It’s funny how the urge ebbs and flows. Sometimes weeks and months can go by and all I want is to fuck or fist an eager ass, maybe rough them up a bit, and ultimately fill them up with sperm and hear them moan as they shoot for me. But other times, the urge overtakes me and what I want more than anything else is to kill. Then I’ll carefully get a guy to my playroom, work on him for hours and just when he has been tied up and gone about as far as he is willing to go, put the ball gag in and tell him what turns me on the most and what I intend to do to him. They usually freak. They piss themselves, they struggle against the ropes and try to scream despite the ball gag. But it is to no avail. They have no choice but to give me what I want, and they all end up dead. What freaks them out even more is how I can make them cum while I am killing them, so for brief moments they look at me in amazement as their extreme pain becomes pleasure beyond what they thought possible. Then the pain rushes back in, and I continue playing till I get my rocks off watching them give me their lives. I love cutting a man’s balls off, love slicing his dick in half, love feeling my fist pressing hard against his diaphragm, deep inside him while he bleeds out slowly after castration. Sometimes I can see in their faces that they love that too, my eyes locked to theirs as their blood, sperm and lives drain out. Sometimes I get a sense of a real gratitude when they shoot that death load for me…the understanding that nothing else could compare to what they have gotten and given.

Tonight I was looking through a BDSM “dating site” and saw an ad from a guy not too far from me. It was titled “looking for snuff”, and the faceless body shot was pretty nice. The man claimed he wanted to be tortured and killed by a masculine experienced top, so I thought “what the hell, even if he doesn’t REALLY want that, he’s sure gonna find out what it’s like.” Now I’m not bad myself, tall and strong, and pretty much can get what I want. In this case however he is not going to have the right of refusal. When I’m in a predatory mood, the prey never survives. I’m about a mile or two from a fallow tract of land that has fallen into disuse. It has gotten overgrown, and the fence is breached in several places. I send the guy a pic of my body (with my tattoos photoshopped out, for discretion), showing my rather impressive endowment and ask “interested?”

Within minutes he messages back “Yeah! You understand what I am looking for?” and I respond “I’m definitely what you are looking for, and good at what I do. If you are REALLY serious, delete these messages, block my profile and meet me at that old, deserted property out by the bay in an hour. Don’t drive, walk. Leave your ID, money, phone and keys at home…you won’t need them again, I promise you that.”  He does not respond but does delete the messages and blocks my profile. I do the same and grabbing my chloroform, some zip ties and rags, head out in the van. I assume he is not going to show, or will not have followed directions. But sure enough he shows in an hour, sees me emerge from the brush and does not struggle when I chloroform him.

He is definitely built so it takes some effort to get him in the van and then from my garage to the playroom. But as usual there is nobody around to see and once he is in the playroom I’m safe. Really well soundproofed, and a big vat of acid in the floor that has already made short work of a few tricks, we are free to have fun (at least I will…we will see about him). Shortly after he wakes up on the floor, and briefly struggles against the ties. When he sees me he stops. I’m naked from the waist up, tight leather pants and boots below. He sees the knife in my hand, and I can tell his dick is rising in his pants.

“This is to cut your clothes off buddy, we have a lot to do before I kill you.”

He nods and lies still. Sure enough he has no money, no phone and no ID on him at all. “Good boy!” I say. I reach down and squeeze his balls hard. They’re of nice size and will be fun to ruin. “You’re gonna lose those boys for sure. How does that make you feel?” He says nothing but his eyes go wide with what certainly looks like desire and a precum stain spreads in his not yet sliced off briefs. When I have him naked, I step back to admire his body. He’s good looking, probably late 30’s and well built with a good sized (and now hard) dick and large nuts. “You’re a hot man, gonna be fun to snuff you’”

“You are too, I recognize you now, seeing your face and tattoos. I’ve seen you in the bars and had fantasies of you snuffing me! But assumed that was all they’d ever be.”

I cut off the zip ties around his legs and help him up, leading him to the autopsy table. I can see he is eager to be put on it, and he helps me get him up there. I cut his arms free, and tie them to the corners, leaving his legs free. Just to get him in the mood I put metal clamps on his nipples and punch the shit out of his balls. He cries out in pain but stays hard. I bring out a Wyoming knife and show it to him. “Know what this is for boy?” “Fuck yeah!” He says, “I grew up on a farm, we hunted, I want that so fucking bad!” I bend down and kiss him hard and his tongue pushes hard into my mouth. Suddenly I want to kill this guy so bad I can hardly control myself. Instead I take the blade and cut off one of his nipples, pulling on the clamp to get the whole thing. He screams but his eyes are locked on mine. He is breathing hard and a slow stream of seminal fluid oozes out of his dick. I give him a hit of poppers and cut off his other nipple and to my surprise he comes, screaming and shooting his sperm high into the air.

“Oh fuck man,” he says, “I thought I wanted this to last a long time, but this feels amazing. Take me man!”

I piss all over his chest, blood and urine dripping out the drain on to the floor and then get on the table myself, fucking his ass brutally until we actually cum in unison. We rest for an hour or so, me playing with his body, he worships my pits and nuts, drinking more of my piss. He tells me how much he has wanted to give himself to a top like me to be killed. I tell him how much I love killing other men, regardless of their desires, and he hopes I appreciate his desire for me. I do, always amazed by those men who find their purpose in the act of being killed. When I am ready to go again I fist him until he is hard and barely in control, then with the knife I used to cut his clothes off, grab his scrotum and quickly slice it off, holding it in front of his face before he can even register what I have done. He comes without touching himself screaming in pain and pleasure as I shove my arm deep into him again. He licks his own scrotum as I hold it in front of his face. I love the feeling of taking a man’s balls…the symbolism and the feeling of the knife cutting his balls free, and when a man cums as I do it, the feeling is even better. He KNOWS who is superior, he KNOWS who is killing him, he KNOWS how right the act is.

We rest again, and knowing what I am about to do, I get both of us high with a shot of meth, and give him a shot of caverject in his dick to make sure he is hard until the end. After a short while I mount his face and fuck his throat until his excitement mounts again. He has lost enough blood from the castration that he is going into shock, but the meth will keep him going. When he is fully hard, I bring out the Wyoming Knife again and show it to him. His eyes go wide “YES!” he says “Gut me!!” I let him take a couple of hits of poppers and then sink the first blade into his pubes.

“OH GOD!”  he screams, his eyes opening wide, and locking onto mine “That hurts so fucking much! That feels so amazing Do it man!!” I get the second blade in and zip him open like a can of spam.  

“Yeah boy! I’m killing you, and it feels good doesn’t it? Shoot a load for me boy!” Quickly I cut him open to the sternum and reach into his abdomen with both hands, pulling out his intestines. He watches, screaming and moaning, his dick hard and leaking both piss and seminal fluid. His orgasm erupts and I stab the knife into his neck so that by the time his orgasm fades he is dead in a fountain of blood and cum.

His body goes into the vat to dissolve, and tomorrow I will go over the playroom with bleach. It always amazes me how much fun it is killing men!

My old bully Kane sent me a text saying to show up at his place with money and to be prepared for the fagbashing of a lifetime. Why did i say yes? Why am i excited?Because i’m going to get my face punched in by a Real Man, one that knows how to treat a faggot.i have been bullied all my life, but i deserve it for being gay. Kane and i both know that it’s not okay to be a faggot.i got there early and was waiting outside his house when he pulled up in his truck.He opened the door and got out. His muscles were bulging through his shirt under a leather jacket, His strong ass and calves almost bursting out of his skin tight jeans. He had black hair, dark brown eyes, and light skin. He looked like a typical jock.”Hey, fagboy.” he said to me with a grin on his face.i tried to smile back, but i just couldn’t. i felt so small standing before him.”You ready to get your
ass kicked?””Yes, Sir.” i replied. His smile widened, but His eyes were cold, hard, and hateful. i couldn’t help but shiver under His gaze.”Good faggot, now strip and kneel.” He said, with hate in His voice. i quickly stripped off the rest of my clothing, and kneeled facing away from Him. He shoved me over so i fall into the driveway gave first.The first thing that entered my mind was fear, then a
second later shame came. Then humiliation- then self hatred-The self hatred feels familiar. And so right. i should hate myself, because faggots like me are disgusting, no faggot deserves to live and i am lucky to be taught that lesson again by such a Superior White Alpha Male like Kane. Then, i hear Him crack His knuckles.Sudden pain, as He steps on the back of my head, not caring about my nose breaking against the concrete. He laughs when He sees my blood spill down His driveway. “What do you say, fagboy?” He spits. “Thank you Sir” i gurgle through my bleeding nose.“I’m glad you’re learning your lesson, fagboy. But don’t think this is over, faggot. You’re gonna be begging for more. I’m gonna make sure that you regret ever coming out of the closet ad the disgusting faggot you are, loser.”With that, He walks into His house.i sit there for a few moments, crying and sobbing, feeling ashamed, humiliated, and broken.i feel like the lowest piece of shit on Earth. That’s the way it should be. i realise that i am keeping Kane waiting, soi start to crawl from the front yard to Kane’s front door, dizzy from the severe head injury.i am moving too slow, Kane is getting pissed off and impatient. He storms outside, kicks me hard in the face with His steel toe boots (i thank Him, of course), He grabs me by the hair and drags me into the house, burning my skin against the driveway and almost breaking my bones on the steps. i am hard as a rock, naked in Kane’s house while He is fully clothed. He throws me down the steps of His basement, and i land awkwardly on my left leg, breaking my knee and ankle, and He collects His baseball bat on His way down, making sure to check that the nails he put in the bat are nice and rusty.He smashes my head on the stairs once more, and now i cannot go anywhere. i can only wait for Him to finish what He started.And then, like any true faggot, i kneel at Kane’s feet, confessing all my faults, and thanking Him for teaching me the consequences of my degenerate faggot life.Then, He will punish me for being such a pathetic faggot like myself, and not a Real Man like Him. i don’t expect to survive long enough to ever leave this basement.But, just the thought of what Kane will do to me gives me a pleasurable sensation, makes me feel like i can redeem my life of faggotry by offering my life to be snuffed simply for His evening’s entertainment.”You ready to die, faggot?” He says, with absolute hatred pouring from His masculine voice.”Please don’t snuff me Sir” i beg, knowing there’s no
escape, but my erection gives me away.”You’re like a cock-starved dog who wants to get fucked right before he dies,” He laughs, “But too bad for you, faggot.” He gropes His bulge through His jeans, seductively, knowing He’s turning me on with His Straight, White Superiority, “This dick is for chicks, you’ll never even get to see it before you die, fagboy”He then starts kicking me with no mercy. i am crying and screaming for Him to stop, but He doesn’t care. Kane is areal sick fuck.He is enjoying every second of punishing me for being a faggot, and He knows i deserve it.i scream and cry and beg for Him to stop, but He doesn’t. He just keeps beating me with His steel toe boots, and i keep screaming and crying.i am a worthless piece of shit, and i deserve everything i get.i deserve to die like a faggot.i deserve to be beaten like a faggot.i deserve to pay the price of a lifelong faggotry just so that a Straight White Alpha Male Jock can feel superior over me.i deserve to be snuffed by Kane, because i am nothing but a piece of worthless shit.i deserve to be snuffed by Kane, because iam a faggot.In fact, not only will He not be punished for ending my sad fag life, thanks to the new Anti-fag legislations and new sodomy laws, He will actually be rewarded by the local police (which are now all White, thanks to new White Superiority laws) with a cash reward for a confirmed fag kill.”Thank you Sir”, i say, even through my horrible injuries. i know i have no chance of surviving, but i still want to thank Kane for giving me the privilege of dying as a fag. “You’re welcome faggot, now shut the fuck up, and enjoy your last moments of life.”He takes His baseball bat riddled with rusty nails and shoves it all the way up my fag hole with His powerful arms. The nails destroy my insides, it’s the most pain i have ever felt. Kane stomps the handle down so that the bat is inside me entirely, destroying most of my organs and i feel a nail perforate one of my lungs.Knowing there’s no way of surviving this, i scream in equal parts agony and pure pleasure as He uses both hands to tear open my anus like opening a bag of potato chips, and he grabs the handle of the bat. He keeps the bat inside me but fucks my entire torso with it, cutting up everything inside me, my innards falling out my ruined asshole all over His hands and the basement floor.He continues to fuck me with the bat until i am completely destroyed, He has torn up my insides, and i am bleeding profusely.He then pulls out the bat and holds it in front of my face. “you’re dead, faggot” He says as i see pieces of my mashed up organs dripping off the bat.My intestines lay scattered on the basement floor, my stomach ripped apart.There were small bits of skin and bone and shreds of
muscle stuck to It, and i could smell it too, it wasn’t
pleasant.“I’m sorry for being a faggot” i say, realizing that i should’ve been killed when Kane first met me.”You’re sorry for being a faggot?You were doing nothing wrong… except trying to live like other actual people, but faggots are not real human beings” Kane replies with a cold smile, He seems genuinely satisfied with what he’s done.“You’re not going to be missed, faggot. No one will mourn your death, in fact, I am going to hold a celebration with your family tomorrow. Your dad even told me He’s so proud of me. I bet He’s never said that to you, eh, faggot?” He laughs, spits in my face, and shakes pieces of my guts from the rusty nail bat onto my face.”No Sir” i say, my voice barely audible.He suddenly shoves the bat into my mouth, smashing what remains of my teeth out of my gums and rams it down my throat. Not only will i never speak again, my entire throat is destroyed, and i can’t breathe.i look imploringly into Kane’s eyes, but even if He wanted to, i am done for. He wants me dead, anyway. His laugh grows louder and colder as He sees my desperation.i don’t have much time left. i can feel myself dying…i am dying…my final thoughts are of how much i truly hate myself, and how the world is a better place with me gone.Kane is now standing above me, looking at me with a look of satisfaction on His face. “That’s right, faggot. you deserve this, because of your disgusting lifestyle.” He says, as He lifts up His beautiful booted feet, ready to stomp my skull and brains into oblivion.The last thing i hear is the words “fuck you faggot, die for a Straight Man!!” and the sound of His boot smashing my head, over and over again.
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As he leaves the house, Joey hears his inner voice, the intuition that’s seldom steered him wrong. Loud and strong, it says “tonight’s the night!” He quickens his step, heading towards a cruisy park about a mile from his house. Dense and dark it’s often empty, but occasionally the woods and brush are full of horny men waiting to fuck an eager throat or ass. He figures he’s had gallons of scum in his mouth and ass over the years at that place. Some nights he gets home reeking of piss, the taste strong in his mouth. On the best of nights hot and sadistic men have left him bruised and sometimes bloody, but drained and wanting more. Lots of guys really go for his short stature and solid build, his little patch of pectoral fur and the curls that peek out from under his muscled arms. If a tall top is looking for a submissive little pitbull he’s their boy. As he approaches the night shrouded woods he hears it again: “tonight’s the night!” His thick dick swells in his pants and his balls rise in his scrotum, aching for abuse he hopes is waiting. When he enters the park though, he’s disappointed to see only two cars in the lot and hear no sound from the woods. When his eyes adjust to the dark he hits the trail but 10 minutes of strolling reveals nothing. He heads back to the parking lot and now there is only one vehicle, a black SUV with tinted windows that was not there before. “Well, shit!” he thinks, but on the strength of his intuition, heads back in one more time. Deep into the park he makes out the glowing ash of something being smoked in the distance. And he smells weed. Walking on he sees a lean man, easily 6’2” to Joey’s 5’7”. He’s grey haired, bearded, dressed in leather with no shirt beneath his vest, revealing lots of fur, and huge nipples hung with 0 gauge rings. Below his navel “Soul Taker” is tattooed in gothic letters. The guy has been watching Joey approach and they are both fully hard, the older man’s huge dick obvious even in the dark. He flashes a broad smile and offers Joey a hit of the joint he’s smoking. “Thanks Stud” says Joey Taking the joint from the man’s huge and rough hand. “Name’s Joey, it looks like we’re the only two here, and you look damn good in that leather.” “I’m Zeke. Ezekiel, but nobody calls me that. You look damn good in that Tee. They share a few hits in silence and then Joey shucks the shirt and Zeke nods in appreciation of Joey’s thick, well worked nipples. He takes each between a calloused thumb and forefinger, squeezing hard, digging his thumbnails in. Joey sucks in breath and whispers “Oh fuck yeah!” He looks down at Zeke’s leathers and the outline of his huge hard on. He reaches down to caress it through the leather and Zeke nods, “that’s for you boy, and these fists as well.” Joey feels the size of Zeke’s hands and the length and thickness of his forearms, and desire overwhelms him. He looks up into Zeke’s deep set incredibly dark eyes and says, “What if I can’t handle them?” “Oh, you’ll handle them boy. I promise you that you’ll never find another man who can do what I’m gonna do with you.” With that Zeke leans down and Kisses Joey hard and deep. “Oh, man, let’s go” says Joey, and Zeke nods. They walk out to the parking lot, and Zeke pauses at the edge of the woods, carefully scaning the surroundings to make sure there is nobody to see them leave together. Joey notices this and understands his intuition may well be correct. “Soul Taker?” asks Joey, caressing the tattoo on Zeke’s flat hard stomach once they are in the car, “what does that mean?” Zeke looks him hard in the eyes and says softly “I had a hunch about what I might find in this park tonight, I think you have some idea.” “So did I when I left the house. And when I saw you in the woods, when I saw the tattoo, I hoped it was right.” They drive in silence for a while, idly touching each other’s bodies as Zeke drives out of town. “Where are we going?” asks Joey. “I have a country place, with a well set up ‘playroom’. Very remote, a mile up a dirt road. What was your intuition?” “This is hard to talk about. I have never said this to anyone, but I have been thinking more and more about snuff. And I have wanted to meet a top into that for the last couple of years.” Zeke nods and runs his hand through Joey’s hair, massaging his neck as he drives. “You want to be killed Joey? Is that what you’re looking for?” “I want to feel things my body can only go through once. I want to submit completely to a sadistic man, to see his passion, share his excitement. So yeah, it’s been this fantasy for so long, but I saw you tonight and hoped you might be that man.” “I hope you’re ready ‘cause there’s no turning back now. This is definitely not a fantasy.” Joey sighs, and the rest of the car trip is spent in silence. Finally, they reach Zeke’s place and Joey follows him in. Zeke tells him to strip, and he does eagerly. He watches as Zeke ignites the fireplace and burns all of Zeke’s clothing, his ID, and his cell phone. The battery goes up like fireworks. To his surprise this makes Joey’s dick impossibly hard, and Zeke laughs when he sees it. He pulls the boy to him shoves his tongue down his throat. Then pushes him down to his knees. He hauls his dick, easily 10”, uncut and thick out of the leather pants, and Joey gets to see it in its glory for the first time. His balls are big and heavy. Like plums weighing down his scrotum. His hands grip the back of Joey’s head and shoves the full length down his throat. He fucks brutally and Joey tries hard not to gag. He does not struggle, submitting to the power of the older top. Zeke pulls out and lets Joey worship his balls for a bit, then pushes his hog down Joey’s throat again. Joey’s excitement growing as he takes the tops huge dick. Finally, Zeke buries the full length into Joey and holds his head in place until he passes out, hot sperm pouring down his throat. Once Joey is unconscious Zeke carries him into his playroom and places him on a mattress covered with a plastic sheet. The tools of torture are arranged everywhere. Knives, dildoes, butt plugs, nails, huge safety pins, buckets of lube, syringes, vials, and more. He greases up his tool, raises Joey’s legs and mounts him as he begins to regain consciousness. His eyes open with a start as Zeke pushes into his hole and Zeke immediately holds a bottle of poppers under his nose before taking a hit himself. Joey moans and gets his legs over Zeke’s shoulders as he is impaled and fucked brutally, his mouth still full of the taste of Zeke’s scum. He licks at Zeke’s armpits stares into his eyes and whimpers as he takes the older man’s long dick. “Oh man! Fuck my ass, ruin it!! Tell me what your gonna to do to me…please…I want to hear you say it!” This comes out of his mouth almost without him thinking about it, so intensely does he want his fantasy made real. “Yeah boy, I’m gonna kill you” Zeke whispers in Joey’s ear as he fucks, “ruin and those nice nipples, cut off those beautiful balls, and fist you till your insides are shredded and useless, kill you while you cum. Is that what you want to hear? Is that what you want me to do?” “Oh shit!!” Joey says, “Yes.” His mind racing as Zeke’s huge dick batters his guts. Finally, Zeke groans and Joey feels the head of the top’s dick swell as he unloads another torrent of scum into the boy. “Clean my dick” he commands and Joey sucks on the still hard dick and then eagerly drinks as Zeke pours a bladder full of piss into his mouth. Zeke strips off the rest of his leathers and makes some dinner while Joey rests. Joey really has no appetite but takes a little of the food Zeke has made. Zeke tells him he has been doing this for years, luring men up to his country place and killing them. 20 men at least. He normally takes those he feels will not be missed and they mostly have no idea what Zeke’s about, terrified as he tortures and then kills them. Zeke tells Joey how much he loves doing it, thrilling in their terror and final resignation; how much he loves seeing the life leave their eyes. But every now and then he connects with men like Joey and can share the experience more deeply. He is careful and has managed to avoid detection. Joey listens quietly filled with incredibly complex emotions and desires. He looks into Zeke’s dark eyes and is filled with a desire to give this man exactly what he wants. After a couple of hours, Zeke tells Joey to get back on the mattress. He shoots them both up with meth, shares a joint and shoots both their dicks up with Caverject. He greases up a huge butt plug and shoves it into Joey’s ass. Joey yelps. Zeke laughs, but both their dicks are rock hard. He grabs four huge safety pins and has Joey take a hit of poppers before pushing two of the pins through each of the boys large nipples. Joey wails from the pain, but quickly pulls Zeke down to him for a kiss. Zeke pulls and twists them causing Joeys dick, already rock hard from the injection to leak copious amounts of precum. Zeke brings out several long nails. He tightly ties off Joey’s large balls with a leather thong and holding his scrotum hammers a nail into each ball. He then pushes three more nails by hand through each of Joey’s balls going as slowly as possible so Joey can really feel them tear through the tissue. The boy is breathing hard, sweating and moaning. His mind is racing, drug addled, and sex crazed. Unlike anything he has ever felt before, the intensity scares him but excites him even more. This is what he has fantasized for so long, and now it is real. He understands he no longer needs his balls except as a source of pleasure in their mutilation. He hits on the poppers again and says “Castrate me man! PLEASE!” And he wants it bad. He wants to feel his balls reduced to dead meat and feel his scrotum cut off. He realizes a transformation is taking place in him. Zeke had said he hoped Joey was ready on the drive, and now Joey knows he is. Ready and so fucking willing. The pain, the drugs, this incredibly hot man, are all turning him on more. He hits on the poppers again as Zeke pushes more nails through his balls and more safety pins through his nipples. Zeke grabs two of the pins, and the two lock eyes as he pulls on them harder and harder until the flesh begins to rip and the pins are pulled free. Joey is screaming, and the blood flows freely down his flanks onto the plastic sheet. “Good, good boy!” Says Zeke. “Tell your killer how it feels.” Joey’s breathing is ragged, but his unrelentingly hard cock feels like he is on the verge of orgasm. Zeke callingto himself Joey’s killer turns Joey on even more. “It fucking hurts so bad. But my body’s yours man. Do it again Zeke! Please.” Zeke grabs two more of the safety pins twisting and playing with them while Joey moans and writhes. They hit on poppers again and then Zeke tears them out. Grabbing a scalpel from the table he carves the ruined nipples off Joey’s chest as the boy screams. But he is not tied down and he does not struggle, letting Zeke have his nipples, showing the older man his depth of desire. Zeke presents the nipples to Joey to examine on the palm of his hand and the boy’s eyes go wide. “Fuck!” he says softly, “There is no way out now. I’m dead meat.” Zeke kisses him hard on the lips and squeezes his nail filled scrotum in his hand. “Oh Jesus!!” moans Joey. “That hurts so fucking bad, but man, I want to be your steer before you kill me.” Zeke squeezes his balls again and pulls out a medium sized knife from the table. “What is this for boy? Tell your killer.” “To Castrate me Zeke, to cut my scrotum off.” “Sure is boy. Do you need those balls anymore?” “No Zeke.” Do you want those balls anymore boy?” “No Zeke. I want to see you take them!” “No poppers this time boy. I want you to feel this. As much as it hurts is how much pleasure You are giving me.” He brings the knife up under Joey’s scrotum, Below the leather thong so he does not bleed out yet and slices through the boy’s mutilated sac in a way that can only be described as slow, tender and loving. Smiling as he does it, he says softly “feel it boy! Feel those balls coming off. Feels good, doesn’t it? Feels good, me making you my steer. Gonna keep your balls in a bottle long after I kill you.” Without touching himself Joey begins to cum, scum pouring out of his dick as his scrotum is cut free. The pain and pleasure mix and both are beyond what he had imagined they would be. “Oh fuck yeah!! Take ‘em man! I’m fucking yours!! Thank you! Oh fuck!!” Zeke pulls the nails out of the dead scrotum and makes Joey lick and suck on his own severed sac, which he does with incredible enthusiasm. They rest for a while, lying together on the blood spattered plastic sheet, caressing each other’s bodies like lovers might, Joey sucking Zeke’s dick until he cums again and then once more eagerly drinking Zeke’s piss. His sac lies on the mattress, cold and dead. Joey picks it up, feeling the weight and texture of what was his manhood. Zeke looks at his handsome face, scum and piss dripping off his chin. And smiles. “Yeah boy, those were your balls. They’re mine now. You’re my little steer. My steer to butcher.” He takes them and puts them in a bowl. They rest for a while, Zeke lying with Joey on the blood, sperm and piss soaked plastic. Both still high, Joey’s body throbs with pain, courses with anticipation, fear, and still with desire. “You still want it boy?” Zeke asks, looking into Joey’s eyes. And Joey nods. It’s just like he’d imagined, like he’d hoped. The two mwn can practically smell each other’s need. “Try to kill me while I’m cumming Zeke.” “That’s the plan boy.” After an hour or so Zeke gives them each another hit of meth, and they share a joint. Joey is still hard and excited though worse for wear. Zeke gets up and lubes up his arm. Joey perks up seeing this. As Zeke lubes up his other arm, Joey says “fuck yeah”. Though he is definitely weak at this point, he gets on his back and grabs his legs to bare his hole for Zeke. Zeke pulls out the plug in Joey’s hole and easily gets his fingers in the already stretched hole. He pushes hard and quickly gets his full hand in. His hands are huge and Joey moans in pain and desire to have Zeke inside him. Once in Zeke immediately goes for depth. “Bear down boy” he demands as he pushes to the end of Joeys rectum and works past the bend into his colon. “Fuck yeah” Joey moans as the hand works deep inside him. He hits on the poppers and Zeke begins to fuck his arm in deeper and deeper. Between the ache where his scrotum was and the ache where his nipples were Joey is lost in a haze of pleasure, pain and drug induced ecstasy. “Oh man, take me, fuck me.” he moans. Once inside Joey to the elbow Zeke begins a hard fucking motion, practically pulling out and then shoving elbow deep again. Joey is moaning wildly. Both are hitting on poppers and going wild. “Oh fuck!! Deeper Zeke, deeper” Joey cries “tear me in two!” Zeke urges him to bear down again and pushes in almost to the shoulder. Joey can feel the pressure against his diaphragm and groans in desire and abandonment. Never in his life has he felt this good. Never has he experienced a higher level of sexual excitement. Zeke begins to work his other hand in, and Joey’s eyes widen again. “Fuck man! Stretch me till I break.” he says. Zeke slowly withdraws his one arm to the elbow and stretches Joey until he can get his second fist in. Joey moans and writhes but keeps his elbows behind his knees so Zeke has good access to his hole. He feels like his soul IS being taken by these huge arms inside his body and his dick is still rock hard from the caverject even after castration. Zeke works his second arm in, loosening Joey’s hole to the point where he can jam both arms in to the elbow hard and fast. This goes on for what seems like hours. Joey’s hole getting wider and deeper, his need and desire more extreme. Both men’s dicks are hard and dripping. “How do you feel boy?” asks Zeke, shoving hard into Joey’s guts. “I never thought I could feel like this.” “You still want to die for me boy?” Joey nods, eyes wide and breathing hard as the older man batters his insides relentlessly. “Tell me, hear yourself say it!” “I want to die for you Zeke. I want you to kill me!” “Good boy! Good fucking snuff boy.” Zeke pulls out one of his arms, covered in both blood and mucous and shows it to Joey, who sucks in breath. “Shit yeah man. You’re using me good!” Joey’s rectum is totally prolapsed and protruding from his hole, but the feeling is amazing, and he will soon be dead, so he does not care. “Please man, fill me again!” He moans. Zeke shoves his arm in hard and deep, almost to the shoulder and begins to fuck as hard as he can. “Take it boy,” he says to Joey, “I’m gonna tear up your insides.” “Please man! Please!” Zeke punch fucks as hard as possible now, entirely out and then hard and deep way past the elbow. His arm is dripping with blood and Joey is wide eyed and moaning, his hard dick leaking pre cum constantly so that a stream runs down his flank mixing with his blood and their sweat on the plastic sheet. They cannot look away from each other’s eyes, so deep is the connection between them at this point. Zeke withdraws his arm and grabs a cop’s night stick,. He shoves it into Joey’s ass deep and hard, stirring it like a spoon in a bowl of pasta. He smiles broadly as he watches the boy writhe and grimace, blood oozing out of his hole as well as what look like bits of entrail. The boy is breathing hard and moaning. Alternately staring into Zeke’s eyes and closing his eyes tight. He arches his back repeatedly to better feel the hard wood in his abdomen, driving him nuts with excitement. Zeke withdraws the nightstick, dripping with blood mucous and bits of tissue, and bends down over Joey. “Open your mouth” he commands. Joey does and his killer spits into his open mouth repeatedly. Joey swallows hard and smiles. “How do you feel boy?” “I’m ready Zeke. I need this man!! I never thought it would be like this.” “What did you think it would be like boy?” “I thought I’d be more scared. I thought I’d be unconscious. I didn’t think it would be with a Man like you.” “Good fucking snuffboy! You’re gonna cum like a fucking river!” They are both still hard, both dripping with sweat, and the room stinks of blood and manhood. “I’m coming back in boy, gonna open my fist, and my fingers are gonna shred those guts even more. You ready for that? I’m ready to kill you boy! ” “Please, PLEASE. Please Zeke do it KILL me man, Kill me!!” “Jack yourself off boy.” Zeke brings out a handgun and urges Joey to suck on the barrel as he shoves his other arm deep into Joey’s ass. “I’m gonna blow your brains out while you’re cumming, suck on this boy. Get ready!!” This suddenly terrifies Joey and Zeke sees the look on his face. “DO IT BOY!” he commands, and Joey opens his mouth. As soon as he feels the hard steel against his tongue he goes nuts with passion again, looks up into Zeke’s face and nods. Zeke smiles like a madman, seeing how much Joey need Zeke’s lovemaking. Zeke opens his hand deep inside of Joey’s guts and continues to shove his arm deep into the boys body, tearing more holes in his intestines and ripping connective tissue, pulling and grabbing at Joey’s viscera. Joey moans uncontrollably at the feelings which he can neither define or describe. He sucks eagerly at the gun as his insides are torn to shreds and his gut fills with blood. “How’s that feel boy?” Whispers Zeke, totally lost in the intensity of killing this beautiful boy. Joey can only nod as he meets the intensity of Zekes gaze. His moans are his consent as he jacks himself off and Zeke continues the unrelenting mutilation of Joey’s gut. Finally with a high pitched whine from his throat, his sperm erupts from his rock hard dick in the most intense orgasm imaginable. As the third spurt of scum erupts from Joey’s dick, he moans urgently and Zeke pulls the trigger as they hold each other’s intense gaze. The top of Joey’s head blows off in an eruption of bone blood and brains and for a second his eyes go wide with astonishment before they flicker and go dim. Zeke cums without touching himself in a huge orgasm from the thrill of watching Joey die. He kisses Joey’s dead lips, and rests by the twitching body for several minutes as it begins to cool. “Fuck yeah!” he says aloud. “Fuck yeah Joey. Good boy!!” Still horny he takes a knife and makes an incision in Joey’s belly large enough for a tight fit around his dick. He mounts the body and fucks like a wild animal blowing another huge load in among Joey’s torn and ruined guts, and collapses on the corpse, instantly falling asleep. Tomorrow Joey’s body will go into one more deep hole off in the remote woods, but Zeke will enjoy looking at the boy’s mutilated scrotum and nipples saved in a jar of formaldehyde.

Its 9am Sebastians just left the gym a van pulls up he recognises it,the drivers window opens get in says the driver as the side door opens,Sebastian climbs in and takes a seat after a few minutes the van stops the side door opens the Van’s in a large ware house,a guy comes over to Sebastian and feels at him and looks him over hmm he says taking out his phone got a nice one here for you  Boss says Greggor  ok Boss ok Boss ok Boss  boss’ll be here in 10 minutes says Greggor he wants this one stripped and ready to play with when he arrives ,  strip says Greggor to Sebastian ok says Sebastian slipping his shorts and T shirt off hmm even better naked says Greggor , over here says Greggor to Sebastian pointing to 2 uprights with loops on ok says Sebastian Greggor fastens Sebastians wrists to the loops then his ankles  whaaat you gonna do to me asks Sebastian it ain’t what I’m going to to to Yaha  says Greggor its  what the Boss is going to do to you says   Greggor, picking up a black cloth bag and and pulling it over Sebastians head, Ramon take these clothes and burn them infact burn every thing ,Theres a noise of wheels crunching down the drive a black car pulls up,ooh fuck no says Ramon looking at Sebastians Identity card as he burns Sebastians clothes  the guy in the car gets out and enters the warehouse  nice says the boss looking at Sebastians naked body who is he dont know says Greggor as the boss picks up a knife and slowly runs it between Sebastians ass cheeks Sebastian flinches as the knife is turned  get the guys in get them naked and let’s get this guy raped and tortured says the Boss  stripping naked Greggor goes over to a microphone and calls all the other guys in slowly they enter taking their clothes  hmm nice says Delroy as  his 15 inch cock becomes erect,you first Boss says Delroy the Biss steps up and shoves his erect 12 inch cock into Sebastians tight ass Sebastian takes deep breaths as the Boss’s cock opens his ass up  Sebastians moaning and gtoaniqoff then he dashes in to Greggor, we have to let him go says Ramon what the fuck  you going on about says Greggor  we have to let him go Why says a voice bbbbecccause of this stammers Ramon holding the card out to the Boss Whats this says the Boss looking at the identity card no likeness says the Boss ii’itts your Nephew says Ramon no no says the Boss grinning this guys got a bag on his head this guy hasn’t says the Boss looking again at the card,fffuck says Ramon we cant torture him,Bring me the gas burner says the Boss to no one in particular here Boss says Damon dragging a gas bottle and 3 foot long  burner over then lighting the burner,you think I cant torture him says the Boss as he holds the burner near Sebastians ass cheeks,fffuuuuck screams Sebastian as  the skin starts to burn,you boy says the Boss to a young lad cut his balls off pointing to Ramon ssure Boss says Toby picking up a knife and going over to Ramon no fuck no screams Ramon asToby pushes him over a table and pulls his balls back between his legs fuuuck no fuuuck no Toby slips the knife under Ramons balls and lifts it up cutting them off eat them says the Boss fuck no fuck you says Ramon,Toby forces Ramons balls down his throat Ramon starts to gasp for air as he  chokes stop that fuckers noise says the Boss Toby pushes Ramon over to a guillotine and pushes his head over the lunette fffuuuuck you cant do this screams Ramon ,Toby presses a button on the side of the guillotine the blade drops with a whoosh Ramons head rolls across the floor,Arlson ring Jo Jo see if he wants fresh meat sure thing Boss says Arlson,JoJos taking meat Boss as much as  we can give him,we’ll give him some special cooked says the boss as he shoves the gas burner 12 inches  up Sebastians ass and squeezes the trigger theres a whoosh as the  flame goes up  Sebastians ass he opens his mouth to scream theres smoke exits,the Boss pulls the flame gun out of Sebastians ass that looked good says the Boss shoving the flame gun in to 18 inches and squeezes the burners trigger Sebastian opens his mouth to scream theres smoke and the smell of burning emitting from Sebastian’s mouth , you want another burner for his balls asks Damon sure says the Boss and bring Gerard in with you we’ll fry  his balls as well,hi Boss says Gerard looking at Ramons headless and ball less  body fucck he looks good says Gerard kneeling down and shoving his erect cock into Ramons ass , you gunnnaaa cut my head off Boss you did promise I could try the guillotine please Boss please ,ok says the Boss as Damon returns with another gas burner, in here says Toby to Gerard pointing to the lunette Gerard kneels down Toby lowers the upper Lunnette,that feel good asks the Boss ,sure does says Gerard as Toby lights the other gas burner and plays it on Gerards ass and balls fuuuck  fuuuck  fuuuck screams Gerard as his ball sack burns more screams Gerard shove it in my ass  fffuuuuck man shove it in, Toby shoves the lit burner into Gerards gaping asshole he screams as his internal organs start to burn,shut that noisy fucker up says the Boss,Toby presses the button on the guillotine the blade drops removing Gerards head,,Morning Boss says a tall guy Jo Jo how are you says the Boss this is my boy Jo Jo Junior he’s learning the trade hi says Junior as he starts cutting Ramons hands and feet off then he cuts the legs off JoJo’s phone rings ok yep got that says JoJo putting his phone away  2 nipples on steaks wanted says JoJo to Junior sure Pa  says Junior  nice meat says JoJo looking at Ramon and Gerards bodies $300 each then he looks at Sebastian internal cooked says the Boss hmm says Jo Jo $450 was just going to flame his cock and balls says,the Boss picking up the gas burner,still alive says Junior pushing Sebastian’s head back,do his balls Boss then he can go on a spit bar,the Boss squeezes the trigget on the gas burner and plays it over Sebastians balls,$700 each Boss says JoJo,$700 for what those 3 guys over there says Jo Jo pointing across the yard,Damon yes Boss got get Peter Kevin and Andy sure thing Boss,minutes later Petet Kevin and Andy enter the warehouse ,what the fucks that says Kevin looking at a pile of entrails that says the Boss is what’s  left of Ramon,JoJo Junior enters with a 2 inch diameter 8 foot long  steel bar you guys help me he says as he places the bar in Sebastians ass and pushes release his wrists now says Junior Peter undoes the straps holding Sebastians wrists his upper body slumps onto Peter  Junior pushes the bar up theres a crunching sound as Sebastians organs disintegrate tip his head back says Junior to Peter the bar exits Sebastian’s mouth he adjusts the bar then pushes 2 quarter inch thick 2 foot long bars through Sebastians side through the bar and out the other side ,this ones ready Pa says Junior releasing the straps round Sebastians ankles ,ok gett him out side they’re here to collect him,Peter lifts one end of the bar onto his shoulder and Junior takes the other they carry Sebastian putting his body onto  waiting truck that has a barbecue on the back enjoy says Junior as the truck drives away ,your next whaaatt says Peter you heard says Junior my Pa has bought you let’s get you processed as he picks up another spit bar head on or head off for this one Pa head on genitals off feet and hands off,junior picks up the spit bar and   carrie’s it over to the guillotine kneel he says to Peter now says Peter yes says Junior Peter kneels hold that frame says Junior as he lifts the bar and places it between Peters ass cheeks he slowly pushes it in ohhh fuck ohh fuck says Peter as the bar enters his ass you want to wank says Junior as he pushes the bar further in ohhh wow ohh wow what a feeling says Peter as he starts to wank ohh fucking wow ohhwow what a sensation says  Peter as he  feels the bar in his throat he tips his head back and spurts his cum as  the bar exits his mouth,junior picks up 2 bars and pushes them through Peters side then slowly cuts his hands and feet off then he slowly removes Peter’s cock and balls,10 miles away the truck with Sebastian on pulls up,hmm looks good says a guy is he still alive says another,no but he was when we loaded him on,  internal cooked as well this one hmm let’s start to eat whilst its hot says the mayor looking at Sebastians turning body always knew my Grandson would help feed us he says biting into a piece of Sebastians thigh meat very tasty very tasty says the mayor every body took in5 hours later theres just bones and a few scraps of meat left on the spit

Tyler woke with a start to find he was tied and immobile and in some sort of large run-down cabin. It
took him a couple of minutes to recall what had happened, but the sequence of events came back to
him. He’d been hiking a remote section of trail in the Ozarks; a weeklong hike camping as he went. He’d
not seen another human for a couple of days, nor any sign of habitation and was loving it. Midday he ran
into a man coming in the other direction, with just a small daypack which puzzled Tyler a bit as his map
indicated he was miles from anywhere. Like him the other man was shirtless, as the day was pleasantly
warm even in the shade of the hardwood forest. The guy was older, perhaps 25 years older than Tyler,
who’d just turned 30 the previous week. Tanned hairy and lean with a nice musculature, and obviously
well endowed, judging from the bulge in his groin, he was just Tyler’s type. Dark hair, light blue eyes and
a close-cropped beard he was not handsome, more rugged and masculine.“Hey Bud! Nice day for it.” The guy said.
“Yeah” Tyler responded, “this area is great, and you’re the first person I’ve seen in days!”
“This area is quite remote, I’m probably the last person you’ll see, if my past experience bears out. I
come here a lot. There is an abandoned road up ahead that gets you into the wilderness quickly. It’s
been bulldozed where it used to meet the main road, and the woods have grown and hidden it
completely. There’s even an abandoned cabin. Kind of cool.”
They engaged in small talk for a while, Tyler hoping the guy did not notice his increasingly tumescent
dick through his jeans. This man was so much his type he could not keep it down, and a wilderness fuck
would have been amazing. Tyler excuses himself to take a piss, walking off into the trees a short
distance. While pissing he hears the man coming up behind him, and when he turns the guy grabs him
and holds a solvent soaked rag over his face until he passes out.
“Hey! What the fuck is going on?” he shouts. He hears the guy laugh in response from the other side of
the room, and he comes over to Tyler, who is angry, confused and scared. The guy now has an obvious,
and very large hard on visible in his pants. And he rubs it, standing over Tyler’s immobile body which
rests on a beat-up mattress.
“I liked your looks and thought I could have some fun with you for a day or two. And I always walk that
trail specifically prepared for that possibility.”
“You could have tried flirting like a normal person,” Tyler responds. “I thought you were hot and would
easily have said yes.”
“Not likely you’d consent to what I have in mind buddy, though fucking you is certainly part of it” he says
smiling. “There’s at least 15 men buried in the woods around this cabin, hot guys like you, and only one
of them was into it. He was into it all the way to the end. A shit ton of fun that was, even though I also
love the usual screaming, crying and begging from the men I play with.”
“Fuck, man, what are you going to do? You think you want to snuff me?”
Tyler asks. He is scared shitless now, but both men are aware his dick is still hard, and at this point
leaking precum.
“Don’t ‘want to,’ going to is more like it buddy. Maybe you’ll be number two, from the look of your
pants. Doesn’t matter how you feel about it though, I’m gonna kill you and get my rocks off doing it. If
you manage to cum a few times in the process, that’s cool. But either way I end up dropping a huge
load, you end up dead.”
He picks Tyler up and carries him to a large steel table with a drain and spout down to a steel bucket,
and several eyelets around its perimeter. He starts to tie Tyler’s arms to the top corner, and at first Tyler
tries to struggle but a few powerful blows to his stomach knock the wind out of him. Next his legs are
tied, without much resistance. The older man takes a knife out of a nearby cabinet in which Tyler
catches sight of a bunch of similar torture tools. He’s scared, but also filled with feelings he does not
understand at all, especially his ongoing attraction to this man and continued sexual arousal. The man
cuts Tyler’s clothes off slowly and lovingly, caressing his body as he does so. As he cuts through the
crotch of his jeans Tyler’s dick springs upright and a slug of precum oozes out, and the man laughs.
“Well, looks like you are a snuffboy, and didn’t even know it! Fuckin A buddy. My second!” He grabs
Tyler’s large balls and squeezes them painfully hard in his hand, bending down to kiss Tyler hard on the
lips. To Tyler’s surprise he kisses back and sucks on the man’s tongue when it pushes past his lips. He
realizes he is totally lost, and in that instant surrenders to his captor and his own new found lust;
accepting what is coming. When the man pulls away, Tyler stares at him in amazement, licks his lips and
says “what should I call you?” The man says “you can call me Mister, buddy, and I love a verbal bottom
whether he is screaming or crying or begging me to kill him. I fucking love it when a hot guy like you
begs to be killed whether he wants it to end or wants to feel that hot death load.”
He squeezes Tyler’s balls so hard the younger man feels they might burst, but he feels the precum that
again streams out of his dickhead and just sighs. As the pressure is removed a wave of intense sexual
pleasure courses through him. “How much is this going to hurt Mister, and how will you finish me?”
“I’m gonna gut you buddy. Field dress you like a fucking deer. Gonna make you watch me cut your
entrails out and dump them in that bucket. It is gonna hurt more than you can possibly imagine, but
trust me, you’ll welcome it. I see it in you. Before this is through you will want it more than anything you
have ever wanted in your life. And you’ll ask me to kill you. Not just because of the pain, but because
you want me killing you.” He goes to the cabinet and pulls out a rig, and some crystal, gets it ready and
shoots them both up with a potent dose. Tyler has never done this before, and the rush takes him
totally by surprise. Before it even envelopes him fully his killer takes two large fishhooks and pushes
them through Tyler’s nipples. He screams and briefly struggles against his bonds, but quickly quiets
down breathing hard and moaning.
“Yeah buddy scream for me, but look at your dick. You liked it, didn’t you. You fucking need it. SAY IT!”
The man begins twisting and pulling on the hooks as blood streams from Tyler’s torn nipples.
Tyler has never felt anything like this before in his life. Confused, terrified, excited, staring at this
incredibly hot man, thinking ‘do I actually want to be killed?’ He says “Fuck MISTER, Please, I want it!”
“Say you need it!”
“Mister I NEED IT!!” and unbidden: “Do it again, please Mister. I want to feel that a second time” The
top grabs two more fishhooks and pushes them slowly through Tyler’s nipples, deeper than the first
two. He moans hard but does not struggle. “Yeah baby, that looks nice” the man as he destroys Tyler’s
nipples. He takes the pain, and hopes his captor gets pleasure from that, an emotion both confusing and
exciting to him. The top kisses him again, and then makes him keep his mouth open as he empties his
bladder down Tyler’s throat. This is not new to Tyler and he drinks it eagerly. He is speeding his brains
out, and the drug makes his nipples feel incredible. The older man asks: you been fisted before?
“Yes Mister” Tyler answers. The man unties Tyler’s legs and greases up his arm. Tyler does not struggle
now but watches and lifts his legs eagerly as the man enters him and works Tyler’s ass for what seems
like hours until he can get his sinewy arms in up to the shoulder and his rectum is heavily prolapsed. He
pounds away at Tyler’s balls, tugs and twists the fishhooks piercing Tyler’s nipples. “You know I’m
tearing you up inside, don’t you?” “Yes Mister! I feel it. It hurts bad, but it’s like I need you doin’ this. I
want you doin’ this. I don’t know what the fuck you’ve done to my mind, I know you’re going to kill me
but please mister, make it last.”
“Good boy. That is what I want to hear! You’ll know when it’s time, you’re gonna welcome that blade
into that nice flat belly of yours. You’re gonna want to feel my hands pulling out your guts.” He punches
hard into Tyler, almost to the shoulder and then withdraws a bloody arm, showing Tyler. “Look at what
you are giving me buddy. Inside and out, your body is mine.” Tyler’s dick is still hard, amazingly to him,
and the brutal top shoves his arm into Tyler again and begins to jack him off with the other hand. “Oh
fuck Mister, tear me up inside. My hole is yours, my guts are yours!” He groans as the arm probes deep
into his guts. Finally with a scream he comes, shooting huge ropes of cum as his killer’s arm is buried in
him up to the shoulder. The top pulls out, mounts Tyler’s face and fucks till Tyler passes out before
blowing his load down the younger man’s throat. Tyler comes to, and the two men just stare at each
other. The older knowing how hot it will be to finish Tyler off, the younger wondering what is in store
and how it will feel. In ten minutes, the top’s dick begins to swell again, and he shoots them both up a
second time, so they are flying high. “You want to die buddy?” he asks the younger man. Tyler is
breathing hard, his body wracked with both intense physical damage and sexual desire, as well as
warped by the drugs. “I don’t know Mister. I’m not as scared as I was. This is so fucking intense, but still
exciting, you’re still exciting. And that speed feels so good.”
“Let me show you something buddy,” the Topman says getting his Wyoming knife out of the cabinet.
Tyler knows immediately what it is for and how it is used and draws a sharp breath. “Yeah buddy, it’s my
gutting knife. Sharp as a razor, gonna feel real nice when I push that curved edge into your belly. Your
gonna love it when I get that second blade in and zip you open like a jacket. What do you think buddy?
Most of the guys I’ve killed cry when they see this.”
“Mister I’m terrified, and I’m lost. Keep me high please, and I’m willing and ready. I have regrets, but
they’re kinda minor. The taste of your piss and scum in my mouth is more immediate right now. What I
need more than anything else is for you to kiss me. And then I have a confession, I’ve never told to
anyone.” The older man kisses Tyler tenderly, than strongly, pushing his tongue as deep into Tyler’s
mouth as he can. He traces the line the knife will take with his finger on Tyler’s belly and the younger
man moans, knowing what the finger indicates. His tongue caresses the top’s tongue. And he sighs. He’s
ok with this. He’s being killed slowly and lovingly by a hugely attractive older serial killer, and it is now
OK with him. “Would you rather I was terrified, fighting you off and horrified by what was being done to
me?” he says. “It’s like you and I were fated to meet and share something incredibly bizarre and beyond
understanding to most people.”
“Like I said before, there was one guy who was into it in the past. He was not like you, but damn he was
fun. You are a huge turn on. But the biggest turn on will be you dying for me. What is your confession?”
“I have had, for many years strong castration fantasies. Giving my balls to a top. Having them mutilated
and cut off. Always thought that was really sick. But now, they’re yours. I want you to castrate me.”
“That was next on the menu buddy, so glad to oblige. They will live for years in a bottle of formalin.”
The killer brings out two long thick skewers and a bottle of poppers, and they both take hits. He takes a
thin leather strap and ties off Tyler’s balls as tightly as possible, which gets him moaning again. Another
hit and he pushes one of the skewers through both of Tyler’s balls, causing an eruption of precum and
howls of what does not seem to be entirely pain. Tyler’s eyes are wild, and his breathing is rapid and
hard, but the two are watching each other’s faces, the killer smiling broadly “Yeah buddy, that’s nice,
good job, want another one?” Tyler can hardly speak but nods. “Say it.” Says the top, gently, and then a
second time with more force. “Please Mister, another one. My balls are yours!” “Good little snuff boy”.
And hearing those words excites Tyler much to his surprise, “Oh fuck yeah Mister, I’m your snuff boy!
You have made me your snuffboy!!”
“Take a big hit of the poppers, snuff boy, Mister is gonna take those balls sac and all.” They hit the
poppers and Tyler winces and groans as a second skewer tears through his nuts. Then with no
hesitation, the killer brings out the big knife and brings it up under Tyler’s scrotum. Tyler is briefly
scared, but the feel of the blade still turns him on and he wants this so bad. “Say it! Demands the top, I
know you want this buddy. My hot snuff boy wants to give me his balls! Wants to be my steer when he
is killed!” And Tyler does, he wants that so bad now, both to be a man’s steer and to be killed. “Oh God,
PLEASE, cut my balls off Mister” he whispers. And watches as if in a trance as it happens, hearing his
own scream, feeling his manhood cut free… When the top holds Tyler’s scrotum high in the air Tyler
spontaneously erupts in orgasm. Screaming and crying. With little hesitation he accepts another shot of
speed and a shot of caverject in his dick to keep him hard. The knife is incredibly sharp so when the killer
now cuts both Tyler’s nipples off it is easily tolerated, and he is surprised at how excited he is to watch it
being done to him, almost a pleasure to see the severed nipples with fishhooks in the palm of the older
man’s hand. And finally, it hits him. He wants this final play more than he could have imagined wants it
NOW and expects the pain to be worth the accompanying excitement, surrender and pleasure. They rest
briefly, the older man caressing the man he is so eager to kill, the younger man amazed by what he has
been through and his undiminished desire to satisfy his killer as his killer has transformed him.
As if reading his mind, the older man says “Say it!”
Without hesitation Tyler says “Kill me Mister. Gut me and kill me. PLEASE”
“Fucking yeah snuffboy!” The top kisses him hard, spits in his open mouth and kisses him again, Tyler
sucking wildly on the older man’s tongue, his body roaring with pain, pleasure, fear, lust and more.
“Give me that body snuffboy. Tell me again what you want!”
“I’m yours Mister, butcher me, kill me!” Both their dicks are hard again now, and the older killer gets the
knife he has earlier shown Tyler.
“Kiss it snuffboy” says the older man, and Tyler does, feeling as if he might cum again at any second.
“Oh FUCK!” says Tyler. “Do it Mister, gut me!”
They again take big popper hits then the top pushes the first blade in just above the pubes as he kisses
Tyler hard on the lips then whispers in his ear “Take it snuff boy, tell me how it feels.Tell me what you
need.”. They stare into each others eyes, Tylers tearing up as the blade punctures the membrane
protecting his abdominal cavity. “Shit Mister, it hurts like hell, it feels so fucking good, I don’t want to
die, but please, don’t stop! Gut me man!! Kill me Mister. I need you to kill me!” The Top feels it yield and
smiles. “YEAH…” he says, “so fucking hot to kill you snuffboy, to know you need it.” He pulls the blade
out and reverses it, and Tyler arches his back with the same urgency to feel himself butchered as he
would to pull a top’s dick into his waiting ass. He exhales hard, and the pain is intense, but the urgency is
more intense, and he cries out as the blade opens him from groin to sternum in a matter of seconds.
“Oh FUCK! It hurts so bad, do it Mister, I need this so bad! Butcher me, please!” Quickly the top reaches
into him as Tyler watches and cuts the entrails at both ends tearing them out and throwing them into
the bucket. Tyler can hardly speak. He feels the hands of his killer inside his body, watches as his killer
pisses into him than quickly blows a huge load of semen into him. His killer begins to jack Tyler off and
says “Come for me, show me how much you needed this, snuffboy.”. And suddenly he feels an
enormous orgasm exploding through his body. “OH!! FUCK THANK YOU MISTER” he screams. All the
pain suddenly transmuted into an unimaginable kind of pain-pleasure. Stream after stream of Tyler’s
last sperm shoots high into the air as the two men look deep into each other’s eyes. “Kill me mister!
Finish me quick!” Tyler cries as he senses his orgasm is at its peak “Please mister, kill me! Kill me now!”
The older man quickly punctures Tyler’s jugular as he kisses him and watches as the life leaves his
snuffboy’s eyes while a fountain of blood erupts from his throat. Tyler barely has time to experience
anything but orgasmic pleasure, the last kiss, the roaring in his ears and the amazing look on the face of
his killer as everything goes black.
The older man decapitates the corpse and fucks the head, then fucks the body, experiencing huge
orgasms each time though knowing nothing comes close to the orgasms Tyler was granted from his
meeting with his killer. He pulls out a sleeping bag and air mattress he keeps in the abandoned cabin. He
will fuck the body again in the morning before burying it out in the woods, and burning all of Tyler’s
things. He will not forget this one for a while (and wishes they could all be so good). But will be out on
the hunt in a week or so for another handsome solo hiker.

Nick finished his workouts at the gym. It was already 10:00 pm on a Saturday night and the Manager yelled out he was closing up in a half hour. Nick hit the shower and got dressed. He posed in front of the mirror and admired himself all dressed in black. A tight t-shirt, black jeans and black leather boots. He clinched his strong hands. Thoughts raced through his mind. These hands were going to strangle someone tonight he thought. His cock swelled in his jeans at the thought. He needed the sex tonight and he needed to kill. He was pumped and ready. The manager started shutting down the lights. Nick grabbed his bag and left. He climbed into his truck and thought about hooking up with a victim. He knew of a gay bar about 15 miles away and decided he would find someone there. He would get a Motel Room later.

The parking lot was full. He knew it would be great pickings inside. Nick entered the bar. The place was packed with young studs. The music was loud and the dance floor filled. About half the guys were shirtless strutting their stuff. Nick found a spot at the bar and ordered a whiskey. He took in the room. He eyed a few shirtless young guys that would make perfect victims.

Ben cruised the bar looking for a one night stand. He was 22, slim but muscular. He came here often and usually lucked out with getting a man back to his place for sex. His friends often warned him of the dangers of bringing strange men home. He shrugged it off and would tell them he could handle himself.

Nick spotted Ben. He knew he would be the one. Ben ordered a drink and sat at the bar to sip it down. He spotted Nick across the bar. “Whoa” he muttered to himself. Nick made eye contact and motioned for Ben to come over. Ben grabbed his drink and approached Nick. Ben could feel his cock getting hard as he took in Nick’s sight. Nick liked what he saw. He offered Ben a drink. Ben accepted and the two began to converse.

Ben looked at the time. It was now close to 1:00 am. He told Nick he had a small place not too far and asked him if he wanted to head there for a nightcap. Nick obliged. He asked if he lived alone. Ben nodded yes. Perfect thought Nick. The two would be alone. The two headed out. Nick placed his strong arm on Ben’s shoulders and led him to his truck. As he usually told his victims he told Ben the same, he would bring him back for his car in the morning. He knew Ben would never see the light of day.

Ben showed Nick to his place. Ben opened the door to his apartment. He gave a quick tour. Ben had a one bedroom apartment. Ben offered a seat on the sofa. Nick sat down as Ben headed to the kitchen to grab some drinks. Nick’s eyes followed Ben. He stared at his tight ass. His cock hardened as he thought of fucking that tight ass. He looked into the bedroom. His eyes stared at the bed. He wanted Ben in there naked, fucked and strangled. He rose from the couch and removed his shirt. Ben walked back in and nearly dropped the drinks at the sight of Nick’s muscular chest. His hairy chest was ripped. Ben stared at his huge nips peeking out from the fur. His chest hair ran down his washboard stomach to a perfect treasure trail. His biceps were as muscular as his pecs.

Ben handed him his drink. “Like what you see?” asked Nick. Ben just nodded. His cock was rock hard inside his jeans. Nick took the glass from Ben and placed it down. “Go ahead, feel them” said Nick. Ben’s hands worked his way around Nick’s chest. He placed his lips on Nick’s nipple and gently sucked. He kissed his chest and worked his way to his other nipple and down his stomach. He began to unbuckle his belt and nuzzled his face in Nick’s crotch. He felt Nick’s stiff cock beneath his jeans. He wanted it so bad. Nick lifted him up face to face and kissed him. He whispered in his ear suggesting they go to the bedroom. Nick guided Ben into the bedroom and closed the door behind them. Ben’s fate was sealed. He wasn’t getting out of that room alive.

The two embraced, kissing each other passionately. Nick squeezed Ben’s cock with his strong hands as Ben ran his hands through Nick’s fur. Ben could feel his pre cum leaking. Nick the same. A wet spot had formed on Nick’s jeans. Nick lifted Ben’s shirt up and took it off. Ben’s smooth chest glistened with sweat. Nick licked the beads of sweat off and lay Ben on the bed. He removed his shoes and socks. He undid his jeans and pulled them off tossing them to the floor. Ben lay naked. Nick stood at the edge of the bed. as he kicked his boots off. Ben sat up and undid Nick’s jeans. Nick’s cock sprung out slapping pre cum on Ben’s cheek. He climbed out of his jeans and stood naked before Ben. His cock was rock hard and stood straight up. Pre cum leaked out his slit and ran down his veined shaft. Ben took hold of Nick’s cock and placed his mouth over it. He sucked gently tasting the sweet cum. Nick moaned in pleasure, “Take it boy, suck it”.

Nick lifted Ben and guided him on the bed. Ben got on all fours. Nick got behind him and slapped his hard cock between Ben’s cheeks. Ben raised his ass higher so Nick could enter. He felt Nick’s cock slip in and out. Ben’s cock ached and dripped pre cum. Nick began to fuck Ben doggy style. He pulled him up against his chest and fucked in and out. Ben took it in. He felt the sweat from Nick’s hairy chest against his back. Nick placed his hand on Ben’s erect cock and stroked it firm but gentle arousing Ben even more.

Nick pulled out and lay Ben on his back. He hovered over him. “I’m going to do you good baby, real good” said Nick.

Ben’s arms embraced Nick’s shoulders and pulled him on top of him as he spread his legs for Nick. Nick entered his hole and started to thrust Ben’s ass. Ben wrapped his legs around Nick’s thighs. He moved his body in rhythm with Nick’s thrusts. The two were embraced chest to chest as Nick kissed Ben on his lips and neck and fucked him hard.

Nick raised himself from Ben’s chest. He placed his hands on Ben’s shoulders. His cock pounding Ben’s ass. Ben wanted to cum but held back. He could feel the orgasm inside him wanting to explode. Nick fucked harder as he stared down at Ben. Ben ran his hands across Nick’s chest. He felt the damp fur. Nick’s sweat dropping beads off his forehead and chest onto Ben’s bare skin.

Nick was ready to spew his load into Ben. He moved his hands around Ben’s throat. Ben did not take notice. He was ready to cum himself. Nick gripped tighter. His thumbs pressing Ben’s throat. Ben felt the grip. He looked up at Nick perplexed. Nick began to squeeze harder. Ben felt the constriction and began to squirm. He tried to pull Nick’s hands from his neck. Nick gripped harder. Ben now realized he was in danger. He looked up with pleading eyes. Nick looked back down at him. His face was stoic, his eyes looked deadly as he stared down at Ben and squeezed tighter. Ben’s head began to hurt. He tried to gasp for air. His legs began to kick out, heels digging into the mattress.

Ben thrashed beneath Nick. He tried to push him off pressing his hands against Nick’s chest. His body bucked beneath Nick. He tried to pry Nick’s hands from his throat. He pressed again at Nick’s chest. It was useless. Nick had him pinned under him and was too strong for Ben. Ben bucked and thrashed, legs kicking wildly. Nick got harder from the thrashing beneath. He thrust harder. His cock buried deep inside Ben. He was ready to explode. He squeezed one last time. Ben’s eyes bulged out, his body convulsed. Nick’s hands tightened around his throat with a final squeeze. Ben’s body shuddered as Nick unleashed his hot semen into Ben’s ass. He screamed out as his orgasm erupted. Ben’s cock shot it’s load. His cum cascaded up Nick’s bare chest, the white jism clinging a bit to his fur and slowly worked it’s way down his stomach. Ben’s body arched and went still, his hands slid down Nick’s chest and fell to the side of his head. His body relaxed and fell to the mattress. Ben was dead. Nick collapsed on Ben’s body as he drained the remaining cum from his cock. He removed his hands from Ben’s neck and pulled out. He lay for a bit and felt Ben’s warm cum between their chests. Nick felt good. He achieved full orgasm and satisfaction.

Nick rose from the bed and dressed back into his jeans. He slipped his boots back on and stood by the bed looking down at Ben. Ben’s naked body lay across the bed. The last of his death cum dripped from his semi-erect cock. His eyes stared up blankly at the ceiling. His head contorted and hand prints on his neck. “Thanks for the fuck” Nick whispered as he gave him a final kiss on his forehead.

Nick looked around for his shirt. He remembered he left it in the living room. Nick opened the bedroom door and looked at Ben’s body one last time. He noticed Ben’s cock spasm one last time spurting a bit of death cum. He looked for his shirt but could not find it. He didn’t realize it had fallen behind the couch. Nick thought fuck it and left the apartment

He climbed into his truck. He rubbed his chest and felt Ben’s dried cum matted in his fur. Nick started the truck and glanced at the time. It was 2:30 am. He would be home by 3:15.