perfect, from his chiseled Aryan face to his broad, sculpted shoulders, massive chest, exceptional abs, and powerful legs. But it was Loki’s manhood that generated the gasp. Chris had realized its size when he sucked Loki off, and felt it when he was raped. But now he saw it in its full splendor. He had assumed stories of 12 in cocks were just bragging fiction, but this was a weapon at least that long, and equivalently think. No wonder Chris’s ass had hurt so much after the orgy and was still bleeding the next day. Loki’s balls were similarly huge, with a scrotum that hung halfway to his knees. As Chris recovered from encountering this male deity, he did what seemed natural to him. He knelt in front of Loki and begged him to take and use Chris however Loki wished.
Loki said nothing. He pointed to the hood of his car, and Chris instantly understood what he was to do. He quickly went and bent over the hood so that his ass would be conveniently available. The hood was very hot from the recent journey and burned Chris’s chest, but that obviously didn’t matter. When Loki rammed his hard dick into Chris, Chris was in ecstasy with both pain and pleasure. He had no doubt his innards were again ripped open, but that was what he wanted. Anything to please Loki, and the more pain Chris endured the better. Loki was in no hurry, and the fucking lasted for over 30 minutes before Loki shot a massive load into Chris. After emptying his load, Loki inserted the electrified dildo into Chris that he’d used during the orgy. This time Chris did not scream, recognizing that he deserved to be in constant, extreme pain. Chris was then permitted to again kneel in front of Loki, who used his boot to kick Chris hard in nuts. Chris was then permitted to use his tongue to clean the dick and his mouth to accept a load of piss. Chris was struggling not to shoot his own load, but knew he was not permitted even to ask permission to do that. Loki was in control of all aspects of Chris’s body. Chris had become the totally dominated animal he always knew he should be.
Loki spoke for the first time, pointing to a large backpack on the ground next to the car. “You are to carry that and follow me. It cantinas the implements I will use to restrain and torture you, plus what I wish to have for my comfort for the night.”
The two men hiked silently for about six miles to a beautiful campsite next to a pristine river. There was a supply pf wood next to the campsite, among other implements, and Loki pointed to it as where Chris was to put the backpack. It was late afternoon and Loki took a flint form the backpack and used it to start a fire. He also instructed Chris to bathe in the river to clean off his sweat and properly prepare is body for Loki’s use. The water was ice cold, but even that did not dampen Chris’s erection. After Chris was done, he next fetched water in a pail that Loki then placed over the fire. In due course, Loki bathed himself with fresh, warm river water. Both men were refreshed form their hike.
Loki next reached into the backpack and pulled out a series of implements, including a rope with a noose tied at one end. “Put this around your neck and toss the loose end over the branch on that tree.” Chris did as instruct, and Loki then grabbed the loose end of the rope and pulled on it slowly until Chris’s feet were slightly off the ground. The noose did not tighten so it did not completely cut off Chris’s breathing, although in time the pressure on his neck would strangle him. Chris realized this, but also knew it was OK so long as that is what Loki wanted to have happen. He only hoped Loki would get more use out of him than just a simple hanging.
Loki was not ready for Chris to die yet. “I do not plan for you to die tonight, although I may change my mind. But I do plan for you to suffer.” With that Loki picked up a whip and sued his great strength to brutally began lash his victim, starting with the chest and abs so he could enjoy the look of pain on Chris’s face, but proceeding to the back and butt to be sure every part of Chris was in pain. As the body swayed back and forth under the whip strokes, it had the desired effect of making it even harder for Chris to breath. Loki was expert at torture, and made sure Chris did not suffocate. He also monitored the lashing so that he did not break the skin. He had other uses for this body.
Loki noted with satisfaction that Chris remained erect. Part of that was, of course, the effect of being hanged, but mostly it was Chris’s sexual needs being met. Loki approved, since having the cock stick out like that made it more fun to whip.
“What do you have to say for yourself, slave?”
“Thank you for using me, Master.”
“What do you want me to do with you?”
“Whatever you want, Master. I have no will of my own any more. I am your property to use and dispose of as you wish.”
“And does that include killing you?”
“Yes, Master. Being killed by you would be an honor. It is more than I deserve.”
“That is correct. I will consider your fate. But tonight, you must prepare yourself. As you know, I am Loki, and Loki is a god. You are but a piece of meat. But you may achieve the wisdom to fully embrace your fate as the great God Odin once did. To achieve wisdom, he allowed himself to be tied naked to a tree and endured the elements. That is your task between now and tomorrow morning, and you are to consider how great the honor would be if I take your life to enhance slightly one of my orgasms during my annual contemplative retreat. I return to this place each year to reconnect with my heritage and with Odin, and I sacrifice male meat as Odin requires. You are to beg for that honor, realizing how utterly worthless your life is. And you are to suggest ways in which I might make use of your body before and after you die.”
“But first, you must be labeled for what you are – my property.” Loki proceeded to the fire, where he had placed a branding iron. It was now red hot, and he retrieved it and approached the beaten body hanging by its neck. The lettering was small and the message was simple: “Property of Loki.” He branded Chris in two places, enjoying the aromatic smell of burning flesh and the inhuman screams of his victim. One was on his right pec just above the nipple, and the other was on his back just below the neck. Despite the extreme pain, Chris was thrilled and grateful. “Thank you, Master. It is generous of you to accept my body as your property. I know this includes your right to end my life as you wish.”
Loki continued to torture Chris for several more hours, enjoying not only whipping him but also using his brass knuckles to once again attack Chris’s balls, which swelled considerably from the blows. “I want you to remain in pain throughout the night. Some of that can be achieved through the dildo, which I will leave inside you at full power. But I want your whole body to suffer.” With that statement, Loki lowered Chris to the ground and released the noose. He had observed the youth was starting to lose his ability to breath, and didn’t want Chris to die so easily. The twink collapsed, choking.
“I have worked up a sweat punishing you. And so, have you. Once again cleanse yourself in the river, and fetch me some water so I can heat it up and cleanse myself. Then you may have the honor of sucking my cock and drinking my piss.” Chris, of course, did exactly as instructed, and greatly enjoyed sucking the massive cock. He choked on it a few times, of course, and Loki kicked him in the balls for doing so, but he was overall very successful, and the hot cum streaming down his throat was totally satisfying, as was the piss that soon followed it.
“Stand by that tree with your back to it. Then spread out your arms and legs.” Loki approached Chris with long strands of rope. He tied both the hands and the feet so that the rope reached around the tree and firmly held each in place. Chris was now spread-eagled, firmly fastened to the tree. Loki next attached a rope around Chris’s neck, which was also strung around the tree to further secure his body. Loki was quite pleased with the arousing site of this young willing victim standing naked, fastened to a tree, branded for what he was, with his cock massively erect. Loki at times believed himself to actually be one of the Norse gods, and felt this is what his father Odin would want by way of sacrifice.
But there was not yet enough pain. Loki approached Chris and reminded him that he was to spend the night in extreme pain throughout his body. Chris understood and once again thanked Loki for assuring he suffered adequately. As he finished, Loki again used his great strength, this time to bend Chris’s right arm so that he completely broke the elbow. Chris screamed, but again expressed his thanks. He did so again three times, as his left elbow and both knees were also rendered forever useless. The body was now in total pain as Loki had planned.
“It is now time for my dinner, and for you to begin your night of pain and contemplation. You will contribute here as well. While I have brought other meat to cook, I wish to start with something entirely fresh. You have no further need to produce sperm, so I am removing your testicles. You will watch me eat them. If I decide to let you have a final orgasm, the sperm you already have in your body will suffice.”
Loki cut very slowly into Chris’s scrotum to prolong the pain. He removed each testicle slowly and had Chris lick it clean. Then he consumed it in front of its prior owner. Loki finished by cauterizing the wound so Chris would not bleed to death overnight. But that was only to keep his victim alive for further tortures.
Chris was mostly overcome by pain at first, but as the evening turned into night he recovered enough to contemplate what was happening. He was now castrated and his limbs were broken. He had anticipated meeting with Loki would be fatal, but had no idea there would be this much pain. But he also had no idea it would be this thrilling. He was fulfilling Loki’s need to dominate, and that was far more important than Chris’s life and a wonderful use for Chris’s body. He genuinely looked forward to completing his contribution the next morning by dying some sort of horrible death, hoping it would meet Loki’s expectations. As he watched Loki finish his meal and settle down for a good night’s sleep on a comfortable air mattress under the stars, the sense of gratitude was far greater than the sense of pain.
. . . . .
Chris was unable to sleep that night due to the combination of pain and excitement, so he had the thrill of watching Loki wake up as the sun rose. The human deity stretched his beautiful body and stroked his enormous cock. He rose, pleased to see his human sacrifice still alive but clearly without any rest. That was how he wanted it.
Loki left Chris tied to the tree while he enjoyed a hearty breakfast he retrieved from the backpack and from several coolers that had been placed near the fire pit before the two men had arrived. Only then did he turn his attention to the broken animal he was enjoying so much. So far, this piece of meat had greatly exceeded his expectation, and he felt confident it would also do so as it died.
“So, meat, what have you to propose for the use of your worthless body? And are you still anxious to forfeit your pathetic life for my fleeting pleasure?”
“I am, Master. I am just hopeful you will inflict a death that fully pleases you through its length and cruelty. As for my body, I suggest you consider me as food. And there is no reason you should not enjoy fucking me after I’m’ dead and before my flesh cools. Perhaps, by way of an ongoing use, you might find use for my skin as a source of leather for you attire. But perhaps that is too forward on my part. I know I do not deserve that level of honor.”
Loki was completely pleased. This was exactly what he wanted to hear, and it was also how he had planned to use the twink.
“you finally got something right, slave. You will have the great honor of me torturing you to death this morning, And I will use your body as you suggest, since that is what I planned. Indeed, from the time you stepped naked in the bar to get to suck me off, I concluded that your skin would convert nicely to leather. You will be preserved as my new leather jacket, something vastly more important than your life. The branding I did yesterday was strategically placed and will survive the leathermaking process, and everyone will know the jacket is mine.”
Loki untied Chris from the tree and led, or mostly carried, the body over to the branch where it had been hanged the afternoon before. He attached a different noose around Chris’s neck, but this time didn’t raise Chris above the ground. The noose just held him upright, as this was one designed to tighten under the weight of a body, which meant it and that would fatally choke Chris when Chris was lifted by the rope. Loki needed the youth to breath, at last for a while. He didn’t bother to tie Chris’s wrists behind his back as is traditional for a hanging. He knew there would be no resistance. And even if Chris tried, his arms were no longer functional.
Loki began by gutting Chris just above the cock, inserting the knife deeply and slowly cutting upward. This was a favorite method of torture for Loki as he knew how amazingly painful it was for the victim. Chris was no exception and Loki especially enjoyed the screams as they took on more of the sound of a n animal than a person. After all, that’s what Chris always was.
“I like to start by opening up the guts and removing some of the innards that aren’t very eatable,” Loki explained as he slowly cut upward toward the base of the rib cage. He made a sideways cut at the top and then peeled back the skin to reveal the organs inside. Loki cut out and removed various organs, showing them to Chris as he pulled them out. But he was careful to tie off the arteries and veins to keep the bleeding to a minimum. Loki was quite expert at this, having majored in human anatomy in college so he could be a more effective torturer. He put the organs in one of two coolers. Things that could be prepared for a delicious meal, like the liver, were in one cooler. Other parts that weren’t suitable went into the other cooler. “I personally like liver, and I’m confident yours will be delicious,” he explained. “But I don’t want to be wasteful, and I’ll feed parts like your intestines and stomach to the slaves who work in my bar. It will be fun to watch, and it’s probably even nutritious.”
Loki next turned to skinning Chris alive, which was a skill and task Loki also enjoyed and was very good at doing. His knife continued to Chris’s chest, but this time not at all keep. Loki peeled off the young skin he’d admired so much, and in a brief time Chris’s chest and belly were skinless. His back, legs, and arms soon followed, with Loki carefully assuring the skin came off in large sections to make it easier to prepare the leather. It was a tribute to Loki’s remarkable skill that Chris remained alive, albeit missing a lot of his insides and all the skin on his body.
But now it was time for Chris to die. Loki pulled on the rope so that Chris was now off the ground, with the noose tightening as he continued to writhe in utter agony. But there was no sudden fall of the body to break the neck as in a traditional execution. Loki wanted Chris to die as slowly as possible, and this would happen due to being suffocated as the noose tightened around his neck. While the vivisection and the skinning were enough to prove fatal, Loki enjoyed the look of terror on the face of a victim who was slowly deprived of oxygen.
“you’ll be dead pretty soon, and I’ll enjoy watching you suffer until then. When you die, by the way, you will have an orgasm. I didn’t let you cum earlier while you were alive not only because I don’t want you to feel pleasure, but because you wouldn’t have had any sperm stored up after I ate your balls. No one knows if there’s any sexual satisfaction form an orgasm that is triggered by death, as it’s mostly a bodily function of blood flow to the cock. I hope there isn’t any, as you don’t deserve it, but I am confident the agony and terror of death will be the greater reaction. I do know it’s a whole lot of fun to watch a young male body cum and go at the same time.
The blood loss form being gutted, skinned, and robbed of internal organs meant Chris did not last much longer. But there was some entertainment as his survival instinct kicked in and his useless arms tried to reach the noose. Loki hadn’t expected that and laughed out loud. It was really amusing. Chris also didn’t disappoint on the orgasm front. His cock had remained hard, as usually happens with guys getting hanged, and as his body began the final death spasms the cock erupted, squirting out a massive and powerful load of cum.
Loki was quite pleased. He was also thoroughly aroused, and quickly cut down the body for its sexual use. He entered the asshole for the last time, enjoying the warmth and the pressure generated as the fag completed its final death convulsions. Fucking guys as they died was Loki’s favorite sex act. The intensity of his orgasm more than justified the trivial sacrifice of Chris’s young life.
. . . .
Loki finished his story to the appreciation of his audience just as dinner was served. As the group began their meal there were lots of questions.
“So how did the jacket turn out?” Loki reached down and showed off his new attire. It was expertly done, and he pointed out how well the branding had worked out. Chris was now clearly “property of Loki.” And Loki also pointed out a feature he’d added. “I thoroughly enjoyed watching the meat burst into its final orgasm, so I kept the cock, and used it as the pull for the zipper.” Everyone admired the preserved cock hanging down from the zipper, the only part of Chris that would generate a memory.
“And what about the meat? Did the slaves enjoy the intestines? And did the choice parts cook up well?”
“We’re going to feature a ‘feast’ of the slaves eating the loser’s innards right after dinner as a start to tonight’s sex and torture fun. We can add some piss and shit to enhance the flavor. As for the prime cuts, please let me know. Personally, I think the meat did indeed turnout to be delicious.” And with that, Loki cut himself a second large piece of twink breast meat.