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By Gay Slavemeat
I imagine an awesome world run by sadistic Alpha males, where there is a positive, stable social order for them and for the citizens they rule. A select group, the Alpha Male Aristocracy, achieve total dominance, with a large class of worthy but less dominant citizens who live productive, fulfilling lives under the benevolent but firm rule of the Alpha class. To support both groups, there would be a vast, disposable slave class. We would be naked sub-human animals assigned dangerous and degrading tasks to support the needs and desires (especially sexual desires) of the Alphas and the regular citizens who own us. Our bodies would be tortured, used sexually, and brutally destroyed at their whims while they laugh at our pathetic (but deserved) fate. There would be zero limits on what is done to us or what we are required to do. Exciting fatal gladiatorial contests among us would provide entertainment and release tensions that otherwise might lead to conflict among citizens. Medicine would advance rapidly, and new drugs would be quickly developed with us as experimental lab animals that are plentiful and totally disposable. For example, new drugs would enable intense, satisfying orgasms as often as desired, complete with impressive loads of thick cum. We would seek and express appreciation for pain and punishment, especially when it is time for us to be killed. We would replace methane-emitting cattle as the prime source of meat, reducing global warming and giving citizens a fulfilling sense of power as they butcher and eat our live slave flesh, enjoying our expressions of appreciation for the honor of being part of their meal. Our pathetic lives would comprise only pain and humiliation and would mean nothing.
There would be two sources of slaves. The vast majority would be cloned, their DNA altered to make them docile and anxious to serve, and to cause their orgasms to be events of great pain, not pleasure. But there would also be a group of willing slaves, who are not cloned or predetermined, but who recognize that slavery and the pain and humiliation that comprise it are what we desire and deserve. We would be born into regular families, even Alpha class families, but as we grow up we recognize our purpose, our highest and best use and greatest source of personal and sexual fulfillment, is to serve an Alpha as property. While we become subhuman objects like any other slave, our willingness to serve, suffer, and die for his pleasure generates a mutual satisfaction and relationship beyond just that of owner and property. We would be the ultimate, voluntary, submissive – property by choice.
Like many of my stories, this one takes place in that glorious utopia. It is a “cum-ing” of age story that explores owner/slave relationships. Sadly, it’s all fantasy, including names of characters.
I appreciate any feedback, good or bad. And let me know if there is a story you’d like told where guys get tortured and snuffed.
Grant was awakened as usual by a jolt of electricity administered through a chip implanted in his balls. But he was already mostly awake, having been too excited to sleep much the night before. The dungeon was still dark, and the stench of piss and sweat was intense as always. Grant couldn’t move much in his cage, but he could hear one of the handlers approaching, confirming that Grant’s big day was about to start.
“Get out, shit slave,” commanded the handler, as he opened the door to the cage so Grant could crawl out. As Grant did so the handler kicked Grant in the balls with his steel-tipped boots, and then kicked him in the belly when Grant rolled over in response to the first blow. It was how his days always started since he arrived at the training center, and it caused his cock to get erect as he thought of how much pain and humiliation he would receive and how much he desired and deserved it.
The handler placed a dish of slave-food in front of Grant, but Grant knew he was not to approach it until instructed. The food was extremely healthy, designed to keep slaves lean and fit. But it was also disgusting, containing intestines and other entrails unfit for consumption by actual humans. The handler unzipped his fly and let loose a large gusher of piss to “flavor” the gross concoction. Once that was suitably drenched the rest of the piss was aimed down Grant’s throat, where it was gratefully consumed. The handler watched and laughed as Grant consumed his daily nourishment doggie style, also lapping up the pool of piss in the dish. He ate quickly, as he knew he only had permission to eat while the handler administered 50 lashes to Grant’s back and ass. The gruel wasn’t enough to satisfy Grant’s hunger but it was enough to supply his physical requirement for food. And he would get lots more liquids – cum, spit, and piss – as the day proceeded. Being hungry at all times was part of the training.
Grant was naked, of course. The handler enjoyed the sight of the wonderfully sexy body as he attached a collar with a leash, which he used to guide Grant to a nearby toilet where Grant was permitted to piss and shit, again knowing this would be his only opportunity for the day. The daily routine continued with the handler permitting Grant to soap his body, after which the handler hosed him down with an intense blast of ice-cold water. Dripping wet and shivering form the cold water and air, but now ready for the day, Grant was next led into a large, well-lit room that was elegantly appointed with a combination of comfortable furniture and a large variety of torture equipment. There were several dozen Alphas milling about, dressed in elegant tuxedos, and enjoying an exquisite breakfast served by gorgeous naked male slaves. The handler removed the leash form Grant and instructed him to stand. The handler then used a marker to draw the number “15” on Grant’s back in large numerals, and onto his upper left chest in small numerals. Grant knew he was to respond to that number throughout the day. No one would care what his name had been. His cock hardened even more as he saw the powerful Alphas and considered the day ahead of him.
Grant had been in the training center for six months, and he had performed well. Most of the time was spent conditioning him to remove any lingering sense of self-worth and training him on how best to serve Alpha males, especially sexually. He had chosen to be there, but now understood more deeply how correct that choice had been. He was now certain that his only purpose was serving an Alpha male, and offering his master/owner Grant’s full loyalty, obedience, affection, and even love. It would not matter if any of that was returned, and of course the Alpha would use Grant as he wished, administering tortures, humiliation, and a painful but hopefully entertaining death. Grant would then become meat to be consumed, a status often begun while the slave was still alive. The extent to which the Alpha gained pleasure from using and consuming Grant was the sole measure of Grant’s otherwise worthless existence.
In addition to the psychological conditioning, Grant experienced an extensive variety of tortures, the handlers taking notes on which ones seemed to be most painful and degrading to Grant, and how Grant reacted to each type sexually. This information would enable the Alpha who purchased Grant to maximize Grant’s suffering at all levels. Since Grant was already an extreme masochist, maximizing Grant’s pain and humiliation, would maximize his sexual response. That made him far more entertaining for the Alpha. Of course, none of these torture sessions would cause any scaring or permanent injury. That would come later once the Alpha took possession of his new property. The center was expert at administering massive pain without harming the value of the merchandise.
Another major part of Grant’s day was physical exercise, to make sure Grant was in peak condition. This included long days working in agricultural fields with herds of other slaves. Grant was in a separate category, far more valuable, because he had chosen to become a slave. But a major aspect of his training was understanding that he was otherwise no different than the slaves produced in massive cloning tanks. They were produced as slaves, knew nothing else, and were conditioned to accept their fate. Being part of the herd, his naked body conditioned by the intense physical labor and perfectly tanned by exposure to the sun, was an important part of his conditioning. He and all the herd were just property, subhuman animals kept alive for a time to provide service – whatever service its owner desired and commanded. Months of intense hard labor among other worthless slaves ensured that understanding and Grant totally embraced it as he dutifully stood among the wealthy Alphas assembled to bid on the “submissive” slaves being put up for auction – the slaves who had chosen to be there. It would be an expensive purchase as such slaves were not common, but Grant understood that these Alphas likely had no constraints on what they could afford. They were Alphas, and that’s what they deserved. Grant was a slave, and this was what he deserved. Both groups were aware and highly satisfied with their status.
It was not long before an Alpha signaled for Grant to approach him so that he could inspect the young slave. Grant did so immediately, standing respectfully with his hands by his side and his head bowed. The Alpha felt Grant’s smooth skin and fingered his ass to see how firm and tight it was. He measured the cock and squeezed the balls to get a good understanding of their size. He then lifted the chin, telling Grant to open his mouth, and inspected the teeth. The Alpha took a set of brass knuckles from his pocket and administered a solid blow to the gut, causing Grant to bend over with the pain. But Grant immediately returned to his original stance and position, thanking the Alpha for the blow.
“Not a bad specimen,” commented the Alpha, Nathan, to Kurt, one of his buddies who was also interested in Grant and watching the inspection. He then entered the number 15 into the auction app on his phone, and a readout from the chip inserted in Grant’s body confirmed that all vital signs were excellent.
“Indeed. I was thinking of bidding on this one myself. I hope we don’t bid against each other so that it becomes too expensive,” laughed Kurt. “I am awfully familiar with this one and I can tell you it’s an incredibly fun piece of meat to fuck. I did so a lot when it was still human.”
As Grant heard the voice, he realized that the second Alpha did indeed know him well. Before Grant realized his calling was to be a voluntary, submissive slave, he had been Kurt’s classmate in school. Kurt had dominated and fucked Grant many times and was one of the cruelest Alphas Grant had known. Grant’s sexual arousal from that was a significant aspect of his ultimate self-awareness.
“I remember talking to its dad about its decision to become a submissive. It had been a gradual realization, but the dad encouraged it. After all, these slaves can fetch a great price and its dad was short on funds. He’s a great guy and encouraged me to attend today and help drive up the bidding. If I wind up owning it, that would be fine by me. I doubt I’d keep it alive long given how much I know I’d enjoy the kill.”
“Well, to my taste it’s the most attractive one in the lot being auctioned today. It’s got a great build, nice and trim but with good muscle tone. I always like how slaves look once the vets have removed all the body hear on the torso, limbs, and crotch, and treat the skin so it doesn’t grow back. That makes the skin wonderfully smooth. Since the money’s going to a good guy, I think I’ll see if I can buy it. I’ve certainly got lots of money, and I think I can outbid you. Of course, there’s always the risk of one of the Fletcher clan making a preemptive bid. I’m not in their league and I think one of their buyers is here today.”
“Yeah,” responded Kurt. “Me neither. And in any event, we sure don’t want to piss them off.”
There was no acknowledgement by Kurt to Grant, and of course Grant kept his head bowed as was appropriate. But he was pleased to hear that his sale would benefit his dad so much. The family’s financial needs were among the reasons he had begun to view his best use as a submissive slave instead of as a regular citizen. And as he had become sexually active, he had realized his arousal was triggered by being dominated, in part from his experiences at school with Kurt and his buddies. Grant knew being snuffed by Kurt would be an exceptionally painful and humiliating death, and that Kurt would indeed enjoy it a lot. That turned him on even more. And Grant remembered how relived his dad had been when told of Grant’s decision, Grant was pleased how well things were working out and his cock got just a bit harder.
The balance of the morning was spent with demonstrations for the Alphas who had arrived to bid on the lot of 15 submissive slaves being auctioned off. The Alpha bidders removed their own clothing so they could enjoy the candidates and test how they responded sexually when tortured and fucked. It soon became a terrific S&M orgy, with each masochistic submissive as aroused as their sadistic future owners. Both Nathan and Kurt fucked Grant, and then, being sexual buddies as well, decided to join in double-fucking his ass. The treatments the vets provided to the slaves kept the assholes tight, so double-dicking and large dildos did not cause damage that might reduce the market value of the live meat.
By the time all the Alphas had finished their “inspections,” it was time for lunch, and the Alphas went into a nearby dining room where another fantastic meal was served. It featured live slaves who were butchered table-side as the Alphas chose the cuts they wanted. Some chose to eat the meat as “slave-tar-tar” and others had the chef cook it to their specifications on a portable Hibachi. Side dishes and exceptional red wines completed the meal. Watching the butchering and enjoying the screams as the slaves felt their bodies being cut and their flesh being removed provided the entertainment. Large screen monitors made it easy for all the Alphas to enjoy the show and there was much laughter as the slaves were cut open.
After lunch was the auction. The slaves were hung upside down on display as is done with meat in a butcher shop. They were, after all, just meat that was still alive and they were auctioned as such.
One by one, in order, the auctioneer directed a handler to activate a track that carried the meat to the center of a stage next to the auctioneer. Rather than a price on the slave itself, the bids were made on a per-pound basis, with a screen above the auctioneer displaying the resulting cost by multiplying the bid by the slave’s weight. The goal was to dehumanize the property being auctioned, and it was quite successful. NO one, least of all the slaves, remembered that these had once been humans.
The Alphas all had bid cards with their names on them (numbers were for slaves), and the bidding was fierce and competitive, lubricated by many glasses of wine and reflecting the fact the herd being auctioned was of particularly good quality. Grant was indeed the most valuable and was auctioned off last. As he hung on display he heard the auctioneer reminding the bidders of his vitals: height, weight, bodyfat percentage, cock size when erect, average fluid ounces of sperm produced when masturbated, and so forth. The auctioneer also pointed out that for his weight Grant would provide an above average amount of choice meat when butchered since his bone structure was somewhat slight. This also meant his bones were easier to break, which could add to the fun. It was all in the bid book, but having it announced helped the emphasis on Grant as property – as meat. The auctioneer also pointed out key features, such as how tight Cant’s nipples got when aroused (which he was) and how sexually attractive Grant was when he masturbated. (For that the auctioneer jerked him off, getting a nice load of cum that dribbled down the belly and chest.) Grant had no problem achieving orgasm as the whole process was a total turn-on for him. This is the status he’d dreamed of, and now it was all coming true.
Nathan and Kurt were sitting next to each other, and they had started the bidding. It quickly intensified and the bids were soon higher than what the other slaves had sold for. The Alphas were willing and able to pay top dollar for top quality. But then everything changed. A bidder in front held up his card, which read “Fletcher.” At that point, the bidding stopped and without seeking any other bids the auctioneer halted the process and declared that auction item #15 was sold. No one objected, as the Alphas were realistic. It would not be wise to bid against the household of George Fletcher. Grant’s
graduation ceremony was over. He was now the property of the Supreme Leader of the Alpha Council, astonished at the honor of being allowed to serve the most powerful Alpha in the world.
It was one am Saturday morning when Kyle entered his older brother’s bedroom. He closed and locked the door behind him and then quietly pulled the covers off the bed. Kyle looked at his naked sibling, sleeping next to the sex toy selected for that night, a beautiful male slave named Chris who turned Kyle on sexually. Chris was one of the issues Kyle planned to settle, since the slave had the smooth twink body type and extreme masochist personality Kyle most enjoyed. Chris belonged to a specially prepared category of slaves who were carefully cloned for their sex appeal, spending their first years after emerging from the cloning tanks as agricultural workers whose bodies became exceptionally fit and perfectly tanned working naked in the fields. They were the equivalent of age 17 and the work was profitable for their owners while the slaves learned to serve masters and achieved sexual prime. Every day they worked 13 hours in the fields developing their smooth muscles, plus two hours of indoctrination on their role and duties as a slave. They came to understand they were sub-human and deserving of the humiliation, tortures, and death that awaited them. They were naturally gay and trained to serve other males sexually, duties added to their daily chores. They were taught to endure sexually oriented pain and humiliation, to welcome it and be grateful that they could provide these services. In due course they began to look forward to being tortured and snuffed – perfectly conditioned and trained masochists. But the slaves in Chris’ DNA category were especially smooth and eager. They still had virgin assholes so the Alpha Males who bought then to use and destroy could be the first to rape them. Chris was a particularly attractive specimen of this group, a slim twink with gorgeous smooth skin devoid of body har. He was an example of Kyle’s favorites for his own fun.
His brother, Everett, preferred more muscular, hairy macho types for his sex play, who would pretend to resist and thereby give Everett a sense of power from overwhelming and viciously killing them. Everett had a hairy, linebacker’s build and liked slaves with similar appearances, in contrast to Kyle’s preferences, which reflected his own smooth, hairless swimmer’s build. Everett had asserted his status as the elder son to pick Chris from among the day’s crop of sex slaves delivered for the family’s use – and he did it just to piss Kyle off. Kyle doubted he had done anything beyond fucking the slave, who appeared to be unharmed and was also asleep, his naked body getting Kyle even more turned on and angry. As Kyle stared at Chris the thought of the torture and snuff scene that might have been massively turned on Kyle. He wanted to hear Chris beg to be tortured and raped, thanking Kyle as he did so. Chris was wasted on Everett.
Kyle gently moved his brother’s wrists so Kyle could attach a set of handcuffs, then his feet for a set of ankle restraints. Kyle awakened his target by lashing his back with a whip. Everett looked up, totally startled and confused.
“Hey, bro, sorry to disturb you. But I wanted to fuck and snuff Chris and to talk to you about this succession thing – you know, this bit about you getting officially appointed next week as heir apparent and a member of the Alpha Council Is this a convenient time to chat?”
Everett was now wide awake and angry. “What the fuck’s going on asshole? It’s the middle of the fucking night. And what the fuck have you done. Release me at once or I’ll have you skinned alive.”
“Well, bro, that’s sort of the point. Once you’re on the Council you actually could do that. Dad’s Supreme Leader and he holds total power over everyone, but Council members have the authority to inflict any punishment they want on anyone except the Supreme Leader or other Council members, whether Alpha male or not and for any reason or none at all. And that scene doesn’t work for me. So, I came up with a better idea. How about if I just fuck you to death and become the anointed successor instead since I’m next in line? And then I could torture your slave Chris here, who should have been my slave Chris. He’s my type, not yours. It was my lust to destroy his ass and the fact you pulled rank on me again that gave me the idea to do this tonight. Since you’re my beloved older brother I’ll make your death reasonably quick, although you will get to suffer some of what you deserve. But the torture will be mostly because I hate your guts even more than you hate mine. Then Chris is going to endure a long and very painful snuff session as part of my reward. After all, that’s what that piece of slave shit wants and deserves and it doesn’t look like you did much of anything, except maybe deprive me of the pleasure of being the first to butt-fuck him. How does that plan sound to you as an alternative to you being able to have me skinned alive?”
Everett had a serious hangover and was slow on the uptake even at his best. “Are you fucking crazy? That is not permitted. I’m the older brother and the heir. The punishment for assassinating a member of the Council is extreme. Dad would never let you get away with this. Let me go. NOW.”
“I don’t think you’ve thought this through very well, bro, which isn’t surprising since you’re an idiot as well as an ass. So let me help. To start with, the heir is the oldest living son. You’re about to be disqualified on the grounds of being dead. And it’s not technically an assassination of a member of the Alpha Council until you’re designated as heir and officially become a member, which further explains my timing.” As Kyle spoke, the pleasure of the scene got him excited, and he got an erection. It was an obvious one since he was also naked and it was rock hard, pointing straight up. Kyle raised the whip he brought with him and began flogging Everett. He wanted to soften up his brother and to inflict maximum pain and humiliation, so the blows were intense and rapid. The whipping would make sure Everett would not be able to resist much when Kyle started fucking him. Everett was not able to block the blows and Kyle further intensified the flogging while he continued to explain things. Everett had rolled over onto his back, and after about two dozen blows to the chest and belly Kyle turned Everett over so he could attack the back and ass. “First, I’ve always wanted to whip and butt-fuck you since you did it to me before I got to be stronger than you are. You’re a lot bigger – fat mostly – so you don’t have much sex appeal to me, but I have consistently proven I can take you in a fight, as you no doubt recall from when you tried to beat me up last weekend but I beat the shit out of you instead. Some of your bruises still haven’t healed, I see. That was a lot of fun and I think I can sustain my hard-on long enough to send a load of cum up your ugly hairy ass. Being an Alpha I’ll still be able to enjoy Chris and have a few orgasms fucking him while I vivisect his awesome body. So three’s a revenge aspect beyond you taking Chris for your entertainment. Second, you are amazingly stupid – you left your door unlocked and almost invited me in. I didn’t even have to use the copy of your key I made after borrowing yours while you were too drunk to notice. Don’t get your hopes up, however. I stationed my slave buddy Cory at the door as a guard. We’ve had some great sex thinking about how this is going to play out, followed by me practicing my whipping skills on Cory. I didn’t do any damage to him, of course, like I’m doing to you. I have other plans for him, in due course and I’ll probably miss him after I snuff him. You, however, won’t be rescued or missed by anyone. And the whip is already causing your skin to bleed nicely. I’m guessing that hurts a lot, or at least I hope so. If not, let me know and I’ll try harder.”
Everett was still trying to recover his senses after a night of drinking far too much, and figured the alcohol was why he’d forgotten to lock the door. That was a normal precaution for Alpha males of their high status since assassinations were fairly common and, if successful, socially acceptable as a way to advance. As he tried to think of ways out of his predicament, he threatened Kyle with retribution from Everett’s friends and staff.
“You don’t have any friends, and I’ll deal with your staff immediately so no one will be alive to avenge you, although I don’t think your staff likes you either. Everyone thinks you’re an incompetent stupid jerk, which you are. And third and most important, dad likes decisive action. You spend too much time waffling and not enough time acting. I don’t think you’re even a proper Alpha male, and you certainly never think about what’s best for all of the Alpha Aristocracy, just focusing on yourself. Dad and the Council have to rule and protect the whole system and its members have great responsibilities. Our whole system is built on merit with everyone using their skills to keep making the system better. Fuck, you’re drunk so much you hardly think at all. I’ll be a much better ruler, and dad knows that. He won’t object. In fact, I think he’ll be relieved to know his successor is competent to rule when he retires.” Kyle was now enjoying himself immensely. Everett’s back was now a mass of welts. He rolled Everett over again and targeted the blows to include his genitals. He could tell Everett was weakening. He would not get any effective resistance once he started the real fun. Everett kept protesting but was now in obvious pain and soon started begging. That made Kyle even more aroused and he intensified his attack, drawing a fair amount of blood from the welts now appearing on the chest and belly, and scoring a serious cut into Everett’s cock. As his own eager cock dripped pre-cum Kyle also noticed how aroused Chris was as he awakened and obediently watched the show. Kyle aimed a few lashes his way and assured Chris this was nothing compared to what he was going to do to Chris once Everett was dead. That made the masochist slave even more aroused and grateful. He knew his highest and best use was to be viciously tortured to death and Kyle was clearly going to immensely enjoy doing that. Chris desperately wanted to perform the duties he was bred and trained to perform. His hard, dripping cock showed how much he yearned to receive the pain he deserved.
Kyle next addressed Chris. “Don’t worry. I have intense plans for you, and you’re going to die a pretty horrible death for my pleasure. The only pity’s that bozo here got the fun of being the first to plug your hole, but we’ll just have to live with that, or in your case die with it. I’m going to have Cory help me and he and I will at least be the first to have two dicks up your ass.”
“Please, sir,” responded Chris eagerly. “Master Everett didn’t butt-fuck me. He was too drunk and couldn’t get it up. He said he’d deal with me in the morning. So that pleasure will be for you, and I hope you enjoy raping me as well as torturing and killing me however you feel like doing it. You can count on my cooperation and appreciation.”
Kyle was delighted; Everett was humiliated. “What a pathetic fuck,” Kyle taunted his sibling. “You’re too fat, drunk, and impotent to even fuck a slave. I was being too lenient on you. You should be tortured more than just this whipping.”
Kyle was in no hurry and after a little consideration added other torments. He had a lot to choose from since Everett’s room contained a wide variety of S&M toys, and Kyle spent an enjoyable hour or so as enjoying using a cattle prod on full strength to the balls and nipples. It was fun to watch the scars and burn marks appear on his brother’s skin, and to listen as the threats turned into pleas for mercy and the pleas turned into screams of pain. Everett offered to go into exile, which caused Kyle to burst out laughing. But in due course it was time for part two, and Kyle released Everett from the restraints and positioned him on his back with his legs in the air so Kyle cold see the pain and fear as he rammed his cock up Everett’s ass. This was turning out to be even more fun than Kyle had anticipated, especially as Everett begged him not to rape his virgin ass. Kyle hadn’t realized his brother hadn’t had anal sex before – on the receiving end – and was thrilled to be the first to do so, and to do it as a true rape with an unwilling victim. He started pumping in and out of the virgin asshole, aware he must control himself to be sure he didn’t shoot too early. “I’m going to be a nice guy and just strangle you to death while I fuck you. You’ll probably get a final orgasm as you die, and I want our loads to be simultaneous. After all, we’re family. Of course, any pleasure you might feel will be overwhelmed by the pain of being strangled to death, and as you die your ass will tighten nicely to enhance my orgasm. Does that sound OK to you?” Everett was far too weak from the whipping and the other tortures to resist, as Kyle had planned, and just kept saying that Kyle had it all wrong and must stop and let Everett go free.
“Actually, Kyle has analyzed things pretty well,” a third voice calmly commented, startling the two youths. It was George Fletcher, the boys’ father, and the Supreme Leader of the Alpha Aristocracy. Kyle turned in wonder as he saw him standing at the foot of the bed but kept pumping Everett’s ass. “Don’t be quite so smug Kyle,” George laughed. “As Supreme Leader I can override any lock, and Cory knows better than to resist me. I sensed you needed a little more time to bond with your brother, so I waited for a while outside the door and enjoyed myself fucking Cory. He’s a great fuck, as you know, and grateful for the honor of being used. There is a video system that includes every room, and I’ve also been enjoying your show. But keep going on your task. Frankly, I was starting to worry you might not make a move, and I’d have to kill Everett myself. I could not let him become my successor. You’re right. He’s too indecisive, selfish, lazy, weak, and just plain stupid. The fact that slave lying next to him is still alive and unharmed is an embarrassment to the family. And when I have assigned him tasks to gain experience, he has been a dismal failure. You will do far better and have always been my favorite and first choice. You just had to prove yourself, and I think you’re just an orgasm and a kill away from doing that right now. There’s no hurry – take your time strangling Everett. It’s fun to watch, although he deserves a worse death than just being whipped, fucked, and strangled.
“I’m glad to hear you’re going to time his strangulation to match your orgasm, which is amazingly satisfying for you and even more fun for me to watch. Once you shoot, I’ll want to fuck Everett’s body while it’s still finishing its death spasms. As you know, it’s one of my favorite ways to cum. Then we can double-dick Chris before you officially start his dismemberment. I know I will still want more sex even after we each fuck Everett, or what’s left of him, and then do Chris. So maybe we can double-fuck Cory. I enjoy it when we fuck slaves together.” George stared at Everett, who was silent in stunned horror and shame. “What a disappointing piece of shit you turned out to be,” George told his elder offspring. He then returned to addressing Kyle, who was now totally into fucking Everett and starting to wrap his hands round the throat.
“Tomorrow we can adjust the arrangements for the ceremony to match the new reality with you as official her. I guess this is a good learning experience for Everett on being more careful and decisive – he should have killed you by now to protect himself – although maybe the learning experience will be a little late.” Mr. Fletcher and Kyle chuckled at the joke, while Everett just lay in shock at what was happening, reality having finally sunk in.
Everett didn’t resist much as Kyle reached out and slowly began to tighten his grip on his brother’s throat, gradually cutting off his ability to breathe as Kyle got closer and closer to orgasm. Kyle and his dad both enjoyed viewing the effects of Kyle’s strong grip as Everett struggled to stay alive and enjoyed even more the fact Everett was now sporting his own erection generated by the effects of the fucking and strangulation. This was far from Kyle’s first snuff fuck and he had gotten good at the timing. As he saw the life fade form Everett’s eyes Kyle increased his own pumping and brought himself to the edge of climax. Life finished ebbing form Everett, the final involuntary orgasm began from the dying body, and Kyle shot a fantastically satisfying load up the near-dead ass as its spasms added pleasure by tightening on Kyle’s cock. As soon as he was done, he withdrew so that his dad, now naked and erect, could insert his own dick to enjoy the final convulsions of the nice warm corpse of his worthless son. As he reached his orgasm George used a knife to slowly cut off Everett’s cock, which was now coated in the cum it had emitted. George was pleased to observe that a tiny flicker of life meant Everett still felt pain from the emasculation, which had been the goal. He tossed the cock onto the floor nearby, like a bit of table scraps tossed to a dog, and nodded to Chris. Knowing what was expected Chris scrambled on all fours out of the bed and across the floor to where the cock had landed. He picked it up with his teeth, doggie style, and when Mr. Fletcher nodded at him Chris chewed and swallowed the cock, some of the cum dripping down his chin. Chris then sat back on his haunches and raised his arms in front of him, mimicking the response of a grateful puppy. Father and son laughed at the slave but were pleased at this sign of good training. It was a wonderful family bonding moment, bringing Kyle and his father remarkably close and eliminating an awkward family problem.
As George had expected, they were still quite horny and summoned Cory to join them. In one sense Cory Stewart was Kyle’s classmate, best friend, and lover, and although not of as high a rank as the Fletchers (no one was) he was from a prominent family. His father, Gordon Stewart, was one of the five members of the Alpha Council serving under the leadership of George Fletcher and was George’s top advisor and best friend on the Council. Kyle and Cory had grown up together and become friends early on. But as they grew up Cory realized his best use lay in a different role, and he was now one of Kyle’s slaves. As a willing submissive, his service gave Kyle especially intense pleasure.
As Cory joined them Kyle suggested Cory fuck Everett’s corpse while he and his father double-fucked Chris. Kyle knew that would give George the greatest pleasure, and Kyle was touched by the family bonding and wanted to show his appreciation. They had a great joint orgasm as they felt each other’s’ cocks inside Chris’ no-longer-virgin ass. Then they did the same with Cory as the target while Chris provided the entertainment of fucking what was left of Everett. Kyle had planned a protracted session with Cory helping him torture Chris and also receive pain from Kyle in the process. Now Kyle and George would both inflict pain on Chris and Cory, which would sexually excite both Alphas and both slaves, given the interaction of extreme sadism and extreme masochism. This meant everyone was massively turned on. It was not yet Cory’s time to die, but it was always his time to suffer. After several hours of George and Kyle enjoying themselves at the expense of the slaves, the session ended when Chris finally died, having been burned, gutted, and emasculated as the father and son expertly applied their skills and shared their fun. Chris’ skin was cut open and most of his bones were broken; they had especially enjoyed running high voltages through various parts of his body – especially his balls. His final act was to shoot a plentiful load of cum as Kyle slowly cut off his cock. Being a slave produced in a cloning tank, the orgasm itself was almost as painful as the final step in his emasculation. Drugs enabled all males to have essentially continuous, massive orgasm; altered DNA caused cloned slaves to feel excruciating pain when they did so. Cory had received a plentiful round of whipping, beating, and electricity, but had no scars or permanent damage. That would happen later, when decided to snuff his submissive property. The session finished with George and Kyle again double fucking Chris’ body. By that point Chris was just another warm fresh corpse finishing its death throws. although Kyle and his dad got to enjoy the pressure on their cocks from the gyrations this generated, pleasure they both greatly enjoyed as they had with Everett.
As they left the room to clean up, they enjoyed the view of the two dead bodies lying side by side, each showing expressions that reflected the pain they had suffered. But Chris’ expression also showed contentment, while Everett’s was shock and humiliation. Mr. Fletcher commented on the irony of having more respect for a dead clone than for the dead member of his own family. Chris had fulfilled his purpose; Everett had failed miserably.
Kyle and Cory returned to Kyle’s room to clean up and get some rest before the weekend. They engaged in their usual Friday night routine, although it was by now early Saturday morning. They showered together with Cory lovingly cleaning Kyle’s awesome body. Then Kyle fucked Cory and watched as Cory jerked off for Kyle’s amusement. Kyle was quite pleased with Cory and allowed him to sleep nest to Kyle instead of in the cage next to Kyle’s bed. They slept late, had another sex session when they woke up, and then took another joint shower before heading to breakfast. (The ability to have nearly continuous orgasms was ideal for 19-year-old males.)
As Cory soaped Kyle in the shower right after they returned from snuffing Everett, Kyle had been nearly overwhelmed with how attracted he was to Cory sexually, watching Cory get sexual pleasure from Kyle torturing and fucking him, which gave Kyle even more massive pleasure. Having a youth from a high-ranking Alpha family volunteer to become a slave and donate his body and life for Kyle’s use and enjoyment was the ultimate power trip. Kyle realized how grateful he was for Cory’s loyal support and submission, and how much he enjoyed being with him, whether it was using him sexually, inflicting pain and humiliation, or palling around and just having fun as if they were still classmates, best friends, and lovers. Indeed, they still were best friends and lovers, Kyle thought of the great, loving relationship his father had with his own willing, submissive lover, Keith, who had also once been part of a prestigious Alpha family. Keith had served Kyle’s dad for many years, and although Keith, like Cory, was now a slave and in theory no different than the slave Chris that had just been snuffed, Kyle almost viewed Keith, who was in his early thirties, as the older brother Kyle never had in Everett. Kyle wanted a relationship with Cory like his father and Keith had achieved, and Kyle knew Cory did as well. But Kyle also knew he would get a huge thrill when he tortured Cory to death and he wanted that as well. It was a dilemma Kyle would need to resolve, but not one he had to deal with right away. Indeed, it was a frequent topic in his conversations with Cory, as was which methods Kyle would choose for Cory’s snuff session. The conversations turned them both on and always ended with intense sex and a large deposit of Kyle’s cum inside Cory..
After the lovers showered they headed down for an extremely late breakfast, consisting of eggs, potatoes, and fresh slavemeat steaks carved from Chris’ beautiful flesh. It was delicious, and they planned their day as they ate. Kyle had decided to stay naked, like Cory, so they could better enjoy each other’s bodies on what was now a bright, warm, sunny day, a day they were eagerly looking forward to. And while Kyle had one task to complete, they realized they could simply enjoy the day. Cory attended college with Kyle and they were both excellent students who worked hard and did exceptionally well. But there was only one more day of class and they had no more assignments. The plan quickly became one of lying by the large pool, working on their full-body tans, and enjoying the sun. Obviously, a lot of sex would be part of the plan and a few more slaves would wind up fucked, tortured, and snuffed. Well, maybe more than a few. After all, Alphas had learned that engaging in multiple daily kills provided not only great sex but reinforced the Alpha characteristics like sadism that were so important for them. Today Kyle wanted Cory to join him in that fun as if Cory were still an Alpha male. This was going to be a wonderful, relaxing day off. They had worked hard all term and deserved it.
Even Kyle’s task was fun. He read a text he’d just received from his father and announced to Cory: “I am officially the heir apparent, as dad just singed the formal paperwork this morning. That also means I’m the second ranking member of the Alpha Council. The formal ceremonies will take place next week, but the reality is effective now. He says I should enjoy this weekend as I’ll begin new duties right after school ends. But he wants me to assume what few responsibilities Everette had and dispose of his staff. That should be simple since Everette actually wasn’t doing anything and I’ve already ordered the staff, both slaves and citizens, shackled and put in cages until I decide how to kill them. Since I’m a member of the Council I can dispose of the citizens as well as the slaves. It’s sort of a pity, as the staff are probably delighted not to have to work with Everett anymore, but we can’t take chances. And the slaves are disposable anyway and not my types. Any ideas on how his staff should die?”
Cory thought for a minute and then had a brainstorm. “Wolfpack 1-2-3? As I recall his slaves and staff are all pseudo-macho types so it would be a great show.”
Kyle laughed. “Brilliant! I sure like how you think. I’ll have them conditioned and schedule them for the next show. Well, thanks to your great idea I think we’re done with work for the day. Let’s go take a swim and then we can do some more fucking in the sun.”
Wkolfpack1-2-3 was a hit show on the most popular Alpha Network. The idea was simple: A group of specially bred and trained canines would stalk, attack, kill, and eat 3 defenseless prisoners. The canines were part wolf and part pit bull, so they could be effectively trained to attack the prisoners, which they did in pairs of two, always starting by biting and eating the genitals. Then they would continue to rip apart the bodies as they ate, but slowly so the prisoners did not die too soon. The show was incredibly popular not only for the amusing and entertaining deaths but also because it afforded great opportunities for gambling. The best return was to bet on the order in which the prisoners would be killed, and by which set of canines. With six animals attacking, and three animals being killed, there were lots of combos possible. Previews would allow the audience to watch both prisoner and canine participants perform various physical tasks so they could handicap likely results. (Since all events were fatal for the prisoners there were no prior episodes to judge by, but some of the canines developed large followings from show to show.) Viewers could wager on just the order of deaths, or place quinella or trifecta bets as in traditional horse racing. The trifecta “1-2-3” bet on the order of the deaths was the most popular and paid a hefty return for viewers who picked the right sequence. To enhance the entertainment, the prisoners were conditioned prior to the show for about a week to become fully terrified by the canines, watching prior episodes after being injected with drugs that would alter their psyches. They were conditioned to resist but also to show their fear. Watching their terror was a big part of the amusement. Also, the arena was a walled-in forested area where the prisoners could try to hide or climb a tree. The fun in this part (which they would not see in the episodes they previewed) was that these were not real trees but artificial ones that would become electrified, giving the prisoner time to climb up before the electricity was activated and shocked him into falling to the ground where the canines waited. Their training made them aware what would happen, and it was hilarious to see the shock on the horrified faces of the doomed victims as the canines bit into their cocks and balls.
One thing that made the show a little different was that the victims were typically citizens, not slaves. The rule of law under the Alpha Aristocracy for citizens was extremely draconian, and any form of crime was not tolerated. So having Everett’s staff be killed on the show would not be out of the ordinary, although they of course had not done anything wrong. But even that would have a positive impact, reminding viewers that the power of the Alpha Council was indeed total, and they were not bound by any constraints of fairness or justice. Obedience to them was the only option, and their pleasure was the only ultimate goal. Citizens were superior to the slaves and entitled to use and snuff slaves they owned, but citizens were subject to the Alpha males, especially the Alpha Council, who could do whatever they felt like doing with absolute power. Snuffing willing slaves was very satisfying, but snuffing unwilling victims was also a major rush for the sadistic Alphas. Cory had made a great suggestion and he and Kyle looked forward to enjoying the episode. It would be especially fun as Everett had 5 staff assigned to him, which would mean a longer show with even more betting options.
The young men spent a very relaxing day enjoying each other and the wonderful warm weather. It was 5 years ago when Cory officially became Kyle’s property, relinquishing his citizenship and presenting his naked body as a slave for Kyle’s use. Kyle turned a bit nostalgic and reminded Cory of how he’d abandoned his status as part of an Alpha family to become Kyle’s slave. Indeed, Cory’s dad was a member of the Alpha Council and Kyle and Cory had grown up together, classmates and especially close friends. As they reached puberty they realized they were both gay, and their relationship got even closer. Then, as they finished high school, Cory realized he wasn’t really an Alpha. He liked it with Kyle in charge and did as Kyle requested. It wasn’t just that Kyle’s family was higher in the Alpha pecking order. It was that Cory enjoyed being dominated and directed. By the time they started college Cory realized he especially liked being fucked, ideally by Kyle but also by others. It wasn’t long before this included being whipped and beaten, which turned him on intensely.
“What was it like when you decided to tell your dad you were better suited to be a slave?” asked Kyle.
“I was scared shitless. I had no idea how he would react. My guess was that he’d kill me on the spot, which would have been a reasonable reaction. But I also knew my younger brother Nate would be a great Alpha member of the Council, so he would have a successor. If he killed me it would be what I deserved. Fuck, a big part of realizing I should be a slave is realizing I deserve a horrible death that brings pleasure to an Alpha male. My only regret in that case would be not having the chance to be your slave and have you be the one who tortures and snuffs me when you felt like it.”
“What did he say?”
“I was amazed. He said he’d already figured it out and concluded that this was my highest and best use. He had considered turning me over to Nate for Nate’s use. He had also figured out that Nate was the one to join the Council someday. But since he is so devoted to you and your father, he said he had positioned things so I would become your property and the paperwork was already done. He had just been waiting for me to reach the same conclusion so my status would be entirely voluntary. That’s when transitions from Alpha to slave work best, as there’s no need for any pressure or conditioning. I was grateful and thrilled.”
“How did Nate react?”
“He was also delighted. He planned to be dad’s successor and said the only downside was that this meant he wouldn’t get to kill me to achieve his ambition. He had been looking forward to that, but now he didn’t want to deprive you of that fun – or piss you off. But he did take the occasion to fuck me, whip me, and beat the crap out of me before I was turned over to you. It turned us both on a lot and since our dad watched and eventually joined in it was a great family bonding moment before I ceased being part of the family and became property. Incidentally, that was nice of you to let him do it again last week as his 18th birthday present. He was especially vicious, as I deserve.”
“He’s a good guy, and I enjoyed watching and then adding my own tortures. That was a great party. It made me think how much fun I’ll have when I decide it’s time for you to die. But I still can’t decide how I want to do it. Nothing that is really personal, like strangling you, seems quite painful enough or sufficiently prolonged. And the options that carry the most pain and longest suffering, like crucifixion, don’t seem personal enough. I want to feel your die from my actions torturing you. But don’t worry, I’ll figure out something truly terrible that gives me “hands on” fun.”
“I’m sure you will, and it’s fun to consider options as we do from time to time. But I agree that nothing we’ve talked about seems horrible enough to provide sufficient, sustained pain and give you enough pleasure. We should keep talking about it, and I’ll see if I can dream something up that you’ll enjoy. Of course you’ll have my full cooperation. It’s all up to you, but I know both Nate and dad would enjoy watching or even joining in.”
The conversation had aroused Kyle’s Alpha sadism, as it usually did, and he decided he’d have a little fun with Cory.
“There’s one thing I’ve been thinking of in the meantime. We’re doing lots of celebration of my graduation, but we aren’t celebrating yours at all. After all, you also did great in college and it seems there should be some event to commemorate that. It should be something that’s painful and humiliating, of course. I think I’ve come up with the perfect idea. I’ve decided to brand you as my slave and I want to do that now. I’m feeling particularly horny and branding’s always a great start to sex and torture sessions.”
“That’s a great idea! It will make sure anyone who sees my naked body knows that it’s not a real person, just slavemeat that hasn’t been harvested yet. Want me to get the branding iron and heat up the coals?”
“No need. I already ordered everything, and it will be here in a few minutes. While we wait I’ll tie you to the St. Andrew’s cross over by the bar and start whipping you. But first I need to piss, so kneel down in front of me.”
Cory did exactly as instructed, his cock having gotten hard from the sexual excitement for what was about to happen to him. He gratefully drank Kyle’s piss and then positioned himself so Kyle could attach him to the X-shaped cross. By then a young slave had delivered the hot coals and branding iron, conveniently placing them by the cross for Kyle’s use. The slave then stood at attention while Kyle tested the branding iron on the slave’s chest. It was not quite hot enough and Kyle severely beat the slave for failure to do its job perfectly. He coals he enjoyed himself lashing Cory on the chest, belly, and cock while the coals got the iron red hot. After a fun session, another test on the attending slave demonstrated that it was indeed hot enough, as the slave screamed loudly and the sweet smell of burning slave flesh filled the air. The slave thanked Kyle for using it and again apologized for its failure. Kyle amused himself by using the iron to burn off the slave’s manhood, laughing as the slave convulsed in response to the intense pain. Then, thoroughly aroused, he burned the slave a few more times and instructed the slave to go to a nearby T-cross where two other slaves mounted it for crucifixion. Kyle could enjoy the scene as the slave died in agony from the combo of being emasculated, burned, and crucified. Failure, no matter how small, was not tolerated and this would be both entertaining and a good lesson for other slaves.
Kyle turned his attention to Cory. The beating had left some welts on Cory’s belly but Kyle had been careful not to lash his upper chest, where the skin was especially smooth. Kyle carefully pressed the branding iron into Cory’s left breast, enjoying once more the smell of burning flesh. But Cory did not scream. He thanked Kyle for the honor of being labeled as Kyle’s property. Kyle held up a mirror for Cory to see that this was indeed his public status, showing the brand of “Property of Kyle Fletcher.” Both Kyle and Cory were pleased, and Kyle released Cory from the cross so Cory could bend over while Kyle once again fucked him. It was a great interlude that reflected both Cory’s status and their symbiotic relationship.
The two young males lay in the sun for a bit. Kyle admired his handiwork in branding Cory as Cory jerked off for Kyle’s further entertainment, and they then decided to enjoy a few hours of hunting. Kyle’s sadistic lust as to Cory had been satiated for a bit and he shifted their roles back toward being classmates and buddies. But his sadistic lust was always present. Hunting would satisfy that.
The estate had a 10-acre walled off forest that was stocked with fit young slaves trained to be hunted. They were good at evading the Alpha Males, which made the hunting much more challenging and enjoyable. Kyle and Cory preferred using bows and arrows, which offered even more challenge compared to rifles or shotguns. And they hunted naked, cocks hard in anticipation of the fun they were about to have, feeling like hunters of olden days. They carried quivers slung over their shoulders which were filled with poison-tipped arrows.
When they came to the gate to the game reserve they selected 2 slaves to hunt, using a kiosk that showed live shots of the slaves currently in the herd, and the slaves that were selected dutifully presented themselves for inspection, eager to please Kyle with an exciting hunt that culminated with the trivial contribution of their worthless lives. Kyle instructed them to stay together as they tried to evade the hunters, so Kyle and Cory could hunt together and would each have a target to kill when they tracked them down. Kyle was feeling generous toward Cory and wanted him to also enjoy a kill. Indeed, they would compete to see who shot the first arrow into one of the slaves and who had the best shot. Both were talented archers, although Cory was slightly better – a fact he enjoyed teasing Kyle about when permitted to do so.
The hunters gave the slaves a head start, and then the chase was on. In due course Cory spotted them and he and Kyle outran the targets, quickly getting into range. Kyle got off a great shot that was perfectly aimed and right on target into the back of a fleeing slave, right behind its heart. As it fell to the ground Cory shot an arrow that went straight into the butthole of the other slave. The poison not only assured that the slaves would die from any successful shot, but also generated extraordinary pain, causing them to suffer painful and entertaining deaths. These were climaxed by orgasms as the bodies convulsed and, after about 10 minutes of agony, died. The one Kyle shot had the poison released in its heart, so it died more quickly than usual. But Kyle doubled over in laughter as he watched the slave with an arrow up its butt thrash wildly as the poison slowly disbursed throughout its body and it finally died. The arrow feathers protruding from the slave’s asshole were especially amusing as the slave gyrated on the ground. Cory bragged about having fucked the animal with the arrow as he used his foot to push the slave onto its back so they could enjoy the final orgasm. The arrow didn’t break, but was pushed further into the slave, causing the tip to burst through the lower belly, adding even more amusement. As they watched and laughed the hunters expressed their contempt for the “game” by jerking off and then pissing on the dying slaves. Kyle’s sexual satisfaction derived from his sadistic Alpha nature; Cory’s was from imagining himself as one of the slaves that had been fatally humiliated. He knew his time would come someday and that excited him even more as he trusted that his death would be far longer and more painful when it occurred.
The two rivals argued about who had the better shot, as they always did. This was part of their ritual. They decided to settle the issue by hunting a second pair. For that kill they maneuvered so they were in front of where that duo was running in its futile effort to escape. That way the hunters were able to get their shots into the chests or genitals. There were rules on which shot was considered better. Penetrating the chest was measured by how close the tip was to the heart. For the genitals it was whether the arrow hit the penis, which was worth more points but obviously harder to do. Kyle aimed for the chest and got a great shot into one of the slaves that penetrated the heart itself.. Cory saw that the other slave’s cock was so hard it was pointing upwards albeit bouncing a lot as the slave ran. Cory aimed for the genitals, getting an awesome shot that penetrated the penis just under the glans and continued on into the belly, pinning the cock in place.
“Nailed it,” joked Cory as the slave collapsed onto the ground for another delightfully entertaining show. The hunters laughed once again, and even Kyle had to admit Cory’s shot was outstanding. He had indeed literally nailed the cock to the belly with his arrow and the target’s final orgasm was a humiliating combo of blood, piss, and cum.
Kyle and Cory returned to poolside for another refreshing swim followed by more great sex and sun.
They also talked about Kyle’s new role. The Alpha Council consisted of five members, four of whom reported to the Supreme Leader, Kyle’s father, who was also the chairman. While the members had authority over the rest of the citizens (and of course all slaves) it was the Supreme Leader who held absolute power, including appointing the Council and deciding its role. At this time there had been only four members – George Fletcher, Gordon Stewart, Adam Schultz, and Arthur Chen. The fifth member had recently retired, after long and highly competent service, which generated the opening for one of George’s sons. That was part of the motive for the retirement. Gordon Stewart, Cory’s father, was George’s main advisor and closest confidant on the Council. All four had agreed that Kyle was ready, and he would become vice-chair and heir apparent. Cory and Kyle had fun speculating what actual roles Kyle would play. As the designated #2 on the Council, the only sure part was that Kyle would succeed his father when George retired. But that likely a long ways off, and it would be thrilling to learn this week what his father had in mind for his present duties. Kyle knew he had a lot to learn, and part of the thrill would also be working with Cory’s dad, whom Kyle liked and admired and who tended to have outstanding and creative ideas. The other two members lived in and ruled, respectively, Europe and Asia, and the retired member had ruled the Americas. Kyle’s hope was that he could assume that role, mentored as always by his father and Gordon. Gordon lived in a spacious suite within the Supreme Leader’s Palace where he was close at hand for advising George on all issues and regions.. Gordon’s remaining son Nate (after Cory’s decision to cease being a human) also lived in the compound, and he and Kyle often teamed up to torture and fuck Cory. Nate was also gay and would be starting college in the fall. He and Kyle were becoming fast friends, a wonderful setup that worked well for everyone. The two families shared deep, loving friendships, and Kyle looked forward to ruling with Nate when their dads retired.
That evening George hosted a celebratory family meal for Kyle. Cory was included, as were George’s long-time submissive slave, Keith. They were also joined by Gordon and Nate. Everett was not left out, being included as the main course. He had been beheaded just above the neck and drained of fluids. Internal organs were replaced with a flavorful stuffing mix of croutons, celery, sage, and sausage; the skin had been coated with barbecue sauce and Everett had been slowly spit-roasted with a metal skewer inserted in his ass that came out the neck. The chef had laughed at the unusually large amount of cum that drained from the asshole when the meat was cleaned. When it was expertly cooked the body looked and smelled particularly appetizing laid out on a large serving cart next to the dining table. The chef had made sure to highlight the lacerations and especially the choke marks on Everett’s throat, The cock having been severed as it shot its terminal load, the chef had fashioned a cock-shaped specialty of fresh crab that stood straight up where the cock would have been, topped by a parsley sprig stuck in the fake piss slit – which the diners found highly amusing. Kyle couldn’t help but comment that he thought the replacement cock was much bigger and probably more functional than the original. (Sibling rivalry survives mere death.) The scrotum was removed but the balls were still attached, nicely barbecued, and featured in little silver shells on either side of the penis-shaped crab concoction.
The scene was festive, especially the positioning of Everett’s decapitated head, which had been impaled on a pike and placed at the dinner table where Everett usually sat during family meals.
They started the meal with George and Kyle each picking up one of Everett’s testicles to eat. But the Stewarts were not deprived, as there was a bowl of 8 fresh steamed testicles on the table for them to choose from, harvested from the 4 game animals Kyle and Cory had killed in the hunt. Even Cory and Keith were not ignored, and Kyle tossed a testicle to each of them as they knelt by the table to serve their masters and perhaps get treated to some table scraps. (While Kyle tended to treat Cory as if he were a buddy as well as a slave when it was just the two of them, in public he made sure Cory was just another sex toy.) As each of the four Alphas consumed a man-seed they also raised their wine glasses. Kyle offered a toast to the chef for finally getting some value out of Everett, and George offered one to Kyle for his successful intervention and his new status. Nate couldn’t resist also making a toast, which was to the obvious superiority of younger siblings as Alpha leaders. Cory joined in the laughter, totally content with his status. He hardly reacted when Nate kicked him in the balls under the table, using his steel-tipped leather boots. Cory just thanked him and welcomed the deserved pain. Slaves always deserved pain.
George did the carving, as head of the household, but generously gave Kyle the first slice of the delicious barbecue that was once his brother. It was recognition of Kyle’s and Everett’s new respective status, with Kyle as George’s official heir and Everett as a piece of meat.
The conversation turned to the events of the next week, and George outlined some of his thoughts on Kyle’s new position, which was to serve as ruler of the Americas as Kyle had hoped. This meant Kyle could continue to reside in the Palace and be mentored by Gordon. It was a wonderful occasion they would all remember fondly, and part of a wonderful, relaxing weekend.
The following Monday was the last day of classes and Cory’s and Kyle’s last day of college. (Kyle had decided it would be fun for Cory to continue as a student even after becoming a slave, as he enjoyed studying together with him and he figured it would make Cory more useful after Kyle graduated..) Friday would be graduation, which was now being combined with Kyle’s ceremonial induction as heir apparent and vice-chair of the Alpha Council. His father had made an official announcement on live TV Sunday, and Kyle was beginning to enjoy the perks of his new status. But George had also insisted Kyle finish his classes.
Despite Kyle’s excitement about all that was going on, the day had not started off well. The school had been named “Everett Fletcher College,” and that obviously needed to be changed. Kyle was angry that the dean had not already done this and replaced the sign in front of the building once he heard the official announcement the prior evening. He could have commissioned slaves to work all night and get it done. If a few of them fell off ladders and were killed in the process of doing the work in the dark, that was hardly a reason to wait. Kyle got angrier still when he was told all the changes in signage could not be done in time for the graduation ceremony. That was ridiculous and meant the disgraced old name would still be in place during the graduation and induction ceremony. This was unacceptable.
If Kyle had a flaw it was his hair-trigger temper, and he totally unloaded on the dean, who was rightfully afraid and promised to remedy the problem immediately. It didn’t help that Kyle was aware the dean preferred the dead brother over Kyle even though Everett was lazy and not a good student. And now Kyle was enduring a boring class – the last lecture of his college career – in a worthless course entitled “Recent World History.” It covered how the Alpha Aristocracy had assumed complete worldwide power and focused on how regular citizens had abandoned aspects of their freedom in return for controlled world order. Kyle, of course, knew all about these events, since it was his great-great-great grandfather who had led the final revolution and his family had ruled ever since. Not only was the teacher boring, but a focus on giving up liberty was all wrong. The result was world peace, prosperity, and great strides on issues like medicine, quality of jobs, and the environment. This was the natural order of things, with Alpha Males ruling as they did throughout nature, and especially with creation of the slave class that not only supported the Alpha Aristocracy but also supported regular citizens. The quality of life for citizens was vastly improved. Just that morning Kyle had read how citizens caught in a nuclear plant disaster were rescued by the Red Cross, whose services included needed blood supplies obtained by draining the blood form donor slaves. There was, of course, no limit on how much blood could be taken, so they used all of it, and the dead slave was then used as emergency food for the desperate citizens. Meanwhile other slaves toiled at cleaning up the radioactive fuel leak that was part of the disaster, undeterred by the fact the radiation would cause deadly burns on their exposed flesh. It would be silly to waste HazMat protective gear to prevent the fatal radiation sickness. Indeed, cameras on drones filmed the clean-up for the entertainment of citizens as they watched the burns start to appear on the naked bodies. Robot drones could have done the clean-up as well, but, after all, radiation burns caused a pretty gruesome death that was fun to watch. It all made for a rapid clean-up with great TV news footage. This kind of efficiency would be impossible without the excellent organization and discipline provided by the Alpha Aristocracy and the plentiful supply of expendable slaves. Kyle nearly exploded in anger when the teacher commented on the events and expressed some sympathy for the slaves who had been given the honor of painfully donating their worthless lives to benefit and entertain deserving citizens. What the teacher was spewing was treason and could not be tolerated. As his anger grew, Kyle realized he could now do something about it.
“You’re fired,” Kyle screamed at the teacher. “And this heretical lecture is over. In fact, as initial punishment for your treasonous statements you are to strip naked, bend over the desk, and let everyone in the class fuck your ass.”
The teacher was shocked and horrified. He had planned to get to the great benefits of the New Order and started to explain that to Kyle. But that just made Kyle angrier. As the teacher saw the rising anger, he realized his peril and promptly complied, desperate to avoid further punishment. All of Kyle’s classmates cheered and were more than willing to help administer the punishment. Kyle calmed down a bit as he sat back to enjoy the show. He waved to Cory, who was sitting next to him, and pointed at his dick. Cory got the hint and moved over to unzip Kyle’s designer jeans, take out the hardening dick, and start giving Kyle a blow job. There were about 20 students in the class so it would be a good show. Since they were all males at their sexual peak, Kyle correctly predicted that some would want to get in line twice. And a lot of them also stripped naked to better enjoy the fucking, which also improved the view for Kyle. He had some very sexy classmates.
Since the teacher was about 27, fit, and good looking, Kyle knew his classmates would enjoy themselves and it was, after all, also their last day of school. They deserved a little relief and sexual relief was always best. Kyle got even more turned on as he watched the gang rape and took his time fucking Cory’s face before shooting his load down Cory’s very willing throat. Part of the fun was that everyone knew how homophobic the teacher was and how much he would especially hate using his tongue to clean off the guys’ cocks and then drink their piss, as Kyle also ordered.
Being a son of the highest-ranking Alpha Aristocrat had already made attending his all-boys college a lot of fun. But being the son and heir apparent and a member of the Alpha Council was far better. Kyle could do whatever he wanted with absolute impunity, and George encouraged him to take advantage of his authority with controlled anger as a way of learning how to rule others.
Kyle and Cory were openly gay but being gay was no issue. It was both accepted and encouraged by the Alpha Aristocracy, reflecting the fact most of the leaders (including Kyle’s dad and his mentor Gordon Stewart) were themselves gay. The other guys in the school, whether gay or straight, knew better than to object if Kyle wanted them to perform gay sex for his pleasure, as he’d done with the teacher. And since Kyle was a 22-year old male, he wanted sex pretty much all the time. Cooperating could help their careers; not cooperating was extremely dangerous, especially given Kyle’s temper.
Kyle’s father also encouraged the temper. He coached Kyle that fear of an arbitrary, horribly painful death at Kyle’s whim was an especially important part of Kyle’s power and should be a skill he honed and practiced frequently. The key was to control and direct the anger, not to let it control Kyle. The teacher being gang fucked by his class would be just the latest example, and Kyle had always been in control.
Kyle walked out of the class after enjoying the blow job, the gang rape scene, and adding his own load of piss down the teacher’s throat. (To save himself the need to stop by the bathroom between classes, Kyle always used a human urinal, typically Cory or another slave but not always.) As he and Cory walked down the hall together, laughing at the teacher’s fate, Kyle got horny all over again looking at Cory’s amazing body. Cory had beautiful smooth skin, was the most handsome person he’d ever known, and their sex was constant and intense, aided for both of them by the S&M play that was usually part of it. Being naked assured Cory was immediately available whether Kyle decided to fuck him in the ass or have Cory suck him off. Besides, Cory knew his body was amazing and liked to show it off. His cock hardened as he observed Kyle staring at him lustily.
As much as Kyle was enthusiastically looking forward to the lunch ceremonies and to his final class, he followed his father’s coaching and focused on the teacher’s infractions and what else Kyle should do about it. Kyle had demonstrated his anger and instilled fear. Now he needed to reinforce it. He allowed his anger to build as he considered various options and reached some decisions.
Kyle sent a text message to the dean informing him of Kyle’s actions so far and instructing him to have the teacher displayed naked and publicly tortured between now and the graduation ceremony. Since the teacher was not gay and was homophobic the tortures were to include lots of gay rape and especially lots of fisting and fucking with large electrified dildos so the ass would be completely ruined. At the assembly, the teacher was to be executed by the senior class rifle team as part of the celebration. A highlights film of the most extreme tortures was to be shown prior to the firing squad as a further humiliation and warning to other teachers.
Kyle also informed the dean that he was disappointed such a bad teacher with treasonous beliefs had been hired. As a result, the dean was to hire his own replacement prior to the assembly, and he, too, would be executed after introducing and welcoming the new dean. Kyle told the dean via the text message that the quality of the new hire, whom Kyle would interview after his last class today since the school was now named for Kyle, would determine if the dean’s execution would be slow or quick. (Kyle had already decided it would be slow, probably by being emasculated and whipped to death, since that would be more fun for Kyle and more entertaining for his fellow students. But, as his father had taught him, he knew the dean would do a better job hiring if he held out a little hope of beheading or one more round from the firing squad.) The dean understood that there was no point negotiating with Kyle and responded that he understood and would, of course, do as instructed. He added a genuinely nice apology, thanking Kyle for using the failures of the dean and the teacher to help students understand the requirement of accountability that leaders like Kyle’s father had instituted. The dean also assured Kyle the signage issue would be remedied by the end of the day. “FO” was Kyle’s succinct reply. The dean was trying to get a quick death, and that pissed off Kyle even more. The dean was definitely going to suffer a slow, painful death starting right after Kyle approved his replacement, which would be far worse if the replacement didn’t pass muster with Kyle. Kyle was pleased with his plans and looked forward to telling his father about the events later that day at dinner.
Kyle had free time before lunch and his final class, which was a lab session he was excited about, and he headed to the “break room” with Cory and a few buddies. The room was a lounge area where seniors could hang out when they weren’t in class, and it featured some entertaining activities as well as snacks and drinks. As they entered, they enjoyed the sight of three gorgeous classmates who were being crucified naked on the “punishment wall,” their impressive young cocks hard despite the fact their bodies appeared near death. Cory got beers for Kyle and himself and they joined a few other students who were enjoying watching the final stage of the punishment. The crucified students had been doing poorly academically and would not be allowed to graduate. The elite college had a 100% graduation rate, so flunking them was not acceptable. Nor would the school lower its high standards. The obvious solution was to execute students who might fail, which also served as an incentive for students to study and do well in addition to a chance for some entertainment watching the losers suffer and die. Kyle was pleased at how obvious their pain was and could tell from their incredible difficulty breathing that death was near. They had chips implanted in their bodies that sent medical readings to an app on his iPhone, which confirmed his observation. Kyle also was pleased to see the history teacher tied to a fuck bench with a line of students waiting to rape him. The line included the baseball team, which was enjoying “bating” practice. Inserting baseball bats up the teacher’s ass was thoroughly destroying it and a lot of fun for the team. Kyle knew the humiliation was almost even more painful for the homophobic traitor. This would be a key highlight of the video Kyle had ordered for the graduation ceremony. Kyle was a little worried the teacher might die prior to then but felt the fun his classmates were having was worth the risk. These were his buddies, and they could always just use the dead body as a target, maybe alongside the dean. He hadn’t yet decided how the dean would be tortured and planned to chat with Cory as to ideas. Cory was always highly creative, as he’d been with the Wolfpack 1-2-3 idea. Indeed, he was counting on Cory to help him decide the optimum snuff scene for Cory when Kyle decided that time had come. They talked about it a lot and those were fun conversations for both of them.
Kyle sipped his beer and focused again on the punishment wall, which was quite sophisticated. The crosses themselves could be raised and lowered electronically to permit easy access to attach or remove the bodies. Preset screw holes made it easy to drill holes in the hands and feet and insert the screws to fasten them securely. This assured the bodies would stay in place. It also invited jokes about being “totally screwed” that Kyle and his friends never got tired of using. There was a system of video cameras to monitor the fun as victims struggled to breathe, their agony broadcast on a TV channel that was extremely popular. The medical readouts included a projected time of death so viewers could be sure to tune in for the fun finale.
The most sophisticated features, however, were dildos positioned midway on the vertical beams that were huge and fully inserted into the assholes of the victims. These had multiple functions. Besides the usual purpose of savagely tearing the vulnerable flesh of the victims, the dildos provided a variable flow of electricity to assure ongoing pain to supplement the gradual strangulation as the victims tired and were unable to lift themselves enough to breathe. The current could be increased or decreased through an iPhone app that Kyle, Cory, and two of their buddies (Tim and Tony) had designed as a class project. The dildos also provided a little support so the victims could lift themselves enough to breathe, albeit still quite painfully and, after a much longer time, eventually not enough assistance to keep them alive. The suffering was prolonged even further because the dildos pumped sufficient nutrients into the bodies to avoid starvation or dehydration. The amount of time victims were tortured by crucifixion could be anything from only a day to several weeks depending on the settings. Finally, the dildos stimulated the prostate and injected drugs to assure the exposed cocks maintained an erection the entire time and shot a load as the student finally died in agony. Kyle and his buddies were justifiably proud of the system and had scheduled the current set of losers to die on the last day of class a bit before noon. The medical readouts Kyle saw on the App indicated they were right on schedule. This would be fun, and he and Cory used their beers to toast their success, joined by Tim and Tony. The four friends had assembled to enjoy the show they had helped design. Indeed, everyone in the room enjoyed the arousing and amusing sight of the three young males in terminal agony from the difficulty of breathing and from the electricity pumped into their bodies. Kyle got everyone’s attention and then used the App to set the current on high, increasing the entertainment value as the youths screamed and their bodies gyrated. Given how close they were to dying the screams were, unfortunately, not very loud. So, after enjoying that for a while Kyle initiated a fatal jolt of electricity. The creams nicely increased in volume and the bodies convulsed massively, all to the laughter and cheers of the assembled students enjoying the show. All three males shot large loads of cum one last time as they were finally permitted to die, followed by a humiliating stream of piss as their bladders emptied. They were not the only ones in the room to reach orgasm as the seniors enjoyed themselves. Some of them also released loads of piss, which with Kyle’s permission went down Cory’s eager throat.
But that wasn’t the final humiliation. Nearby slaves quickly took down the bodies and laid them on fuck benches. As Kyle inserted his cock into the fresh corpse he found most sexy, he chuckled as he saw Cory taking particular pleasure inserting his hard cock into a former classmate who had been a real asshole to Cory as Cory transitioned from Alpha Male to submissive slave. Cory was enjoying some well-deserved vengeance. “That piece of shit loser was actually doing OK academically,” Kyle intoned. “But I had dad include him because he was such a jerk to you way back when as you transitioned. I don’t like other guys abusing you without my permission. I made sure he knew that was the reason for his torture. I know you enjoyed fucking him as he was screwed to the cross, but now’s your chance to enjoy fucking his dead ass.” Cory, moved by how thoughtful Kyle always was, thanked him and enjoyed the fuck even more. The tight warm holes felt great. When they were done, they were still horny and double-fucked the remaining victim, enjoying the feel of their cocks rubbing against each other as they achieved simultaneous orgasms. They were loudly cheered by the onlookers, several of whom, including Tim and Tony, followed their example. The bodies were then delivered to the cafeteria to become part of the “Senior Day” lunch menu.
As Cory was using his tongue to clean Kyle’s cock, Kyle received a text that was disturbing. He was informed that the dean had left a note apologizing for his hiring mistake and asking for mercy for his sons. He had then committed suicide by drinking fast-acting poison and was dead before anyone discovered the body. That totally infuriated Kyle, who had the right to decide punishment and was now deprived of his prerogative. Kyle ordered the body stripped and brought to him immediately. He also alerted Tim and Tony, who were twins, close friends, and the dean’s sons. explaining to them what had happened. Both boys were hard-working, excellent students and role models, totally committed to the system created by the Alpha Aristocracy of which they were a part. They were horrified at what their father had dared to do.
“This is terrible, Kyle. I can’t believe our father would be such a disloyal coward. We are ashamed to be related to him. As his offspring we of course understand the implications, and you can count on our full cooperation.” As Tim spoke, he was removing his clothes, as was Tony. When their father’s body arrived, they spat on it with disgust.
“Yeah, this is really a bummer. I think you are both great guys and I had planned to promote you after we all graduate. But I can’t tolerate this sort of insubordination, as you know, so I will need to make an example and follow the law. Especially as I take on my new role, I can’t make exceptions.
“The irony was that I was going to let him off with a lesser punishment since we’re friends,” Kyle lied, “My plan had been to have him executed by the senior rifle team as an opening event for the graduation ceremony. I’d have instructed the rest of the squad to aim for his cock and balls, so the bullets from the two of you, as co-captains of the team, would hit his chest and be the ones that killed him. You were entitled to punish him for his failures, and everyone would have had fun watching his naked body get emasculated and ripped apart by the hail of bullets hitting his cock and balls. His failure was not huge, so I was going to allow a quick death that could be a family event. I didn’t want to embarrass either of you more than necessary.”
“That’s generous of you Kyle – as usual. You take great care of your friends. Given what’s happened, however, I assume you’ve decided to have us replace our traitorous parent at the ceremony in front of the firing squad? The two sub-captains can take over leading the unit from us since we’ll be on the wrong end of the rifles. Did I guess right?”
“You did. The lesson must be clear, so between now and then I’m thinking of having you hang form the crosses here until the ceremony. I’m sorry, but if someone disobeys me, he needs to understand that his family will be held responsible even if he manages to escape punishment by dying. Blood libel is an ancient principle of law, and it’s especially essential under the Alpha system.
“My challenge is to be sure this is perceived as fair and not arbitrary. It ordinarily wouldn’t matter – dad’s openly arbitrary a lot of the time and it just illustrates his power. But I’m a new player and I want to start off with a positive example, one that even shows a modicum of compassion but also illustrates firmness and swift administration of the law. So I’m thinking of low voltage on the crosses while you wait for the ceremony. It will make the point with the two of you being crucified, but it won’t be as bad for you as the usual levels of pain. What do you think?”
Tim chimed in. “Not a good idea. Compassion is nice but even as high-ranking Alpha Males our lives and how we die don’t matter at all compared to assuring your power and showing you’re prepared to use it. You should use our bodies tor particularly painful deaths as an example. You can’t allow anyone to think they could get off easily, especially as you assume your new role. The good news is that there’s three days before the ceremony, and if you turn up the juice on the crosses you can cause us unbelievable agony between now and then. The medical readouts will confirm how you set the levels and the PR folk can stress that. That will make your power and willingness to use it quite clear, and I think that’s the key here.”
Tony piled on. “Tim’s right. But I also think you need some demonstration beyond even the electricity levels. I recall that viewers especially like it when victims are whipped as they hang, with the highest ratings for when that generates lots of lacerations and bleeding. We’re young and fit and there is little risk it would kill us too soon, so you’ll still have the ceremony as a culmination. And you should turn on the cameras as you start and fuck us. That sets the scene for power trips.”
“You’re right, and I appreciate the advice. I think you prevented me from making a big mistake. Thank you. But I still think some gesture would be good if it doesn’t undercut the core message
Cory had been considering the options and offered a typically creative solution. “What’s missing here is a little humor to show that you’re both OK with what’s happening to you and understand that this is the law and the law is correct. So I think there’s an option during the ceremony. Instead of executing you at the start as was going to happen with the dean, why not wait until after you get your diplomas? It would be amusing to see two guys who are naked except for the graduation caps walking in the line. And when you get the diplomas you could even do the ceremony where you move the tassel form the right side to the left to show that you’ve graduated. Then you could stand at attention and the firing squad could riddle your bodies with bullets, using ammo that is particularly destructive. I think everyone would get a good laugh, and it would show that you’re on board with everything and Kyle is creative.”
The fact it was Cory’s idea and not Kyle’s was of course irrelevant – no one would know that. – and everyone loved the idea. Kyle again appreciated Cory’s remarkable creativity but said nothing.
Kyle stood in front of the video system, which was turned on while he explained what had happened and the punishments he had selected. He did not mention the diploma idea, saving that for a surprise to enhance the fun at the ceremony. Then the twins bent over nearby fuck tables so Kyle fucked each in turn. After that, as Cory again cleaned his cock, the twins laid on the ground and held out their arms so they could be screwed in place. Once they were positioned Kyle pushed their bodies down hard so the dildos were rammed inside them quite painfully. They didn’t scream but the pain showed on their faces as their assholes were torn and the electricity flowed through their bodies. The cameras caught some of the blood that was seeping out, which of course made the effect of the electricity greater. Nonetheless, as the crosses were electronically lifted into place, Tim and Toni each managed to loudly thank Kyle for being such a decisive leader, to condemn their father, and to express the hope their torture and deaths would be an effective lesson for others and entertaining for Kyle. Their statements were picked up by the TV news, as they knew would happen, and reinforced the image of Kyle’s use of massive punishment when he was angered. By then the dildos had caused massive erections, and Kyle paused to enjoy the sight, which turned him on a lot. These were extremely handsome young bodies and they were wonderfully writhing in extreme pain with their hard cocks bouncing in front of them. He was tempted to stay a while and jerk off as many of his classmates were doing, or maybe fuck Cory again. All this had made him exceptionally horn. But now he had other duties and it was time for lunch.
As Kyle headed to the cafeteria for the lunch celebration of “Senior Day” he focused his attention on his lover, slave, and best friend Cory, as he so often did. Cory was an extremely attractive young male, in Kyle’s view the best-looking guy in the school, and Kyle trusted him totally. Other than Tim and Tony, only Cory knew Kyle had initially considered moderating their punishment and Kyle had no worry of anyone else learning that. Cory was his slave, but they studied together and prepared Kyle well for his career. Cory was a safe friend with whom Kyle could share his concerns and challenges, one reason he excelled in the college experience. Cory also studied hard, focusing on areas where he might be of use to Kyle as Kyle assumed his designated role. Being an exhibitionist who got turned on by showing off his great body, Cory loved being naked all the time, especially now that he was branded to show his masochistic dream of being Kyle’s property. It was a fantastic, loving, mutually positive relationship and worked remarkably well for both. Kyle was comforted to have Cory already in place as he assumed his new duties. Cory was aware Kyle was staring at him, which caused Cory to achieve and exhibit an erection, his cock bouncing in front of him and dripping a little pre-cum as he and Kyle walked to the lunch. Cory figured he’d get permission to jerk off for Kyle after the lunch.
The lunch ceremony was a lot of fun and included the usual awarding of honors. Kyle won all of them, of course. But there were a few gag awards, such as Cory wining “sexiest urinal” and “best tan” while Kyle was voted “best tasting cum” and “most plentiful piss.” The loudest laughter was for Tim and Tony winning “most entertaining not-yet-dead classmates,” which was added at the last minute and featured the TV channel showing their writhing bodies causing their hard cocks to bounce around as Kyle used the App they had mutually designed to turn the electricity to its highest non-lethal setting. His Alpha nature had come through and he had gotten over his trepidation over cruelty torturing two good friends. As he was aware, snuffing other males multiple times each day enhanced the important Alpha traits that were the key to the social order. It reinforced his power and status as well as being sexually fulfilling. As the class watched and laughed, many of them jerked off, and Cory got permission to achieve the orgasm he was anxious to enjoy. Kyle’s orgasm was at the same time, but he sent his cum up Cory’s ass per usual. Everyone had a wonderful time, and the classmates removed from the punishment wall were well prepared and quite tasty.
Kyle had one more event before he ended his final day of college. It was Kyle’s favorite class and favorite teacher. The class, “Slave Torture and Disposal,” was taught by Gordon Stewart, the same Gordon Stewart who had been Cory’s father when Cory was a human and who was George Fletcher’s top advisor on the Council and Kyle’s longtime mentor. Dr. Stewart taught it as sort of a hobby, but also as a favor to George and Kyle. Each class was a lab organized around a different method of fatal torture, with each student practicing on and snuffing a willing slave. Cory also attended the class, assisting Kyle in the activities, and Dr. Stewart often offered suggestions on how Kyle could torture Cory to maximize Kyle’s fun and sexual stimulation, along with Cory’s pain and humiliation. when Kyle decided it was time to snuff Cory. Both young men appreciated his creativity and Kyle learned a lot on how to maximize his skills as a sadist. It wasn’t that Gordon had any animus toward his former son, and in fact he highly approved of Cory’s choice to become a submissive slave. His comments were intended to improve the implementation of that choice. After class Kyle and Cory would review the activities and any suggestions, which always resulted in a great S&M session where Kyle used some of what he’d learned on Cory. It wasn’t fatal yet, but it was lots of fun, nonetheless. At dinner the prior Saturday evening, Gordon wouldn’t tell Kyle what the class would feature but promised it would be a great ending to the year. Kyle could hardly wait.
Kyle paused briefly at the lockers inside the classroom doorway, and quickly shed his clothing. Dr. Stewart insisted his students attend his class naked, so he could better gage their sexual arousal from snuffing slaves. Torturing slaves should be a major sexual turn-on, and one plus of an all-male class is that cocks are a reliable measure of how much they are turned on. But the real reason was that Gordon Stewart was a fervent gay sadist and enjoyed looking at these awesome young males destroying and raping the gorgeous male slaves, literally ripping their bodies to pieces. Kyle casually handed his clothes to Cory, who had helped him strip and who carefully hung them in Kyle’s locker.
Kyle’s cock was throbbing with excitement by the time he stepped into the actual classroom, and he was not alone in his reaction. Nearly all the students in the college were from Alpha families of extremely high status, and all owned and snuffed multiple slaves with a supply for their sexual use that was replenished daily. The sadistic joy of snuffing another male had a strong sexual component whether the Alpha male was gay or straight. Torturing and snuffing victims were frequent and favorite activities and a source of family bonding as they explored together new ways to maximize the slaves’ agony and therefore their own pleasure.
Am Alpha who wasn’t also a sadist was not, in Dr. Stewart’s view, a proper Alpha and would require training. So the sexual arousal of each student was an important data point. “Homework” from Gordon’s class was quite popular.
As Kyle headed toward his “workstation” to start the lesson, he noticed that Andrew Brown was in the class. Andrew’s father was overly ambitious for someone of a lower social status than most of the college families and had maneuvered to get Andrew into the school. Andrew’s father figured he could advance his career via his extremely attractive son given Kyle’s gay orientation and desire to dominate other males. If Kyle took an interest in Andrew it could go well for Andrew’s father. And even if it weren’t Kyle, there were lots of other gay students whose fathers could be useful. He ordered Andrew to attend school naked, hang around Kyle, and make himself available to Kyle as a sex toy. Andrew had not been in this particular class and Kyle wondered if his dad bribed someone to get Andrew included for the final session. Kyle admired the ambition but he might have to address the use of bribes at some point. He would include Andrew in any punishment even if he were innocent and it was all his father’s doing. Although Andrew was indeed very sexy, neither Kyle nor Cory liked him. Andrew was a jerk and a sycophant who wasn’t good at it.
Andrew’s core problem was that he wasn’t gay, and it had taken a lot of pressure from his father to get him to volunteer as an object of Kyle’s insatiable, sadistic, gay sex desires. While Cory got turned on by being naked and getting fucked and beaten in public, it was extremely uncomfortable for Andrew and he sometimes had problems getting an erection. He just wasn’t turned on by guys. That, of course, made if more fun for Kyle and the rest of the class to fuck him. Much to his horror, Andrew found himself being used sexually by pretty much the whole senior class, even Cory – a sex object that was in constant use, fucked, pissed in, kicked. and laughed at by everyone. His dad’s plan was a disaster, and once Andrew’s dad realized the plan was actually hurting his career, he gave Andrew permission to start wearing clothes again. But that also backfired. On the first day he did so a group of seniors stripped him naked, beat him nearly to the point of losing consciousness, and gang-raped him when he revived – telling him he was the class bitch and had to stay naked and be available for everyone to use however they wanted to use him. Among the flaws in the plan for Andrew was the fact Alpha Males especially enjoy sadistic acts against unwilling victims. Cloned slaves, or even a submissive slaves like Cory, welcomed the pain. But there was an element of fun missing, which was there when the target tried to resist and was clearly not a willing subject. Alphas especially like the idea of raping and inflicting pain and domination on another Alpha male.
In fact, studying those traits was why Gordon Stewart was “Doctor” Stewart. His doctoral dissertation, completed many years earlier, was on the importance of providing especially aggressive Alpha males with the chance to snuff unwilling victims. It had been presented to and enthusiastically accepted by the Alpha Council. Indeed, it is what earned him a seat on the Council, joining just after George Fletcher succeeded to the leadership when George’s father retired. Having scientific research to support an activity the Alphas already enjoyed was quite popular. Gordon had become a bit of a celebrity and soon became George’s top advisor and closest friend. They started a tradition of beginning each Council meeting by fucking and torturing to death a handsome young Alpha who had failed to perform his duties to their satisfaction. It was a satisfying start of the meetings and a good lesson for other Alphas.
Kyle looked around the class as he entered and was surprised to see the selection of young males displayed at the front of the class to choose from were in cages. Dr. Stewart instructed the class to choose a target but not to release it yet. After Kyle made his selection, the other members of the class each picked a slave to snuff.
Once the slaves were selected Gordon got the attention of the class and had Andrew come up to the front.
“This is my favorite lesson for two reasons, and I have saved it for our last session together. First, as you know, the primary use of dead slaves is for meat and fertilizer, although they’re fun to fuck while the carcass is still warm. Our classes have focused on all the creative ways to torture and snuff a slave to maximize its pain and humiliation before it is eaten. For example, last week we focused on boiling slaves alive, a wonderfully slow and painful death if done properly, fun to watch, and resulting in slavemeat that is cooked and ready to eat. We learned how to make the meat more flavorful by adding spices to the water and by feeding the slave fruit juices and other ingredients that will internally marinate the meat in the days prior to its final use. Even if that isn’t done, the level of pain the slave suffers makes it a great show. I think everyone had fun with that last week and some of the resulting entrées were exquisite. Today we will focus on another great show that results in a different use of the slave’s body. We’ll be tearing off the skin to be turned into leather used to make clothing, to cover furniture, or even to create art to display. It will reinforce your understanding that slaves are just objects, barely even subhuman. For example, the leather chair at my desk was made from a slave I skinned alive at this same class last year, and I plan to replace it with fresh leather form today’s lesson. The goal today is to skin your slave and then keep the exposed, skinless animal alive for a few days until it dies in agony from the effects of being skinned. It will suffer the unimaginable pain caused by having its skin carefully ripped off. I think it’s one of the most enjoyable and entertaining ways to torture and kill a slave, and you get the benefit of large sections of skin that are the raw material for all kinds of leather goods. It will be especially memorable for you as these slaves will be used to make your leather Letterman jackets. However, you need to be incredibly careful and do it right, or you risk having the slave die before you’re done or very shortly after that. That’s a missed opportunity and lets the slave off far too easily. “Right” means it feels intense pain throughout the process, surviving and continuing to suffer, conscious and in intense pain, for at least a couple of days. Slaves deserve to die as horrible a death as possible, as you all know, and this is one of the worst. It’s about maximizing our pleasure by maximizing their pain.
“The other reason this is my favorite lesson is that it allows us to enjoy the special thrill of snuffing a slave that is not willing to die for our enjoyment. As you all know, I proved many years ago how important that is as part of the fulfillment for true Alphas like us, and as a reward for all your hard work (by which I mean all the work you did in class while your cocks were hard), I’ve assembled snuff targets that will resist their appropriate use. That’s why they are in cages, and you’ll need to be careful as you restrain them. And, by way of example, that brings me to Andrew, who has joined our class today as my “guest.” I’m aware all of you have enjoyed his presence in school and gotten to know him in rather personal ways, as have I.” This generated sustained laughter and catcalls, and Andrew blushed, his entire naked body showing his shame. His cock was erect, which was unusual for him in public and added to the shame. “So I figured you’d want to see what happens to him after graduation. And he’s ready to entertain us, as you can see from his cock, although it’s hard because of some drugs injected into it so he’d be even more humiliated. He’s not much of an Alpha and also kind of stupid, as we’ve all discovered. Given that, I thought we would all enjoy having him as the model for my demonstration today, following which you are each to carefully skin the slave you’ve selected. I’ll have Andrew’s skin turned into leather to replace what’s on my chair. This will be my last class of the year too, and I plan to keep the chair as a reminder of how much I’ve enjoyed teaching all of you. After everyone is done with skinning their slave, we can all further enjoy Andrew as meat snacks for my traditional end-of-year party.”
Andrew was horrified and terrified. He finally showed the anger that had been built throughout his college experience, lashing out at Dr. Stewart. “I’m a member of the Alpha class! You can’t do that to me. I’m not a slave.” He reached out to strike Dr. Stewart but was quickly subdued by Kyle and Cory, who couldn’t resist laughing as they did so. Indeed, the whole class doubled over in laughter, especially Dr. Stewart.
Gordon enjoyed correcting the pathetic youth. “Well, first, none of these animals were either. They’re just losers I picked out because I thought they’d make a fun kill. As a member of the Alpha Council I can do anything I want. Since we’re all proud of Kyle’s new status as not only a member of the council but as heir apparent, I also thought a useful lesson would be for everyone to realize just how powerful the Council is. We don’t just make the laws; we are the law. So be a good lad and climb into this tub of boiling water. The first step in the process is to tenderize you so your skin is easier to tear from the layer of flesh underneath it. And feel free to scream. It’s more fun for me if you do. You’ve already added to my enjoyment by trying to resist.”
Andrew stared at the tub next to him and was now too shocked to move. But it didn’t matter since Kyle and Cory, (still laughing) obligingly lifted Andrew by his shoulders and ankles and dropped him into the boiling water.
The tubs were specially designed for boiling live slavemeat. They had a large oval circumference like a bathtub but were much longer and only about two feet deep. There were shackles similar to a rack so the wrists and ankles could be restrained, which Kyle and Cory quickly completed. Andrew was nicely displayed on his back, arousing Gordon with his remarkable good looks and smooth young skin. A spigot of boiling water flowed into the tub as the same amount of cooled water flowed into a drain. This kept the slavemeat boiling at all times, and if it was cut for whatever reason to add to the entertainment or to try a piece to see if it were adequately cooked, the flow kept the water clear so the animal was always fully displayed. That wasn’t the plan for Andrew, but it had been useful the prior week for the lesson on cooking slaves by boiling them alive.
Andrew had again tried to resist but it didn’t help, and he made a splash like an oversized lobster and uttered an amusingly loud scream as he was secured in place. Cory placed a stone “pillow” under his head so it would be above the water line and Andrew could breathe. They knew Dr. Stewart did not want him to drown, and they had learned the techniques to secure slaves from the prior week’s lessons. The difference this week was that Andrew would only be in long enough for tenderizing, not boiled until his meat was fully cooked.
Gordon paused to enjoy the sight and made a quiet side comment to Kyle that Andrew could not hear. “I think this is going really well. Since he tried to hit me he’s of course subject to a death sentence just for that. But since he’s already going to die I plan to apply it to his overambitious father. It’s the converse of your punishment of Tim and Tony for their father’s actions. One of the initiatives George and I are pushing on the Council is greater reliance on the principles of blood libel to hold families accountable for the actions of members who fuck up. We don’t want society getting lax. But I also don’t want Andrew to know since it would give him some satisfaction. I’m thinking of just having the parent publicly fucked, flogged, and crucified – using the fancy crosses and dildos you guys designed for the Punishment Wall here at the college. What do you think?”
Kyle was totally on board, thanking Gordon for yet another helpful lesson. Gordon then resumed his normal volume, thanked his helpers, and continued the lecture. Andrew’s thrashing in the boiling water and his periodic screams of pain and despair provided a great background show.
“It makes a big difference if the skin is tenderized and somewhat loosened from the muscle layer underneath, which happens when it is very warm. There are two good ways to accomplish that. One is to boil the animal for a while – about 20 minutes usually does the trick – and the other is to hang it in the hot sun for about 5 hours. In either method it is important not to overdo the tenderizing, as it breaks down the nerves that are critical to transmitting pain and the skin can blister, which detracts from the quality of the leather. You’ll notice your slaves are all a bit sunburned, but with no blisters, and that is because they were hung in today’s warm sun all morning after their bodies were shaved to get rid of any hair on the skin that will be removed. But they can use a bit more tenderizing, so please take control of your slave and secure it in the tubs as was done with Andrew. There are other cloned slaves available to help if you need it, especially securing the limbs in the boiling water, but I assume none of you Alpha males will require help subjugating the target animals. I wanted you to see how the sun-warming worked as well as the boiling. Obviously, this isn’t a case of starting the water just warm and then heating it, as in the example of a frog staying in the water while it’s being boiled because it doesn’t realize its peril until too late due to the slow increase in temperature. In this case we start with the water boiling so the slave immediately suffers pain. It’s quicker and more fun.
“Let me explain the process while we wait for Andrew to get ready for his big moment. That way the slaves will know what is going to happen to them, which increases their terror and makes their death even worse for them.
“You’ll notice that our workstations are set up so the body can be hung from the ceiling by its ankles. All you have to do is connect the cable to the ankle restraints in the tub, which can be removed with the ankles still attached. Then release the wrists and use the winch to lift the body. This positioning is important for several reasons. First, it makes access to all the skin easy. The winches will raise and lower it for our convenience in cutting into various areas. It creates a nice effect to have the arms hang down, reminding the animal it’s just a slab of meat like any other slab hanging in a butcher shop. Also, this is a very bloody, messy process and if the body were in any other position there would be a risk of not enough blood reaching the brain as the body is drained. That would be disastrous as it is essential to have the brain functional so it can receive the pain signals form the nerve endings as they are severed.
“Nociceptors are the key here. Those are nerve endings that are in the skin and other parts of our bodies, and they provide our sense of feel. As we rip off the skin, these are torn one by one and they send panic-level pain messages to the brain as this happens. They are what makes this form of torture so unimaginably, wonderfully painful. We need to be sure the brain is still receiving the messages, which requires it receiving plenty of blood flow.
“That said, we also need to be sure the brain doesn’t interfere with our fun. When it is overwhelmed with pain it produces endorphins, which partially counteract it. So we administer shots to our victims before we start harvesting their flesh that neutralize that ability. We don’t want to deprive our targets of feeling the full experience, after all.
“Exsanguination is the next important concept. That refers to draining blood from a body. This isn’t our purpose, but it is a byproduct of ripping off the skin. As the skin is removed there is almost a gusher of blood that will be released. That’s why you’ll notice an exceptionally large drain under the suspended animals and a shower at each station for your use in washing it off. Also notice how being hung upside down means they have to watch their blood gushing down before their own eyes. Our research verifies that this is extraordinarily terrifying, another fun aspect for us to enjoy watching.
“A slave can survive for a time, maybe even a week, with blood loss up to about 40%. So while having them bleed profusely is part of the entertainment and a major aspect of their psychological and physical terror, it needs to be kept in check. That is one of the reasons it’s important to do the cutting just at the first layer of skin. The deeper you cut, the more blood loss your cause. Worse still, you will be cutting into the myelin layer, which means the nerves will be destroyed instead of just being torn, and the body will go numb and maybe even into shock. At that point you will have failed, and the target will not have suffered the full agony and terror of being skinned alive. DO NOT LET THAT HAPPEN. CUT ONLY SKIN DEEP AND THAT MEANS THE OUTERMOST LAYER OF SKIN. Don’t worry. That first layer is enough to make great leather.
“I stress this because it is mostly the combination of fear and blood loss that generate large drops in blood pressure and the risk of shock and unconsciousness. The more skin we harvest the more it is a battle between us generating pain and collecting our reward and the slave’s brain trying to shut the body down. If we are careful and to the right kinds of cuts in the right sequence and depth, we will always win, and the slave will suffer as it was meant to suffer.”
Dr. Stewart continued for a bit longer, explaining how the skinless animals would become highly susceptible to infection and hypothermia. The skin plays a critical role in preventing each of these, and without it a slave will quickly die of a combination of both. If these are controlled, the slave’s suffering can be extended for several days, which is what Dr. Stewart planned. “In the next day or so you can come watch them die, which I highly recommend because they are so pathetic and in so much agony. Or you can just cut out some of their meat and eat it in front of them for fun. We all know how enjoyable it is to have a slave watch us consume it’s live meat as we cut it off. This will kill them quite quickly given the infection risk, so it’s a case of choosing how you want it to die. Either way it’s great fun and one of the best power trips you’ll ever have. That’s what being an Alpha is all about, after all. And while it’s a bit messy, remember that they still have assholes that are quite fuckable whether alive or dead..”
By now the slaves and Andrew were nicely tenderized, and they were fished out of the boiling tubs by attaching cables to the shackles securing their ankles. The restraints on their wrists were removed and the bodies were moved by the ceiling tracks over the appropriate workstation. All the animals were now hoisted upside down and positioned for harvesting, their beautiful smooth skin glistening in the bright lights of the lab. A few even had a little resistance left. Their useless struggles added to the show. Dr. Stewart told the class to pause a moment, knowing the nature of his class and himself. The sight of the gorgeous males hanging like slabs of meat and the eager Alphas ready to enjoy their deaths was thrilling, a testament to the awesome Alpha world and a huge sexual turn-on. He had a slave winch Andrew so his butthole was level with Gordon’s hard cock. As Gordon thrust his cock into the unwilling asshole, he let the class know that the victims were all high school seniors who were flunking their courses, and they were all straight. Like Andrew their hard cocks were a function of drug injections that would keep them erect until it was time to cut them off. So being fucked would be an added source of shame and humiliation, not to mention pain, as they were all virgin assholes that had never felt the pain of a large cock being inserted (except for Andrew. Of course). The class got the idea and within a couple of minutes all the Alphas, had their cocks inside the loser victims and enjoyed fucking each one. Gordon commented how delightfully pliable Andrew’s partially boiled asshole was, although that might have been partially because it was so well used. This got a good laugh form the class, all of whom had of course fucked Andrew numerous times. Andrew was now docile, having succumbed to despair. Dr. Stewart was pleased to see that, pointing out to the class that this would make the experience even worse for Andrew, which was of course the goal. Once the Alphas had shot their loads into their targets, the victims were hoisted fully into the air so the cutting and tearing could begin.
“It’s important to start with the skin that is lowest, since the blood will be flowing downward and make a mess of whatever’s below. We cut the lowest parts first. In this instance that’s the arms, and the idea here is to score the skin at the shoulders so you can get a clean tear. A shallow cut from each shoulder down to the hands works well, along with a cut around the armpit. Starting with this section also lets you practice keeping the cut shallow and ripping the layer of skin with a section that isn’t as critical as the torso or legs.” Dr. Stewart demonstrated as he gave his explanation, and Andrew screamed and whimpered on cue as the nerves in his arms were severed as the skin was torn off. The description of the blood flow was not exaggerated, but in short order Gordon had two sections of fresh skin to display to the applauding class. They had all paid close attention and proceeded to do the same with their targets. There were a few mishaps, but everyone got the skin off eventually, and Gordon was pleased.
“Now for the most important, challenging, and enjoyable section. Having the target hang by its ankles allows us to tear the entire torso in one giant section. That allows the most options for seamless leather, which is more appealing. And this is extraordinarily painful since it is such a large area with thousands of nerve endings being ripped. It might get a little loud with all the screaming, but that’s a pleasant sign of our success. Start with a cut at the base of the cock that goes downward to just under the neck,” Gordon explained as he also demonstrated. “Once you’ve made the first major incision, cut sideways across the top of the shoulders, and then under the armpits. Then cut sideways just above the base of the cock and all around the waist. You’ll then have scored the entire slab of skin and can tear it off in one piece. Go slowly, and only use the knife to cut the skin free when you absolutely have to. It’s more fun and more painful if you tear it rather than cut it, and the longer you take the more pain you inflict.” At this point Gordon expertly cut into Andrew as he had described, his actions accompanied by Andrew’s pathetic but amusing screams of pain, now much more intense than when his arms were skinned. As the students copied his actions, the cacophony of desperate screams was deafening but delightful. As the large sections were successfully removed, other slaves helped the students manage them and wash off as much of the gusher of blood and other bodily liquids as they could. But the victims were losing blood at a very rapid rate.
Once the torso was skinless, Dr. Stewart showed the class how to skin the legs and butt, leaving only Andrew’s heads, feet, and genitals untouched. “I don’t recommend skinning the head, as I think it’s fun to enjoy the expressions of pain and despair. And there’s not much skin on the hands or feet. I can go either way on whether to skin the cock and balls, so that’s up to you. I think it’s more fun to just cut them off and use them to make something like a paperweight or just enjoy the testicles as a snack.” He held up a paperweight made from the genitals of the slave he’d skinned last year as an example. As he described the options, Gordon slowly cut off Andrew’s cock and balls, cleaning off the fresh young man-seeds, consuming one himself and giving the other to Kyle. That was the last part of the demo, generating another inhuman scream from Andrew and loud applause from the class. Andrew was still very much alive, a quivering slab of fresh meat ready to be butchered and enjoyed once Gordon felt it had suffered enough.
Inspired by the amazing demo, the students focused on keeping the slaves alive and conscious while they finished skinning them. The exposed, bleeding flesh was then cleaned and put into large incubator chambers by obedient slaves, where it could be kept warm despite the lack of skin, and also kept free from infection. The meat would just lie in the chambers, enduring unimaginable agony. Dr. Stewart designed this lesson, as he had the entire class, to confirm the image of slaves as what they are – sex objects appropriate for suffering. He wanted the students to observe how much suffering was still in store for these losers as they were kept alive, conscious, and in pain. As for Andrew, he encouraged the students to cut into what was left of him and enjoy a feast of classmate-tar-tar. It had the disadvantage of allowing Andrew to die, but that could not be helped. In due course all the targets were successfully skinless but still alive, and Gordon Stewart declared the class an enormous success. The skins would be sued to make leather lettermen jackets for the seniors as one more memento of their success in college and a lasting reminder of one use of slaves.
A Revealing Celebration
Dinner that evening was to be a special occasion to celebrate all the great things that had happened and were underway for Kyle. It was organized by Gordon Stewart, who donned his tuxedo for the occasion, as did Kyle, his father George, and Nate, Gordon’s remaining son. Gordon’s plan was for a formal event that began with a cocktail hour in the palace’s most elegant living room. Cory and Keith, George’s submissive slave, were also included, naked of course. That not only reflected their status as slaves, but also would have been their preference if given a choice. Cory and Keith were exhibitionists who got turned on when showing off their awesome bodies. A tux would conceal their sex appeal and make them less convenient for use as sex toys. Kyle was a little jealous, himself preferring to be naked whenever possible, but did as his mentor and teacher Gordon requested. To rub it in, Cory casually stroked his hard cock, allowing himself to reach a very satisfying orgasm after a long period of massaging it, shooting a load that landed, as targeted, on Kyle’s tux. Cory had a fairly good idea about Gordon’s plan for the evening and wanted to lighten it up a bit. He knew he wasn’t supposed to have an orgasm without permission and would be punished severely by Kyle in due course. But that was another reason he did it and he looked forward to the punishment. Keith had been watching him masturbate and soon did the same., successfully aiming at George’s tux. Everyone laughed, especially Gordon. This impish play was part of the great bonds between submissive slaves and their owners, leading to intense S&M sex that brought out the differing desires of the sadistic owners and the masochistic submissive property. George was as horny as Kyle, who had instructed Cory to give him a blow job, and George soon had his cock freed from his pants for Keith to suck. Gordon could see that his plan for a refined, serious conversation was totally undermined by Cory.
“OK, I give up. I thought we could class this group up a little and do some serious planning, but obviously that didn’t work. I’ll trust Kyle to make sure Cory learns better manners. That should be fun for both of them, and I do have to admit Cory did an effective job undermining my plan. Now I’m pretty horny too, so let’s all get naked. George and Kyle can start punishing Keith and Cory, and Nate and I can start torturing the evening’s snuff slaves. I’ve arranged for rather a lot of them, of extremely high quality. I didn’t plan for the whole evening to be devoid of fun, after all. While we fuck we can enjoy our drinks and appetizers. So much for getting Kyle and Cory to take their minds off sex! Not that Keith and George are setting a good example.” The two show-offs were quite pleased with themselves and by the time Gordon finished talking Kyle was also naked and moved from receiving a blow job to flogging Cory, and Keith was helping George finish stripping in prep for Keith’s own punishment. Nate and Gordon weren’t far behind, and everyone was in a festive mood.
Gordon continued his concession. “We can have dinner served in here for us to enjoy as we feel like it. And we can take advantage of the playroom next door and all its great sex toys as we celebrate.” By that point George was punishing Keith and Nate had grabbed a nearby snuff slave to start his fun. Gordon caught up with the group very quickly, and the party was in full swing. Cory and Keith weren’t scheduled to die that evening, but there were no constraints on any of the other slaves and Nate and Gordon took full advantage of that fact. When George and Kyle finished punishing their submissive slaves, they would as well. There were lots of snuff slaves available, and as Gordon promised they were of extremely high quality and eager to fulfill their purpose. All the cocks in the room were massively hard.
“I think you’re right, Gordon,” laughed George, looking at the collection of snuff slaves that had already been selected for use plus those who were obediently waiting nearby to replace the initial group as it snuffed. “You’ve assembled an especially appealing collection of sex objects for the evening. And we can work in all the planning you wanted to talk about as we drink, fuck, torture, and snuff. I have to admit I like Cory’s plan for the evening better, which of course doesn’t mean he shouldn’t suffer a severe flogging and have his ass plugged with cocks and dildos.”
The slaves who waited on them wore tuxedo ties but nothing else, which showed off their hard cocks and sexy young bodies and helped the sexual energy of the revised celebration. The ties came off once Gordon’s tuxedo theme was abandoned so their vulnerable bodies were completely unadorned. They were just meat ready to be slaughtered. The slaves would all be tortured and killed that evening for the sexual fun of the Alphas, as they were aware, so this was their last opportunity to serve. They were eager to make the most of it, knowing it was their sole purpose. The Alpha males enjoyed chatting with the slaves and with each other about how best to maximize each slave’s pain and humiliation. The slaves presented themselves to be stroked, poked, and prodded. They posed, bent over so their butt-holes could be inspected and fingered. They made creative suggestions on how to increase the pain they would endure and prolong their suffering,. And they listened carefully so they could make sure the necessary implements for their upcoming destruction would be convenient when the time came. As they did so they served drinks and snacks for the deserving Alphas. The expressed deep and sincere gratitude for the honor of being able to participate in the conversations about how best to offer their worthless bodies and lives to entertain such high-ranking Alphas.
The conversation and the sight of such great bodies got Nate especially horny and his Alpha nature needed an outlet. He was focused on a slave with an unusually large cock who looked a lot like Cory. After all, he had been deprived of the chance to vent his sadistic Alpha desires on his one-time older brother, and this slave had rekindled those intense desires. The slave’s cock was especially hard, totally aroused as the slave contemplated its imminent tortures and death, sensing the sadistic lust with which Nate viewed it.
“Kyle has hogged Cory for himself, as usual, so I don’t get to snuff him like I’d like to. So much for family bonding opportunities! But I’m totally OK with that since it’s Kyle and I know he’ll do a vicious snuff job on my one-time sibling in due course.. And I think this slave looks enough like Cory that I can have my fun after all.” He had gotten the attention of the group and they settled in to see what he had in mind, the Alpha cocks comfortable pumping slave butt-holes, pausing for a bit from whipping and tormenting the eager slaves.
The slave Nate had selected also had an especially youthful appearance and eager demeaner, and Nate had it fetch a pair of pliers, sounding needles, a cattle prod, a set of brass knuckles, and a Seppuku ceremonial gutting knife. As instructed, the slave hustled off to the adjoining playroom on all fours, doggie style, quickly returning with the tools in a cloth bag held between its teeth. It got on its haunches and presented the bag to Nate, much like a dog that had fetched a stick for its master. Guessing some of what might now happen, the slave was more eager and sexually excited than ever. It realized Nate had in mind using it to put on a show for the rest of the deserving group of high-ranking Alphas. What an honor!
Nate suspended the slave by its wrists from the ceiling, its cock leaking pre-cum and pointing straight up. Nate was no less excited as he fondled the tools he would use, caressing the slave’s skin and kissing the slave deeply, enjoying the mutual sexual energy as he thrust his tongue down the slave’s throat. As the group watched, Nate then rammed his hard cock into the slave’s ass, quickly reaching an orgasm so he wouldn’t delay the show too much. That began in earnest when Nate used the pliers to twist off the slave’s hard nipples, which was very satisfying, especially when Nate had the slave eat them. The slave did so gratefully. Nate selected a sounding needle that was fairly think and inserted it into the piss-slit of the hard cock, generating a satisfying level of pain that intensified when Nate used the needle to masturbate the slave from inside its cock, generating the intense pain that resulted when cloned slaves had an orgasm.. But the real fun with the needle was when Nate turned the cattle prod to full power and touched it to the metal tip the protruded from the piss slit. A huge pulse of electricity ran through the needle and burned the inside of the penis. Nate had just discovered this option while torturing another slave earlier in the day, and it was now one of his favorite ways to use the sub-human sex toys. The smell of the meat being cooked was quite satisfying and the intensity of the pain was obvious. Other needles went into the balls and the flesh where the nipples had been, and each of these was also subjected to major electricity jolts. The slave’s obvious pain was only exceeded by its gratitude, and the three fellow Alphas offered their praise for Nate’s creativity. This was a fun sequence they would now also add to their sex play, and Kyle promised to use it on Cory when he snuffed him. After using the pliers to crush the testicles, Nate slowly cut off the nicely ruined genitals and had the slave slowly eat them.
(Even for a sadistic Alpha, Nate enjoyed watching a slave eat freshly cut parts of itself.)
After those preliminaries Nate was ready to begin the real damage and needed to put down the pliers and knife, which were coated with the slave’s blood and gore. He didn’t want to risk scratching the elegant table next to the slave, so he thrust the knife into the slave’s thigh and rammed the pliers up its ass. The rest of the party was intensely focused on Nate’s show and highly aroused. They expressed their approval of his concern about the furniture, which was much more valuable than the slave. They accelerated their fucking as the slave screamed in agony but again expressed its gratitude at being used as an object to store Nate’s tools – the ones being used to torture and kill it. Nate now focused on the brass knuckles and used them to gut-punch the slave severely. The beating was particularly aggressive and thorough, and the slave was now coughing up blood. It would have collapsed but was held upright only by the shackles on its wrists attached to the ceiling. Its internal organs were irreparably damaged and many of its ribs were cracked, so it would die from internal bleeding fairly soon. But when he finished the beating Nate had one more fun idea while the slave could still remain conscious. He pulled out the Seppuku knife and used it to cut a hole in the belly between the base of where the cock had been and the bleeding belly button. Instead of finishing the slave with a traditional ceremonial gutting, Nate expanded the hole just enough to insert his rock-hard cock. Fucking the slave’s ass had just been preliminary. This would be the main event fuck. Lubricated by the bleeding internal organs, Nate enjoyed his best fuck of the day so far as he thrust in and out of the dying, thankful slave, which he did for a long time as another slave held the victim still to facilitate Nate’s aggressive thrusts into its flesh. After he finally came, Nate used the knife to finish gutting the slave, letting its internal organs fall out of the expanded opening. This played to appreciative laughter from his Alpha friends, all of whom had cum as they watched the great demonstration of Alpha superiority. Meanwhile, the satiated and fulfilled slave convulsed and died to cap off the entertainment, and, as instructed by Kyle, Cory used his tongue to clean off Nate’s blood-soaked cock. But Nate and Kyle were still horny, so they double-fucked Cory’s willing ass. As they did so, Kyle complemented Nate on his performance, and thanked him for such good ideas on how he might snuff Cory when the time came. Cory also chimed in with praise as he serviced the two young Alphas.
After Nate and Kyle used a nearby open shower to clean off, soaped and toweled by Cory, Nate rejoined the group feeling quite satisfied, although like everyone else he soon massaged his cock into another erection. As slaves freshened their drinks and removed the now-dead piece of meat, Gordon expressed his approval.
“This is a good time to announce one of the things I wanted to cover this evening. I knew for a long time that Cory’s best use would be as a submissive slave, and I’m glad he realized that. It’s obviously been a lot of fun for Kyle and very satisfying. But I also knew I would not be without a worthy son and heir. I think Nate just proved that. He’ll start next fall at Kyle Fletcher College, and he’ll do every bit as well as Cory has done, but he’ll do it as an Alpha, not a piece-of-shit slave like Cory. And when he does, he’ll be the next in line to join the Alpha Council at the next retirement. I know George shares my view and am fairly sure George will make sure there’s a retirement shortly after Nate graduates.”
“There will,” George agreed, smiling. “Maybe even a voluntary one.”
Nate was caught by surprise and thrilled, as were Kyle and Corey. Al three thanked Gordon and George and the excitement of the celebration got even higher. This would be a long evening of great Alpha satisfaction. That called for a plentiful supply of slaves – not a problem for the Alphas at the top of the food chain. George texted his slave handler and ordered additional snuff slaves just to be sure.
As the group continued to play with the slaves and each other, the main thrust of the conversation was how well things were progressing for Kyle. George was effusive in his praise of his son as Kyle and Cory described the decisions Kyle had made about the treasonous history teacher and the cowardly dean, especially congratulating him on how he handled the dean’s twin sons. Proscribing a severe period of torture was essential, and he commented that most new leaders would have not done that given the strong friendship. (Kyle did not mention the twins’ role in encouraging Kyle to extend their time being crucified, and Cory did not bring that up, so Kyle got all the credit.) Gordon chimed in with praise for how well Kyle did in class at skinning the slave he’d selected. The animal had remained alive and conscious through the process, which was not easy. (The rest of the class had also succeeded at that, but that wasn’t mentioned since this party was to celebrate Kyle.)
Even Keith joined in the praise, taking pleasure not only in Kyle’s success but especially in how happy it made George. Keith was exceptionally fond of Kyle, but George’s happiness was Keith’s sole purpose in life. And as with the relationship between Kyle and Cory, George genuinely loved Keith, and there was lots of friendship in addition to lots of lust. Keith was in his late 30s, but his youthful appearance and impish, outgoing personality made him appear much younger. He was a submissive slave like Cory, and George did enjoy torturing him and reminding Keith of their respective status while watching his body “perform” for George’s sexual gratification. Keith had been an Alpha male himself before realizing his true nature. Like Cory and other submissives, he was totally content and fulfilled in his proper role. His love, loyalty, and devotion were total and had been since they first got together many years earlier.
“I need another drink,” signaled Gordon to one of the slaves. “Me too,” added Kyle. “And I’m still totally horny. I think Gordon is hot for Keith and it would be fun to watch Keith get fucked. Meanwhile, Cory hasn’t gotten fucked or beaten enough to properly punish him for jerking off without permission. How about if dad and I double-dick Cory while Gordon and Nate boule-fuck Keith? I think it’s time for us Council members – current and future – to take charge! And father-son bonding is always a good thing.
That plan was quickly approved by everyone. The party now turned from a focus on cocktails while they praised Kyle to an orgy among the close friends. The party moved into the adjoining playroom and everyone (including the attending slaves) knew the love and affection that underlay the orgy would soon be supplemented by the torture and snuff scenes they had discussed earlier with the snuff slaves. The Alphas had already decided to skip s formal dinner and had summoned a cute young slave who lay on a nearby table so they could cut into it for some nourishment. It was a Kobe slave, bred for its meat quality and maintained with a higher bodyfat content to enhance its flavor. It also had a special diet designed to add flavor to the meat, including spices and fruit juices tied to various recipes for its preparation. Although the friends already knew what parts of the meat were especially flavorful, they enjoyed listening to the live meat make suggestions for its vivisection. Of course, they were careful to keep it alive as long as possible, another skill at which they were expert. The slave thanked them for the honor of being eaten by them and masturbated for their entertainment, painfully shooting its final load all over its belly and spreading the cum as if it were dressing. Other slaves added more cum so that the meat was nicely coated. George emasculated the slave, feeding it its own cock and sharing the testicles with Kyle. Side dishes and fine red wines were on a nearby table to balance out the impromptu feast, and a chef stood next to a grill for those who wanted the meat cooked. The orgy proceeded, and the Alphas enjoyed great food between orgasms. Even Keith and Cory were treated to table scraps they shared with George’s favorite pet Labrador Retriever. Of course, the dog got the better choices.
Cory particularly enjoyed the evening and was extremely content, glad it had stayed light and fun. He and Kyle had some great sex and Kyle had permitted him to jerk off for Kyle’s amusement. They laughed at Cory’s first orgasm of the evening, onto Kyle’s tux, and Kyle admitted how clever he thought that was. Cory thought about his exceptional good fortune to be part of Kyle’s world, being in many respects Kyle’s one genuine friend.
“Do you think this is an appropriate time to explain to Kyle one of the transitions that comes with his new status, George?” Gordon t asked.
“I think so,” replied George, who was enjoying his own lover as he and Keith also caressed and aroused each other. The intensity of the orgy had faded a bit, and the Alphas had satiated themselves with the wonderful feast, although the Kobe slave was still alive and there were great cuts available for when they got hungry again. And lots more snuff slaves for when they got horny again. But this was a good time to pause.
Gordon addressed Kyle, who was obviously very curious what this was all about.
“Kyle, your father and I are extremely proud of you, and there is no doubt you will someday become yet another in the amazing line of the Fletcher family Alpha Leaders that rule our world, succeeding George. You have learned an amazing amount and mastered critical transitions, especially in the last week or so. But there is one more transition that you’ll need to make.”
Kyle was now totally focused on Gordon, and Cory on Kyle.. What was this about?
“You have no doubt realized your dad has had submissive lovers before Keith although you were probably too young to remember particular ones. There is no question that he cherished, even loved, each of these possessions, and his love for Keith is real. Nor is there any doubt Keith reciprocates it and is totally dedicated to George, as were his predecessors. But Keith also knows his place, and his naked body is always available as an object to provide enjoyment to your dad, Keith’s nakedness being a symbol to help remind Keith of reality. That’s the role of submissive slaves like Keith and Cory, and they are favored possessions that provide great value to their Alpha owners. But when all is said and done they’re still just property, no longer human let alone Alphas.
“When George joined the Alpha Council he had a different submissive, his first, with whom he was as close as you are with Cory. Like you, as you know, he joined right after college while his own dad was Supreme Leader. And like you, although you may not be aware of it, there were concerns if he was tough enough to fill the role. It would be a disaster if people thought any member of the Council was weak or sentimental. When a new member joins he needs to demonstrate that he is a true Alpha Male, dominant and not held back by any dependencies or relationships. George demonstrated that by torturing to death his beloved submissive as part of this induction ceremony. You need to do the same with Cory at yours.”
Kyle was stunned and started to become angry and emotional. “But that’s not fair. Cory’s my friend as well as my slave, and he’s the one friend I can absolutely trust.”
“You just illustrated the problem,” George interjected gently. “We’re members of the Alpha Council, and someday you’ll be Supreme Leader like I am. We don’t get to have those kinds of friends outside the Council, let alone sub-human submissives. Submissives can fill important emotional videos, much like a favored dog or other pet, albeit less worthy and not as well cared for. We would never dream of hurting our pet dogs, after all. But they cannot reach the level where we depend on them as if they were still human. And we must demonstrate that to the public so they can trust us to be the true dominant Alphas we in fact are.”
As Kyle sat in shocked silence, working to control his frustration and anger at the situation, Cory laughed.
“Kyle, sometimes you’re a real bozo. Of course this is necessary and I’ve been aware of it for a long time. While you’ve been studying management and governance, I’ve been studying history. I’ve especially focused on the history of the Council and of your family, which are of course pretty much the same. Your dad wasn’t the first one to snuff a submissive as part of his induction. It’s actually a family tradition that goes way back to the beginning of the Council. I figured that was what Dr. Stewart had in mind to discuss this evening. I was afraid it would be too serious so I upended his plan and kept the evening light and fun. I knew you’d handle it better that way, since in fact it is no big deal. And that’s why I’ve brought up the topic of how you could snuff me when the time came fairly frequently lately. Your initial reactions are sometimes a little emotional, and I wanted you to think it through so you’d have some creative ideas to choose from when you learned that I need to die, and die a horrible and painful death in a public ceremony. I knew that time was your induction. My life is irrelevant, and I’m lucky to have had five years to serve as your submissive slave. It’s been great and by far the best use of me there could have been. But now my best use is to die a public and horribly painful death to assure your credibility as you ascend to the Council. I’ve been watching your reactions as you’ve snuffed slaves during the last month or so more closely than ever to figure out what turns you on the most that is suitably terrible for the slave. For example, I know you love to choke a slave to death while you fuck it, like you did with Everett. But that’s far too quick for the ceremony and produces not nearly enough pain for the slave. As we discussed Saturday, crucifixion is wonderfully painful and public, but it doesn’t have the requirement of your active role in doing the kill. The cross does all the work, and the slave is just displayed naked as it loses the strength needed to breathe as it hangs. But I’ve never seen you so turned on as you were this afternoon while you skinned that slave in Dr. Stewart’s class. I suspect that’s the perfect choice for torturing and killing me, and I also suspect that’s what Dr. Stewart had in mind in scheduling it as the finale’ of the class.”
Gordon also laughed and congratulated Cory on his insights, “I knew for a long time this was your proper role, Cory. You have performed it well and I think your death will make the ceremony more entertaining and more credible. It will also add to Kyle’s enjoyment, although he might not realize it yet. And yes, I did schedule skinning slaves alive as the focus today in hopes Kyle would choose that. It’s a really horrible way to die and it makes the necessary statement of Kyle’s Alpha nature without leaving any doubt. Besides, crowds love watching and if Kyle practices on a few more slaves between now and then he’ll get quite good at it.”
George spoke next, while Kyle stared in shock at the turn of events. “I realize this is a difficult moment for you, son,” he said. “I remember when my own father taught me the same lesson. I had a young submissive, a boyfriend I was totally in love with, and I felt terrible at having to kill him so horribly as part of my initiation ceremony. I forget his name but that doesn’t matter any more than he did. I soon realized that it was for the best. Besides, I had a great time snuffing him with everyone watching and cheering me on. I started by fucking him, of course, and then secured him to a rack lying on his back. I took my time and slowly stretched him until his arms popped out of their sockets at his shoulders and then were ripped from his body. Then I gutted him and took out a few of his organs, which is astonishingly painful but not immediately fatal if you do it right. His abs and chest were fantastic and he was immensely proud of them, so it was a natural target, and of course the nipples went next. I jerked him off but cut off the cock, slowly of course, as it shot its final load. I didn’t want him to feel any pleasure. I remember how satisfying it was to admire my handiwork as I surveyed the ruined body and enjoyed munching on his fresh-cut testicles. The screaming was almost musical. The final kill took a while, as I used a hatchet to hack his body into bite-sized pieces. I did a really good job on that so he lasted quite a while. As I recall, the whole kill took nearly an hour. And when he was dead he was flipped over on his belly and I fucked what was left of his dead ass one last time. I still think of this as one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had, and the crowd went nuts cheering me. Oh, and when he was butchered he made a great meal. I made the transition to the Council and have never had any regrets.
“By the way, the submissive didn’t resist, but, sadly, I don’t think he understood his true role. I realized his devotion to what was best for me was under the belief he was somehow still a person, almost human. Cory is setting a far better example.”
Keith interjected. “I know this is the right thing for Kyle, George. But based on his reaction this is tough on him. I think you should help ease his emotional burden from having to lose Cory. He’ll find he enjoys it, like you did way back when. I don’t doubt he’ll shoot satisfying loads of cum several times as Cory suffers and dies, and it’s obvious Cory will taste great, but at the start it will be difficult for Kyle. But you could set an example. As Kyle tortures Cory by skinning him and then makes his initial slice of Cory’s flesh to eat it, why don’t you do the same to me? It would be a powerful father/son statement, and you’ll have a great bonding memory of the event. I have always been particularly fond of Kyle and want to offer whatever small contribution I can. You have been through this and can quickly find another submissive lover to take my place. I didn’t deserve the amazing years I’ve had, let alone anymore. And while it will be an initial sacrifice on your part, I know you’ll quickly get into it and thoroughly enjoy torturing and killing me. True, my meat isn’t as tender as Cory’s, but I’ll be pretty tasty. And the entertainment value of two submissives being skinned alive will be fantastic. It’s all about Kyle having a great induction, how to make this kind of transition, and making a public statement of his Alpha nature.. As with Cory, I’m irrelevant and it’s a case of figuring out my best use to support you and Kyle.”
“That is extraordinarily insightful of you, Keith,” Gordon observed. “You being snuffed is of course no big deal, but it is a sacrifice for George. But if George is willing I do think your torture and death would help Kyle with his burden a little bit.”
“It really is for the best, Kyle,” Keith continued. “I’ve always known your dad would torture me to death someday, and it in no way reduces the love I feel for him or he feels for me. It’s just the way things need to be for anyone in your positions. Property gets used up. Frankly, I’m doubly honored if my suffering and death will not only add a little pleasure to your dad during your ceremony – a perfectly sufficient reason for me to die – but also help in your transition. That’s a great privilege for me. I’m not at all surprised to see Cory feels the same way. As Supreme Leader and heir apparent, you and George are the sole priorities.”
“Well,” chuckled George.. “You sure called me out on this Keith. I hadn’t planned to snuff you for a while, but I have been thinking of replacing you with a younger submissive.. So it won’t be that big a sacrifice on my part, just a minor inconvenience while I find a replacement. I don’t see any downside to your idea at all. In fact, it will be fun. Let’s do it.”
Nate capped off the conversation. “Wow, my dumb-shit worthless former older brother is finally going to be useful.” Everyone laughed, including Cory. And, having recovered from his surprise, including Kyle. The logic of all this was compelling.
The six friends soon began a highly creative and positive conversation about how best to organize the public skinning as part of the ceremony.
“One of the things Gordon stressed in class today was the importance of first tenderizing the flesh,” mused Cory. “It seems to me boiling us alive as we did with Andrew today would interrupt the ceremony with not much going on. We want the audience to stay entertained. But I think you said it works to hang the meat in the sun for a few hours, preferably upside down to add to the humiliation. I wonder if we could just be hung in public starting a few hours before the event begins. The ceremony is outdoors, and it’s going to be very warm, so it should work fine.”
“That’s a great idea,” Keith added, “We’ll get obviously sunburned, which will be painful, so that’s good. But I don’t think it would be long enough for our skins to blister. People could enjoy looking at our bodies as we hang, and the cameras could pan to them if there’s a lull in the action. We’ve both got big hard cocks and will look great hanging there, probably dripping a bit from sexual excitement at our fate. We like to show off, since we’ll be the best-looking guys there, and we can enjoy the sun while Kyle and George are stuck wearing all that ceremonial robes crap.” Keith (like Cory) was ever the exhibitionist.
“Hey, you don’t get all the attention,” laughed Kyle playfully. “It’s my show, after all. And dad and I will get to strip while we rip the skin off your screaming bodies. We wouldn’t want to get our nice outfits messy.” Everyone chuckled at the exchange and quickly agreed to the idea. Then Nate interjected:
“I call dibs on Cory’s breast meat at the feast!”
“Bullshit,” objected Kyle, laughing and now fully into the spirit of the celebratory planning. “The meat belongs to me. He’s my property, after all.”
“Now boys, no need to fuss. There’s plenty of good quality meat on Cory to go around. And I’m Supreme Leader, so I get to choose first. I think Cory will be the better tasing choice, so you two can fight over Keith.”
“Well, that would be quite an honor for me,” Cory added, joining in the banter. “But given where you two put your attention up until now I figured you’d want to carve up my butt. After all, you’re both pretty experienced with that part of me.”
That got a good laugh and the group moved on to other aspects of the planning. The goal was for Kyle to have a wonderful experience at his initiation that he would remember fondly – and to send the right message about his Alpha nature. There was a concern about making sure the guests felt welcomed and involved, and Keith suggested that he and Cory could be gang-raped as they were hung naked in the sun. which would allow the entire group to participate in the fun. Of course, the guests would join in the feast as the two slaves were cut up for their meat.
Gordon asked what should be done with the genitals, and Cory quickly suggested that George and Kyle eat the testicles raw but exchange them so each ate one from the other’s slave. After Kyle and George finished enjoying the testicles, Keith and Cory could eat each other’s cocks. Cory reminded Kyle that he’d promised Nate to insert the electrified needles into his cock as Nate had demonstrated earlier, and that quickly became part of the plan. George would do the same to Keith. Gordon approved of all the ideas, since these were the kinds of tortures that could inflict great pain and also demonstrate the sadistic superiority of the Fletchers. No one could doubt they were Alpha Males unfettered by any silly emotional attachments.
It was Kyle who suggested the finishing touch for the ceremony. He had always found Cory’s smooth, tanned young skin a massive sexual turn-on. So he suggested that the skin be used to make Kyle a leather outfit for torture sessions as a souvenir of the ceremony. He usually stayed naked as he snuffed slaves, but sometimes he liked wearing imposing leather fetish gear. Cory was deeply moved by the gesture, and Gordon and George quickly approved the same use for Keith’s skin.
By now it was fairly late, and the group was exhausted from all the physical activity and mentally drained from their efforts at getting creative for the ceremony. But George had one more surprise for Kyle. This time it was a very pleasant one. At his signal, the submissive slave Grant entered the room and stood naked in front of Kyle, cock hard and head bowed out of respect for his new owner.
“I mentioned how much fun I had snuffing my first submissive,” explained George. But the real cure for my stress was his replacement, a submissive I enjoyed for many years before snuffing him. So I figured getting you a new one would help. This is a very well trained submissive once named Grant, although you can obviously change that if you prefer him to have another name, or just brand him with a number. He’s now yours to do with as you wish. I think he’s about the most natural submissive I’ve ever seen, maybe even more than Cory. He’s my present to you on your induction.”
Kyle was grateful and thrilled. Grant was even more handsome than Cory, a bit younger, and with skin that was even more smooth. He was fresh young meat for Kyle to enjoy. Kyle could have great sex exploring Grant’s limits and then greatly exceeding them. He could learn how to inflict the most pain and cause the greatest humiliation. As tired as he was, Kyle was massively turned on.
“I don’t think I’m going to miss Cory at all.”
As the evening drew to a close Gordon opened a special bottle of wine that he had been saving for this occasion. He poured 6 glasses, using new fine crystal he had ordered that was embossed with the names of each of the six friends, handing one to each of them.
“I want to propose a toast to George and Kyle, my fellow members of the Alpha Council, and to this wonderful group of friends, even though two of us are just property that will shortly be disposed of.. This has been a fantastic evening and it portends wonderfully well for the future of the Council and the dedication to it that the two of you are demonstrating by sacrificing the pleasure you receive from Keith and Cory. I hope the next couple of days bring you the final sexual satisfaction from them that you deserve as they transition from submissive slaves to meat and leather. This wine is the best from my private vintage, and I brought it for this celebration, as I also had these fine crystal goblets made with each of our names.” George and Kyle thanked him for such a thoughtful gesture and downed their glasses, as did the others. The group finished the bottle and Gordon took the empty goblets from Cory and Keith. He threw the crystal into a nearby fireplace, shattering each as a symbol of their impending deaths. Everyone recognized how fitting Gordon’s ceremony was, especially Keith and Cory. Grant, meanwhile, was overwhelmed by his extraordinary good fortune. He stood at attention eagerly waiting for his service to begin.
Joe had been on the clock for five days straight; he’d gotten home near dawn after working twenty hours in a row. He ate, showered, and fell sound asleep. He was exhausted. There had been a problem at work that required a little extra effort. Most of the time they were too surprised by Joe’s stealth approach to fight back.
When he awoke twelve hours later, his dick was stiff and aching. The hardbodied stud grinned in pleasure at the thought that he had some time to kill—because that was exactly what it would be. The sun had gone down, darkness had closed in and it was time to go find a cumdump so he could drain his balls.
He’d manage to pocket the phone of the last cunt he’d snuffed—that little faggot with the poppers—and was scrolling through the hookup apps looking for something interesting. There were several apps; the fairy had evidently been a serious whore…
Joe paused for a moment. A wry grin twisted his hard, handsome face with grim pleasure as he replayed that last snuff in his mind. He was proud of that kill. And the swelling bulge in his crotch showed that other motives had been involved as well.
And now they were back. He needed to find a good n’ worthless homo, a pansy-ass sack of shit that he could enjoy killing. He was looking for one that would give him the satisfaction, not just of a job well done, but of a job worth doing in the first place.
Flipping to the second screen on the phone, he found an app he’d never seen before—“Twinke”. Curious, he opened it and started exploring. It seemed to work by using the phone’s locator function to post messages from within a geographical range set by the user; the current setting was “w/in 10 miles.” The app would post anonymous messages from members in that range, in the order they were received.
Intrigued, Joe scanned the list. Nothing really caught his eye; the most recent message was an hour ago. Must be a slow night. Annoyed, the restless stud was about to close the app when a new message suddenly popped in at the top of the list.
Attached to the message was a photo; an amateur torso pic showing a boy’s chest, the gentle rise of his pectorals smooth and clean up to the peaks of his dark, stiff nipples. There was a faint dark fuzz on the kid’s flat belly; it rippled over the faint hint of ab muscles above the navel. Below was the text:
“NEED A POWER DADDY—
18yo WM, 5’9”, 130 lbs, blond hair blue eyes—I graduate next month and I wanna get my cherry popped before then. Buff older men only, looking for someone who knows when to be gentle. Ain’t gotta ride—you gotta come to my place. 420 friendly. Reply w/ pic for details.”
Joe grinned with wild delight. This one was fresh meat. And Joe could be gentle. He could be so gentle, he’d put the little faggot to sleep. Forever.
The photo he sent back was enough to entice any fairy; it was a torso pic as well, showing every sculpted detail of Joe’s furry chest—the thick mounds of his pecs surmounted by hard, jutting nipples, the waves of wiry dark body hair covering the ripped six-pack abs…
…and below the waist, something special. He’d left his fly partially unzipped, exposing the head of his dick, purple, engorged, glistening with pre-ejaculate. Joe knew he was the first responder to the kid’s post—but even if he hadn’t been, he knew his pic would settle matters in his favor. The virgin fagmeat would be his, to do with as he wanted. And what he wanted was so very cruel…
He got dressed as he waited for the reply. Zipping up his jeans—skin-tight and worn soft as velvet—he sat on the edge of the bed. He grabbed his boots—a pair of Corcoran ten-inch leather field boots with steel toes—and had just laced the left one up around his calf, tucking the leg of the jeans inside, when the phone alerted. The meat had responded.
“Hey man damn ur hot. cum fuck me. parents not home. come to door on left side of house I got basement to myself” This was followed by an address in a working-class neighborhood.
Grinning, Joe laced the other boot up tight. He was gonna need some traction to put this little fucker down right. Standing up, he caught his reflection in the mirror. His heavily-muscled body, hairy and almost visibly oozing with testosterone, was his greatest asset in luring fuckmeat, and he took care of it as ruthlessly as he took care of all his business.
The hard-bodied alpha glanced around the room, looking for something else to wear. It was a warm and humid evening; he didn’t want anything too clingy or sticky…
There it was—his leather vest. It’d been a while since he’d worn it, but it’d be perfect for tonight. Add a little dazzle to the teen punk’s last hour on earth, so to speak. Hell, if the schoolboi was a virgin like he claimed, he’d probably blow his load just at the sight of Joe’s hyper-masculine, leather-clad body.
That was ok, though. Joe knew from past experience that teen meat was so full of hormones, its balls would quickly refill with spunk. No matter how hard the little motherfucker shot his wad, the experienced killer knew he’d be able to squeeze more boycum outta the fag when he was finally done with it and ready to blow his own load.
Joe stood up and headed briskly for his car. When he got to it, he had to slide carefully into the driver’s seat—his dick was still hard at the thought of breaking in the schoolboi. The drive itself took about twenty minutes, but after cruising by the given address, Joe took the precaution of parking the champagne-colored Camaro several streets away; it took another few minutes to walk to the house.
The neighborhood was and older one, the houses smaller and less well-kept than those near Joe’s address. Half the streetlights were out, making the walk treacherous; the sidewalk slabs were broken and raised—some by nearly half a foot—by overgrown tree roots. On the other hand, the hardbodied alpha was able to keep in the shadows—his powerful form, so erotically displayed in denim and leather, would have certainly drawn notice if anyone had happened to see him.
When he reached his destination, Joe quickly slipped around the side of the house and found the ground sloped down on that side, exposing enough of the basement wall that only a couple of steps down were needed to accommodate a door. There was a light above the door, but it was off. Joe stepped down and knocked.
The boy was already nude when he opened the door. He stepped back, into the light, and allowed Joe to enter. For a moment the kid said nothing, goggling the hulking stud, his jaw agape. Then he gulped loudly and spoke.
“Fuck, man,” he aspirated breathily. “Goddam, you’re so fuckin’ hot…”
He gave a curiously supplicatory smile. “I, uh, I’m Colby,” the boy said, just barely managing to get the words out.
Colby was slight and slim, but not scrawny. His gold-blond hair was only a few inches in length; the bangs had been styled so they stood up from his face. The look was trendy, but it utterly failed to give him the illusion of being any taller; the top of his head barely reached Joe’s shoulder.
The boy’s face was broad, with smooth, clear cheeks and very pale eyes the might have been light blue or light green, depending on the lighting. His lips were thick and full, giving him a somewhat petulant look; in fact, despite his obvious awe at his guest’s physique, there was an overwhelming impression of arrogant cockiness in the kid’s expression and manner.
“You a virgin, boy?” Joe grunted.
Colby’s silky-smooth chest with its small but erect nipples descended to his flat belly; below that, six inches of boycock jutted from a mass of gold pubes in which his thick, spunk-filled balls nestled like eggs. At the sound of Joe’s voice, the kid’s dick spasmed visibly. The sadistic killer smirked; he didn’t even need to play this one—the fish was already on the hook.
“I sucked dick before,” Colby said, eyeing Joe almost defiantly, as if challenging the stud’s tight to question him. “But I ain’t never taken it up the ass.”
“Then bend over, bitch, an’ I’ll plug yer hole,” Joe jeered.
“Whoa there, sexy,” Colby replied nonchalantly after making a visible effort to overcome his mindless lust, “I want my first time to be special. I want it rough, but that don’t mean it’s gotta be ghetto. Take your time, dude. Do me right.”
“Oh, I’m gonna do you right,” Joe growled, “Don’t worry about that, boy. I’m gonna do ya so right you ain’t never gonna want another man after tonight. I fuckin’ promise.”
Colby grinned, the expression giving his face a mischievous, elfin look. “Fuck yeah, man, that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout. C’mon in.”
The nude twink preceded Joe into the dark beyond the entryway, turning on the lights. The basement was large and only half-finished, with carpet and painted cinderblock walls. The overhead lighting was grim and stark, but sufficient to show that the area was partitioned off, not into separate rooms but into bays. One contained a desk with a computer, another had a couple of cheap leather recliners facing a large-screen TV attached to a game console. In the center of the basement, under the light, was a queen-sized bed. The top sheet was intertwined in a pile with the blanket and pillows, but the full design of its gaudy floral pattern could be easily seen on the taut fitted sheet still stretched over the mattress.
Colby strode to the mismatched nightstand on the right side of the bed. There was an ashtray on it; reaching into it, the teen pulled out a small wooden pipe and a lighter. Taking a deep toke form the pipe, the boy sat on the bed, silent for a good thirty seconds before exhaling a thick blue cloud of sweetly pungent smoke. He noticed that Joe was looking at a door in the opposite wall.
“That’s the bathroom, dude,” Colby said in a boastful tone, “And look around that corner—it’s a complete kitchen. Well, the oven don’t work, but who fuckin’ cooks anyway, y’know? Anyway, it’s all my own place. The folks don’t come down here, so I can do what I want. Not like they’re here tonight anyway—some kinda award dinner at Dad’s work. I told ‘em I gotta test tomorrow I gotta study for. I do, but it ain’t no biggie if I fail. Hey, wanna hit?” The boy took another hit from the pipe before offering it to Joe.
“Sure,” Joe said, accepting the pipe, then glancing significantly at the pile of twisted bedding. “So you want it hard, huh? Then clear that shit off the bed, boy—I’m gonna ride you like a fuckin’ bronco.”
The weed was sweet and strong; the little fuck had a good source. While Colby’s back was turned, Joe unzipped his jeans and extracted his long, thick tube of manmeat from down inside his pants leg. When Colby was done—it hadn’t taken him long; all he’d done was shove the bedding and the pillows off the other side of the bed onto the floor—he turned around and was confronted by Joe’s enormous cock, stiffening and throbbing.
“Goddam,” the punk gulped breathlessly, his pale eyes huge. “Jesus, yer hung like a horse—d-on’t, uh, don’t hurt me, okay?”
Joe said nothing.
“So whaddaya want? Want me to start suckin’ ya off?” the kid asked, his arrogance beginning to reassert itself. Joe decided it was time to take control of the situation; he just wanted an opening. That should be easy enough to find with this cocky little faggot.
Slowly shifting his thick muscled arms, Joe shrugged off the black leather vest. He held it in one hand, allowing Colby to take several minutes letting his eyes wander over the older man’s bulked-out chest, tracing the contours of Joe’s massive furry pectoral muscles surmounted by the thick jutting tabs of his nipples. The schoolboy’s gaze slipped down the alpha’s torso, taking in the ripped abs covered with a dark trail of hair that led down to the waistband beneath which his gigantic cock was dripping precum onto his glossy black combat boots.
The little homo was succumbing in awe to the sheer physical power of Joe’s body. The experienced killer smirked and, holding out his leather vest, shoved the kid. “Here,” he said gruffly, “Take care of this for me, dude, and I’ll treat ya right.”
Colby took the vest and wandered to the side of the room as if lost in thought. There was a dresser next to the bathroom door; it was covered with what looked like dirty underwear. The teen tossed the leather jacket casually on top.
It was the opening Joe had been looking for. He waited for Colby to cross back to him.
“That’s yer idea of takin’ care of my fuckin’ leather?” he growled. “Bitch, I’m gonna hafta teach you that you don’t ever disrespect a dude’s leather. Down on yer knees, faggot, and start lickin’ my boots. Put yer useless mouth to work, cunt—now.”
The teen seemed taken aback by the sudden command. Joe didn’t give him time to adjust his emotional bearings; grabbing the boy by the back of his head, the alpha forced him down. “Lick that precum off my fuckin’ boots, boy,” Joe hissed.
Tentatively, Colby obeyed, sticking out his tongue and lapping up the salty smears of transparent pre-ejaculate. “Keep goin’, ya little homo,” Joe demanded, “I wanna see you work the whole boot.” Doing what he was told, Colby found his dick getting painfully stiff as he worked the older man’s combat boot, feeling the texture of the leather uppers and the nylon laces with the tip of his tongue.
“Fuck, man,” Colby gasped, raising his head, “Dude, I love yer boots.”
“Yeah?” Joe said. He drew his right leg back, then kicked it viciously forward, catching the teen on the right side of his chest, up under the pec. It wasn’t hard enough to do any permanent damage, but it had sufficient power to leave a bruise—and flip the punk onto his back. “How about now?” the sadist jeered, “Ya likin’ ‘em now?”
“Wh-what’d ya wanna go an’ do that for?” Colby whined, blinking and rubbing the sore spot on his side.
“Cause it gets me off. Anyway, you said you like it rough. Whassa matter—you chicken out?”
“This isn’t what I wanted when I said I liked it rough,” the boy bitched, his entitled arrogance creeping back into his voice. There was something about that tone of privileged complaint that set Joe on edge.
And Joe’s edge was razor-sharp.
“This ain’t about what you want, you worthless faggot,” he snarled, looming over the prone youth. Lifting his left foot, he placed his boot in the center of Colby’s chest, right between the low rises of the boy’s pecs, his heel resting on the sternum. Leaning forward very slightly, the older man put just enough weight on his left foot to make it difficult for the lean young punk to breathe.
Colby wheezed and grasped at Joe’s boot, trying to pry it off. He was suddenly and painfully aware that he’d let in an incredibly powerful stranger, someone who might easily hurt him—and he didn’t think he’d be strong enough to stop him. The impression grew much deeper as his eyes ran up the dude’s body.
His gaze had naturally started down at the black leather Corcoran boot that was grinding uncomfortably into his chest, from there it slowly traveled up the left leg. Joe’s firm calf muscle and thick thigh were visible through the skin-tight faded denim. From there, the massive jutting cock, a viscous drop of precum dangling from the tip—
“Aah!” he cried as the hot pearl of manjuice plunged down, splashing into his right eye with a burning sensation. Joe smirked.
“Did that hurt, ya little pansy? Fuck, you ain’t gonna like what I got planned for ya tonight, then. Too fuckin’ bad.”
The alpha lifted his boot. Colby inhaled deeply, feeling a moment of relief before the hardbodied sadist brought the boot back down again, this time on his face. The teen squealed as he felt the deep tread grinding into the right side of his face. His left eye stared frantically upwards, seeking the face of his assailant.
His view was almost vertical now, but past Joe’s narrow waist, the teen could still make out the bulging, fur-lined pectorals of the muscle-bound predator—they were hard to miss, with the large hard points of his nipples protruding. Above, the alpha’s strong, hard jaw was obscured by the shadow of dark facial scruff that spread from cheek to cheek, split in the center by a contemptuously amused grin. The older man’s eyes were lit from within by a sardonically malevolent grin.
Joe was not only enjoying this, he was making his enjoyment obvious to Colby. He put more of his weight on his left foot, sinking the boot deeper into the kid’s face. Colby’s hands scrabbled frantically over the smooth leather boot, trying desperately to pry it off, when there was a loud snap and the schoolboy cried out in pain.
Lifting his foot, Joe bent down to inspect the damage, but the broken cheekbone had left no external mark and hadn’t had enough time to cause swelling yet. Disappointed, the alpha stood back up, considered for a moment, then raised his left foot high and stomped on Colby’s solar plexus, hard enough to leave the details of his tread as a bruise.
The crushing pain seemed to force the air completely out of the youth’s lungs, then lock them up. As he curled instantly into a fetal position and tried desperately to inhale, he could hear Joe speaking, but he didn’t take the words in. He was too busy trying not to pass out.
“Now yer feelin’ me, bitch. See, raw meat like you needs to be tenderized a little. Just lay back and relax, ya stupid cunt, and I’ll make damn sure you’re prepared for a real man’s cock.”
Colby managed to force air back into his lungs with a huge gasp. He hadn’t followed the import of Joe’s words, but he’d vaguely understood the gist. “D-don-don’t w-want—” he mumbled. Joe kicked him in the left flank, hard. Colby, still unable to regulate his breathing, could only moan.
“I already toldja this ain’t about what you want, you stupid fuckin’ fairy,” the alpha snarled. Bending down and clamping a single hand around the kid’s throat, Joe hoisted him, kicking and struggling, into the air. “It’s about what you need. You need to know your place and purpose in this world, you little sack a’ shit, and I’m the man to teach ‘em to ya. Saddle up, motherfucker, cause it’s time to learn.”
With a powerful lunge of his arm, Joe tossed Colby onto the bed. The teen landed flat on his back, coughing and stunned, his long shaft of boycock lying limply between his spread legs. His breath had only been cut off for about forty-five seconds, but it had seemed to be a terrifying eternity; the youth was still in too much pain and shock to process the words that had been spoken.
Colby still wasn’t sure what was happening. The hot older stud had so perfectly suited his fantasy top, right down to the leather vest and the boots, that any premonition of danger that the kid might have had (not that he’d had any) would have been ignored. In his natural arrogance, the teen had presumed that his smooth twink body would be treated with due reverence.
It was obvious that he was wrong; he was just too stupid to realize it until Joe suddenly appeared on the bed, forcibly parting his legs. “W-wait—” Colby moaned, surprised at how much it hurt to speak. He hadn’t realize how badly the right side of his face was swollen.
“I ain’t waitin’ for shit, faggot,” Joe snarled as he grabbed the schoolboy’s ankles and hoisted them into the air. He leaned forward and Colby felt something warm, moist, and very large pressing against his asscheeks. Realizing what was about to happen, he tensed in physical fear.
“N-no, man, don-don’t, not like oh dear fuckin’ god it hurts get it out getitoutGETITOUT!” he screamed as Joe plowed his massive tube of manmeat into the punk’s fuckhole, driving his shaft as deeply into the teen’s guts as he could.
With a vicious swipe of his strong hair forearm, Joe backhanded Colby across the face. “Shaddup,” the older man barked, “This is whatcha fuckin’ wanted, ain’t it, boy? Shaddup and take a real man’s dick, ya whinin’ little faggot!”
Unused to any kind of self-control, the teen kept moaning loudly. The searing sense of impalement, of his tender asshole being torn open, kept virtually all rational thought at bay; the boy was operating on response to stimuli. Every now and then, a fleeting lucid thought was spun up by the vortex of pain and fear that had become his reality. One of them was a quick visualization of himself, seated over at the table, bent over an algebra textbook.
Another was the realization that in spite of everything, his own cock was hard; he could feel it, straining and oozing, slapping wetly against the alpha’s firm furry belly with every deep thrust up his ass. He didn’t know that it was the inevitable result of Joe’s thick tool massaging his prostate—he didn’t need to know. It just was.
Joe knew. He also knew that the punk wasn’t going to be quiet. “You goddam cockpig, I toldja to stop fuckin’ squealin’,” he muttered through ominously clenched teeth, “I swear to fuckin’ God, I’ll give ya something to squeal about. Yer gonna die tonight, right here in yer fuckin’ bed, ridin’ my cock. You feelin’ me here, asswipe? No?”
Again, Colby heard the words, but could only stare blankly into the hard, scruff-covered face of the hardbodied top. He hurt, oh God, he hurt so bad, he was so full of cock…
Then Joe wrapped his hands around Colby’s throat and began to squeeze, and everything changed.
The words Joe had spoken hit home; even the searing agony and psychological trauma of violent rape couldn’t compete with shock of sudden cessation of air. Joe had told Colby he was gonna die; suddenly, Colby comprehended him.
Joe could see the comprehension in the schoolboi’s eyes, too—the way they widened, the desperate spark of terror flashing into existence like a newly-lit beacon. “Yeah,” he whispered hoarsely as he bent he face closely to Colby’s, grinning erotically, “Now yer feelin’ me, faggot.”
Then all he had to do was hold on and let the teen do the work. The young ones were always good at this; they fought it hard, their strong bodies milking his shaft vigorously as they struggled vainly to stave off a long, slow death. And as Joe had expected, the virgin cunt was especially talented in this.
Colby was too busy trying to breathe to appreciate his guest’s enjoyment of his body—something that he would have taken great pleasure in, in other circumstances. As it was, the schoolboi was being crushed in the iron grip of claustrophobic panic. He was trapped, inexorably trapped under a heaving, pumping mass of muscle and fur.
The irony was lost on Colby—he’d wanted so badly to be pinned under a hot stud, getting relentlessly fucked, and now that it was happening, he was doing everything within his power to stop it. Problem was, of course, that his power was nothing compared to that of the hot stud’s.
As the strong hands remorselessly crushed his windpipe, the teen boy clawed frantically at Joe’s arms. His nails abraded the strongman’s skin, but did little other damage. Joe merely smirked. “G’wan, ya little fuck,” he jeered, “Keep fightin’ it. Maybe if ya try hard enough, I’ll let ya breathe. If ya make me cum, I might even let ya live. How’s that sound, ya sad little piece a’ shit? Milk a load outta my cock and I might not snuff ya. Whattaya got to lose?”
If the youth had been able to control his fear, he might have tried to take Joe up on his facetious offer. Of course, if the spoiled teen punk had had that kind of self-control, he wouldn’t have been in this situation in the first place. As it was, he continued to thrash violently, his colon spastically clenching Joe’s throbbing shaft.
The sadistic alpha tightened his grip on the kid’s throat, feeling the esophagus bend and distort beneath his fingers as he applied pressure. The deeper his fingers sank into Colby’s airway, the more energetically the kid flailed. His bare heels drummed on Joe’s taut, denim-covered ass, doing little damage but providing a brisk rhythmic beat to his own murder.
“Y’know,” Joe murmured, almost philosophically, “Yer parents are probably gonna be the ones to find your splayed-out, reamed-out corpse. That turns me on, faggot.”
It had been almost two minutes since Colby had last inhaled. He was wracked with pain, but not the pain of the boot-stomping he’d endured or even the pain of brutal assrape; these had faded as the mortal pain of asphyxiation had gained ground. There was a desperate burning sensation in his chest, as if his lungs were being sucked inside-out into a vacuum. The crushing agony in his throat was horrific—worse, the inability to breathe had triggered an uncontrollable urge to retch; his entire torso was wracked with vomitous spasms that ended futilely in his closed-off throat.
The worst, though, seemed to come from two different and widely spaced sensations that somehow seemed inextricably linked. The terrible pounding pain in his head, the jackhammering of his frenetic pulse inside his skull, felt as if it was on the verge of literally blowing his head wide open. And pulsing, swelling and subsiding excruciatingly at the same tempo, the teen’s balls were sinks of unbearable heat that radiated up his aching dick.
As his face darkened and swelled, violent black explosions began to blot out Colby’s field of vision. He didn’t know that blood vessels were rupturing as his large pale eyes bulged grotesquely from their sockets. Sections of his brain were starting to die at an accelerated rate; he could still feel his painfully throbbing cock, but not the drool being forced out past his black protruding tongue.
His frantic, desperate clawing was purely instinctual at this point; he was unaware of the fact that he was slapping ineffectually at Joe’s massive pecs—it was as useless as beating a marble statue. As another section of his brain failed from oxygen deprivation, the teen’s fingers curled and locked involuntarily; he raked them through Joe’s coarse, wiry chest hairs, his nails leaving vivid red streaks on the skin underneath.
And throughout the entire ordeal, he continued to buck his hips and clench his sphincter and colon on an increasingly rapid tempo. Joe’s hard muscled body glistened in the bleak overhead light as he held on, feeling his sperm seething in his balls, feeling the dying schoolboy sweating and shuddering beneath him, the way the teen’s smooth skin slid erotically beneath his flesh—
—and tensing his body automatically, he felt a sudden give beneath his hands, accompanied by loud and instinctively satisfying crunch as he crushed Colby’s trachea into a bloody mangled mass of cartilage.
It was as if a switch had been flipped for them both. Too much of Colby’s brain was dead for him to realize consciously that his throat had collapsed and that death was inevitable; even if it hadn’t been, he’d already suffered massive brain damage. There was enough of him left to suffer, though; the nerve endings were still intact, as was the pain center deep in the cerebellum. And there was a tiny corner in which what was left of the teen’s cocky, vain personality screamed into the agonizing darkness.
For Joe, the simmering stew of manseed in his scrotum finally boiled over. Gripping the schoolboy’s throat tightly, he jerked his hands in opposite directions, literally wringing Colby’s neck as he pumped his load into the dying kid’s guts.
As dark fireworks overwhelmed his vision and his mind, Colby felt the heat flowing into him. Despite the fact that he was exiting his short, useless life in a howling nightmare of pain and terror, there was something somehow—satisfying—about the sensation. The dying spark of his craven faggot soul felt a brief sense of relief as his aching, hormone-filled teen balls drained spontaneously, thick ropy strands of boycum erupting convulsively from his jutting cock and spewing wad after wad of teen spunk over his smooth, slick belly and into Joe’s sweat-moistened body fur.
It took Joe a few minutes to regain some composure; after a bit, he stopped shuddering and gasping and was able to pull his still-hard cock out of the teen’s corpse. It had taken him a little longer than usual because the schoolboy’s body had continued to convulse and tremble after death, milking the last drop of manseed from Joe’s engorged member.
Joe stepped into the bathroom and wetted a hand towel at the sink; the bathroom was filthy, but the hand towel didn’t seem to have been used. Based on the state of the bathroom, the lazy little homo probably didn’t even know what it was for. Once he was done with it, he dropped it in the toilet and flushed it. The towel vanished from sight before getting stuck; Joe watched the bowl start to overflow before leaving the room, having already tucked his potent manhood back into his jeans.
Back in the bedroom area, he grabbed his leather vest. As he slipped it on, he admired his kill. The schoolboi was sprawled in the center of the bed, his legs spread wide with a dark stain between them where Joe’s cum had overflowed the slut’s ass. The kid’s belly and chest were covered with his own spunk—it literally looked like quarts of it, already sticky and drying to a glaze—and his ghastly black face, swollen and staring blankly at the ceiling, showed clearly the horrible slow torture of his rape and murder.
It was hot as fuck. He couldn’t help admiring it, even as the carpet under his boots became sodden from water leaking out of the bathroom.
Suddenly there was sound from around the corner. A light appeared there, showing the silhouette of someone standing at the top of a staircase. “Colby?” a woman’s voice called out, “Are you down there? We’re back.”
Joe pressed himself against the wall, keeping silent.
“It’s a shame you couldn’t come, Colby—your dad got a twenty-year service award. It’s a twenty-five dollar gold piece! Once he’s out of his suit, I’ll have him come down and show it to you.”
The door closed. It took Joe no more than thirty seconds to locate Colby’s phone and pocket it, and another thirty to get out of the house by the basement exit.
As he turned onto the highway acceleration ramp, he caught a glimpse of a police car in his rearview mirror, heading in the direction in which he’d left. He grinned—those people would never realize the favor he’d done for them, offing that worthless leech. Oh well, no true artist was appreciated in his own time.
A Thanksgiving Family Tradition By Gay Slavemeat Gsmeat2@gmail.com
This site features wonderful stories of alpha males torturing to death worthless male scum, and a few about those of us who realize our pathetic status cooperating in the events.
But it’s Thanksgiving, and time to stop and consider all the wonderful families, and family traditions, that are so positive. This is a story of a wonderful family, a community that appreciates them, and an inspiring young male who is given a chance to give back. I hope you enjoy it – and always welcome and appreciate ay feedback.
It was the day before Thanksgiving, and Matt was excited as he approached the door of the Wilkins mansion. It was a huge estate, and it had taken him ten minutes just to walk from the main gate to the front door, after being admitted by one of the guards. Nervous and anxious about whether he was good enough to deserve the honor that awaited him, he hardly noticed the wonderful holiday decorations that lined the path to celebrate the start of the holiday season, from outdoor tree lights to decorated statues of reindeer pulling sleighs. Snow covered the yard, creating a beautiful winter wonderland, as befits a home that thoroughly enjoys the holidays and has the means to do so. Ordinarily, Matt would have reveled in the surroundings, since this was also his favorite time of year, but he was just too excited. Nervously, he rang the bell as he had been instructed to do.
The Wilkins family was by far the wealthiest in the small Southern town where Matt lived, and in fact they pretty much ran the place, owning most of it, as they had done for many generations. It was a large family, and everyone respected them not only for their wealth and power, but also for what wonderful people they all appeared to be and the generosity they always showed others. Matt attended the local high school with one of the boys, Jim, before graduating and getting a job in one of their factories. Despite their vast difference in prestige and wealth, Jim had treated Matt as a real friend, never belittling him or any of the other kids or taking advantage. Indeed, Matt had been to the mansion before for Jim’s birthday parties and other events, which took advantage of their huge, manicured grassy yard for a vigorous football game and their Olympic sized pool in which they played water polo and had a really fun water fight. Those parties were among Matt’s favorite memories of high school.
Matt’s own situation wasn’t all that great, as he’d been thrown out by his step-father and forced to live on his own since he was 15. That’s because Matt let it leak out that he was gay, and that was unacceptable. Fortunately, a Wilkins family trust had set up a shelter for homeless teens, and he was able to live there until he could finish high school and support himself. The fact he was gay didn’t bother them at all, and he and Jim had “experimented” many times to see if Jim liked gay sex. He did, and it helped make them even closer friends, although not really lovers. Jim wanted to keep his options open, which Matt fully understood. That didn’t stop him from being allowed to suck Jim’s cock or let Jim shove it into Matt’s very tight and willing asshole. Matt thought Jim’s sperm tasted particularly good when Jim shot his load into Matt’s mouth, and was very willing to clean off the cock after the load went up Matt’s ass.
Matt had been one of about 50 local male teens who had applied to join the Wilkins’ family as their guest for Thanksgiving. He was surprised and thrilled when he learned he’d been chosen. It was a tradition the Wilkins’ enjoyed that was a bit unusual, but everyone in town agreed that it was appropriate given all that the family did for the town. So, lots of young guys applied and it was a real honor to be selected, even including a feature in the local newspaper.
After Matt rang the bell, it did not take long for him to hear someone approaching the door, and he was pleased that it was Jim who answered.
“Welcome,” Jim greeted him sincerely. “You’re right on time. And, if I may say so, I’m delighted to see you’re happy to be here. That’s kind of impressive given the snow.”
Matt appreciated the warmth of the welcome, and they both laughed at Jim’s reference. Part of Matt’s instructions had been to show up naked, and the thrill of being featured at the Wilkins’ Holiday tradition had gotten him sexually excited. He was sporting a very enthusiastic erection despite the wintry weather.
“Well, being inside will help keep it that way, and of course it’s available to entertain you if you’d like,” Matt responded. While Jim’s favorite activity was butt-fucking Matt when they were together, Jim also enjoyed watching Matt jerk off for Jim’s entertainment.
“Come right in — and I have no doubt you’ll cum again,” Jim continued the joke. “I probably will make some use of your eager little cock, since dad says you can spend the night in my room. But that’s later, and probably only after you’ve entertained everyone else first. Many of the guys who join us get all nervous and can’t keep their pricks hard, which isn’t as much fun. In fact, last year we picked Dan Young – remember him from football? But Dan was a total dud in that respect and never did manage to shoot a load, although he was a nice kid nonetheless and we had a good Thanksgiving. I’m sure you’ll get a chance to show off.
“Meanwhile, the rest of the family is here and they want to get going with planning for tomorrow. So how about if you sort of hold the thought — or maybe hold the cock? Do keep it hard, as they’ll like that. Last year’s experience with Dan made things a little less fun. That’s part of the reason we all wanted to try inviting a gay guy this year, and I know you’ve shot some great loads while all of us watched during my parties here.”
“No problem. The event turns me on, so I’ll just not try to hide it. Being hard and staying that way is, after all, my great skill.” The two friends laughed loudly at their exchange, both very turned on by the conversation.
Matt stoked his cock to assure it stayed firm and Jim led him into the main family room, where everyone had gathered. Jim was wearing shorts, sneakers, and a very tight T-shirt that featured his impressive physique. Matt was quite content to walk behind him and admire Jim’s backside. The thought of spending the night with Jim assured Matt’s continued arousal.
“See, I told you he’d arrive right on time. And look, he’s even happy to see us.” Jim pointed at Matt’s cock as he made his introduction, and everyone chuckled.
“That’s a nice muscle you have there, son,” Mr. Wilkins observed.
“Jim says it spurts nicely too, and that you also have a nice, tight butthole. He says you’re gay and that you two have been enjoying some fairly intense guy time.”
“Yes, sir,” Matt replied, surprised how open Jim was with his father, and how it was obviously no big deal at all. “But I must acknowledge that Jim’s is a little bigger, and he has been expanding my backside a bit from time to time.” Matt wanted to complement his friend, given how gracious Jim had always been to him, and his suspicion that Jim had been the one who assured Matt’s selection.
“Yeah, so I’ve noticed when we have family orgies. Jim and his brothers usually put on a pretty good show for the rest of us before they submit to the demands of their sisters and cousins. I think it’s sort of a Wilkins tradition to go both ways, and it sure makes for great parties. We’re planning one tonight as part of our Thanksgiving preparations, as you may be aware, so I hope you’ll feel free to join in however you’d like. In fact, guests should be arriving about now, so how about if we all get naked?”
With that, Mr. Wilkins began to strip, and the rest of the family followed suit. Once Jim was out of his clothes, Matt could see that he was indeed interested, showing off his own impressive manhood at full attention. What surprised Matt was the size of Mr. Wilkins’s penis, as it too was quickly erect. Jim had two brothers, twin teenagers who were just a little younger than Jim. They were also eager participants in the display of manhood. Jim’s mother and sisters were also there, but they did not immediately get undressed. Instead, they made rude comments on the males as they compared and rated the male equipment on display.
The guests did indeed show up shortly after the males stripped, and Matt recognized many of them. There were about 10 others, and the newly arrived males quickly got naked as Mr. Wilkins offered everyone drinks and a waiter arrived with elegant appetizers. The waiter was a wonderfully handsome and well built black male of about 18, with light-colored skin that suggested a mixed heritage. He was dressed only in a formal bow tie, and had the largest cock in the room. Mr. Wilkins introduced him to Matt as one of his illegitimate sons, noting that the stud’s mother and her husband would be joining them shortly as soon as she finished her chores.
“We’ve long ago gotten over our silly prejudices, and all of us like to have sex together. I’m pretty sure I’m Tom’s father, but not absolutely so. It might be one of my cousins, or even his legal father. But he seems a little light-skinned for that. It doesn’t matter of course, His legal father has certainly had lots of fun with my wife and the rest of our family — both men and women. Heck, we’re not really sure if Bill there is my kid or if he was conceived when his older cousin got a little carried away with his mother. But who cares?”
Once the food was served, the beautiful young black waiter was invited to join the party. Matt hoped he’d be able to show that he too had no prejudices by offering the gorgeous young black male Matt’s eager white body as a sex toy.
While the food and drink were appealing, the real appeal was the collection of sexually attractive naked male bodies, and Matt quickly understood the rules on how the orgy would begin. The women were in charge, and the guys had to suck and fuck each other exactly as instructed. The women had removed their outer garments, revealing stunning outfits that showed their roles as dominatrix’s. Mr. Wilkins had made a quick announcement once everyone arrived, before everyone got into the orgy:
“Welcome everyone. This is my favorite holiday, which is why we’ve made it a two-day event. And as always, we’re starting with an orgy among our very favorite friends and relatives. But first let me introduce Matt here, who has been selected as our guest of honor. I should let you know he’s gay, so he’ll probably prefer fucking with the guys, but obviously that’s up to the women, since they’re in charge for our first round of fun. I do know that Jim thinks pretty highly of his rather cute behind.”
Matt had never participated in a real orgy, although it had always been a fantasy of his, and it turned out to be a lot more exciting than he had even imagined. Like the rest of the males, he was turned on by the fact of being directed by the women, who were polite and confined the use of his body to male sex only. Under their direction, all the guys took turns having sex with him, since it turned out that one of the characteristics of the Wilkins family was that everyone was bi-sexual. They chose their friends the same way. Matt was fucked and sucked, and he had lots of fun sucking off the eager cocks that were presented for him to service. Matt was particularly turned on when one of Jim’s sisters ordered Matt to butt-fuck Jim, which Matt had not done before even though Jim frequently plugged Matt’s hole. She made it particularly exciting by tying Jim face down on a fuck-horse that had been brought into the middle of the room for that sort of use.
“It’s about time Jim developed a little humility,” his sister said. “He’s been far too proud of that cock of his, and he hasn’t been on the receiving end near enough.” With that, she ordered all the males to fuck Jim once Matt was done, and even strapped on a dildo herself to add to the fun. The other women liked that idea, so Jim got fucked by literally everyone at the orgy. Matt was pleased that he had been allowed to go first, and Jim was a very good sport about the fun at his expense. His hard cock stayed that way as he was fucked, so it was clear he wasn’t too unhappy.
It didn’t take too long before the orgy changed from its dominatrix theme to just an all-American fuck fest. Couples coupled at will, and there were clearly no limits on what was permitted. A few of them started an S&M theme, and Matt found himself getting a thorough whipping on his back by one of the twins while the other twin sucked his cock. He found that surprisingly enjoyable, albeit painful. Matt also got a bit bold, and inquired of the young black dude who had so turned him on if there was any way Matt could please him sexually. It was no time at all after that when Matt felt the pleasure of a huge black cock up his ass, culminating in a spasm of cum filling Matt’s hole that sent Matt’s own cock into orgasm yet again.
The party lasted for hours, moving from an orgy to a drinking festival, with lots of friendly conversations. Everyone was extremely nice to Matt, and he felt this was the best night of his life. It had never occurred to him that the Wilkins family would include him the way they had done. He had assumed he’d just show up for the Thanksgiving dinner.
After everyone was exhausted and sexually spent, Mr. Wilkins suggested they all gather around on the sofas to figure out the events for the next day.
“Well, that was a fun start,” he began. But keep in mind we don’t need to end the fun. Feel free to pick and swap sex partners for the rest of the evening and throughout the night. There are lots of bedrooms, and no need to confine ourselves to just one — or even two or three!” The family and guests clapped and cheered, and it was obvious that people were lining up possibilities for their next sessions.
“Matt, we like to plan in some detail for our feast, so I wonder if you’d mind standing in the middle, here on this coffee table. If you could get hard again that would be great, but given how many times I noticed you cum I will understand if you’re tapped out.”
Matt was more than happy to oblige and put himself on display. Matt got a nice round of applause and a cheer when his penis achieved its full size. He was quite pleased with himself, and not the least self-conscious as he stood naked and hard in the middle of the room with everyone staring at his young, firm body.
“Great. Well done, Matt. I think you may be our best feature yet.
“So, how much do you weigh?”
“145 pounds, sir.”
“Great. It looks like there’s not much fat, so that probably means 8 hours cooking time with our special oven, after we remove some of the internal organs that don’t cook well and drain the fluids. What time do people want to eat tomorrow?”
There was a consensus, after minimal conversations that dinner at around 5 pm would work well.
“OK, that means the meat will need to go in the oven at 9 am. It usually takes me about an hour to prepare the carcass and get all the seasonings and stuffing in place, so that means we need to have the beheading promptly at 8. Is that too early for anyone?”
The group enthusiastically assured Mr. Wilkins that they would be up and ready in plenty of time.
“And how about our “turkey”? Is being processed starting about 7 am and snuffed at 8 convenient for you?”
Matt was once again impressed with the courtesy of the family, and assured Mr. Wilkins that this timing would be fine. While he hadn’t known the details, he had been fully aware that the invitation to the dinner was, in fact, an invitation to be killed, gutted, stuffed and cooked as the main entree for the meal. Letting the Wilkins family butcher and eat a handsome teen volunteer as their Thanksgiving feast (and again at Christmas) was a trivial way in which the town expressed its appreciation for the great patrons. Indeed, Matt recalled reading that in a prior year the mayor himself had donated his oldest son in appreciation for help the family had given the city after a hurricane caused major damage. The Wilkins had included the mayor’s entire family at the feast in response, and while he was very nervous at the start of the orgy when he was asked to masturbate with his family watching and Jim fucking his virgin ass, the son had eventually provided some great sex and had cooked up well. As usual, everyone had a wonderful time.
“That’s good,” Mr. Wilkins continued. “Now, one other thing. We have found it’s a lot more fun if we prolong the butchering of the boy we’re going to cook for our meal. It gets everyone in a good mood and the follow-on sex orgy while we can smell the meat cooking is intense. Is it OK if we use you that way? It involves trying to keep you alive as long as possible while we get you ready for the oven. For example, we will need to cut off your cock and balls to get into some of the cavities where the stuffing will go. We could of course behead you first — which is a quick way to go — and then do the prep for the stuffing once you’re dead, but it’s more entertaining for us if we start by cutting off your genitals — very slowly, cutting off the penis and each testicle separately — while we watch you suffer and listen to you scream. You’ll also probably be alive while we take out your intestines, and maybe even some of the internal organs. Guys don’t last the full hour of prep, but maybe you’ll be the first, and actually die by beheading. Either way, we do like to let the guy have one last orgasm, which is also fun to watch. If you’re OK with providing the entertainment, we’ll cut off your prick very carefully just as you start to shoot.”
Matt had no hesitation in agreeing to the torture/snuff session. In fact, it turned him on to think how much entertainment his final processing would provide for such a wonderful group of people. He wanted to represent the town well in expressing their gratitude, and what better way than to let them add the fun of a torture session to their festivities?
The last part of the ceremony was for guests to identify parts of Matt’s body that they’d like to have carved as their individual entree when it came time to serve the meat. Mr. Wilkins took notes as the guests prodded and poked Matt’s displayed flesh to determine what part they’d most enjoy. Several asked Matt’s suggestions and he was fully engaged in the conversations about which parts of him would taste best. The twins wanted matching cuts of meat, originally focusing on his pecks. But they were worried there wouldn’t be enough meat for them given how hungry they would be, and after talking with Matt they decided to enjoy his butt meat, one taking the right buttock and the other choosing the left. Mr. and Mrs. Wilkins then selected the pecks. Matt was especially pleased to learn that his genitals would be sown back on after the stuffing was inserted, and that Jim had been selected to include them as part of his meal.
“I doubt they taste very good, but it just seems like fun to eat another guy’s manhood, especially when you’ve enjoyed it sexually,” Jim explained. Matt offered the hope that Jim would enjoy the delicacy. Mr. Wilkins suggested perhaps Jim would want to consume the testicles raw, which he could do while Matt was still alive and able to watch. He said that in his experience young human testicles tasted better fresh and raw. Both Jim and Matt really liked that idea, so Mr. Wilkins made a note about a slight change in his usual procedures.
The guests soon turned back to drinking and fucking, and the evening went on well into the night and beyond — since they traded partners frequently even after supposedly heading to their nightly rest. Matt spent his final night in Jim’s room as promised, but they had lots of visitors. Jim joked that the main task for his dad the next day would be draining all the cum from Matt’s belly. They both found that pretty amusing, and the next day there was in fact a fair residue of the evening’s fun.
When everyone had gathered for breakfast, Mr. Wilkins placed Matt face up on a huge, man-shaped platter. The carving worked well, starting with Matt entertaining the group with a vigorous masturbation. As he shot his load, Mr. Wilkins reached to the base of his penis and slowly cut it off, lingering long enough for Matt’s sperm to spew all over his belly. Once the penis was removed, Mr. Wilkins spread the cum across the belly, pointing out that it helped flavor the skin nicely. Matt’s scrotum was removed next, exposing his testicles for their individual removal. Jim did the honors there, as agreed, and made sure Matt could watch as he carefully consumed each of Matt’s man-seeds. Matt could remain conscious for the event, grateful for the chance to see himself being used so appropriately. Jim, in turn, decided his dad was right and realized he had found a new delicacy to enjoy. Then the expert chef went through the process of removing Matt’s internal organs.
While Matt didn’t last all the way to the ceremonial beheading that climaxed the preparations, he lasted a long time and provided lots of enjoyment for the deserving family and their guests with his obvious suffering and constant screams of pain. Although it wasn’t Jim’s turn this year, the family agreed that he could do the actual beheading given their relationship, and he did an excellent job wielding the axe, getting a nice clean cut. There were the usual cheers as the head rolled off the platter, and several of the male guests took advantage of it by using the mouth for one last chance to fuck their guest — with Jim getting the final shot. Mr. Wilkins then added Matt’s head to the cabinet where he kept his annual souvenirs, noting that
Matt was clearly the most fun to use and prepare.
Best of all, Matt proved a delicious main course, providing fresh, willing meat to culminate a quant family tradition. There were hardly any leftovers, and it was one of their best Thanksgiving feasts.