Terminal Therapy by Gay Slavemeat Gsmeat2@gmail.com

I had a particularly satisfying orgasm recently while re-reading Den’s “Joe & Skyler Take a Captive” – imagining myself as the willing victim and also thinking about the comment Master Mac made to my “Bus Stop” story about a slave he owns.  As I enjoyed the cum I’d spewed over my belly and chest, it occurred to me that his reference could be a potential story for this site.  So, thanks Den and Master Mac.  I hope you (and others) enjoy it.

 

Mac opened the door and greeted the large, muscular man on his doorstep.  “Welcome.  I’m Master Mac, and you must be Ashton.  Do you go by Ash?”

 

“I go by Mr. Schmidt,” the man replied coldly, ignoring the offered handshake and brushing past Mac as he entered the room.  “Do you have the money?”

 

“I do.”  Mac ignored the rudeness and handed the visitor $2,000 in $100 bills.  After some negotiation, it had been the agreed fee.

 

“Where’s the fag slave you want off’d?”  Mac pointed at a young man standing naked in the living room.  He was in his mid-twenties, fit, and quite good looking., his body nicely tanned and devoid of any body hair.      The youth knew full well what was planned, but did not move or speak.  His head was slightly bowed.

 

“This is Jimmy.  If you’d like to sit down, we can finalize the details.”  Schmidt grunted and proceeded to the only nice chair in the rather dingy living room.  “Might as well get this over with.  I don’t know what you’re master of, but this place sure is a dump.”

 

Mac again ignored the slight, and walked over to his guest carrying a bottle of whisky and two glasses.  “I understand you like good Kentucky Whisky, and I inherited a 20-year-old bottle of Boundary Oak that I just opened for this occasion.  Would you like to share some?

 

This presented a dilemma for Schmidt.  He did indeed like high quality whisky, and he knew that this was probably the most expensive brand there was.  Much as he was disgusted by the drab surroundings and unimpressed with his host, he did figure the whisky would be good, and he’d never had any of this brand.  “OK, I’ll have some.  Make it a double.  Neat.  And the price just went up – you don’t get any and I get to keep the bottle as part of my fee.”

 

Mac remained obliging, agreed to the new term, and put one of the glasses back on the shelf.  He poured a generous double shot into the other one and handed it to his guest.  Schmidt reached out and also took the bottle.  It appeared to be the real thing, and that meant he had nearly doubled his fee.  He knew an aged bottle of Boundary Oak would fetch at least a couple thousand dollars at auction.  Maybe this job wouldn’t be a total loss after all.

 

“I covered a little of the situation in our email exchanges, but obviously didn’t lay out all of it.  You see, when Jimmy was almost 18 he was caught shop-lifting and resisted arrest, punching a cop.  The Judge decided to make an example of him, had him tried as an adult, and sentenced him to 7 years.   It was a severe sentence, but the local police chief had been really pissed at Jimmy and he’s quite powerful in these parts.  So Jimmy went to prison, where he was regularly and  brutally raped by a bunch of the other prisoners and guards.  Jimmy was a straight kid, so it not only fucked him up physically it really fucked him up sexually.  What put him over the edge was one night when some of the more brutal inmates and guards joined forces to torture another young prisoner, not only beating him severely and gang-raping his ass but ultimately chocking him to death.  Then they cut him into pieces and bar-be-cued the meat for their dinner.  Jimmy was forced to watch all of this and suck off the perpetrators while they waited their turn to rape the victim.  He’s never been able to get that scene out of his mind, especially the part when the kid finally died, shooting a large load of cum as he was simultaneously butt-fucked and strangled.  As the dying cock shot out the load, the guard who had won the draw and was doing the fucking and killing cut into the kid’s genitals, pulling out the cock and a bunch of intestines.  Two other guards ate the kid’s balls, since those are a delicacy, but Jimmy was forced to lick up the cum and eat the cock and the intestines attached to it.  He was also gang-raped while they waited for the kid’s meat to cook.  It was traumatic.

 

“I met Jimmy when I was serving some time in prison myself, and in due course I persuaded him to become my slave.  I rent him out as a prostitute for a good fee, which supplements what I can make from this farm I inherited last year.  You’re right – it’s not impressive, but it’s mine.

 

“I actually have grown very fond of Jimmy, and I used some of  the extra money he earns as a whore to get Jimmy therapy.  He’s no longer straight, and OK about being gay, and he accepts his proper role is as a slave.  The therapy had the results I was after.  But he still can’t get over the scenes in prison.  He visualizes himself in the scene, and his therapist said he won’t ever be able to get over it, I’ve tortured him severely, but it’s not enough.  Jimmy has accepted that too, so he is ready to encounter death., almost eager.  He wants to do it by re-enacting that scene.  Given my affection for Jimmy, I don’t want him to live his life constantly in emotional pain.  So he and I agreed we’d have to act.  That’s where you come in.”

 

Schmidt had been focusing on the whisky, and showed no reaction to the story.  “That’s pretty pathetic.  I really don’t give a fuck about your problems.  And I hate fags.  But I do kill people for a living, and I’m willing to kill Jimmy if I get paid to do it.  By the way, the whisky isn’t all that great – you’re full of disappointments.

 

“But why don’t you kill him yourself if you “love” him so much?  It’s easy.  You’ve probably got an axe around here, and you could have him kneel over the tree stump I saw out front.  If you whack him in the back of the neck he probably won’t even freak out much and you can get a nice, clean cut.  It’s fun to watch the head tumble onto the ground and the body gush out a torrent of blood and such from the severed neck.  Or if you want to watch him die a little more slowly, which I recommend for a worthless piece of shit like him, then just stab him in the heart.  Here, you can even use my Bowie knife.  Just aim a little to the left of his chest and you should enter the heart directly.  He’ll be dead pretty quickly, but it’ll be more entertaining.”  Schmidt was disgusted with Mc’s reluctance, and his tone showed it.  He took out a large Bowie knife from a sheaf attached to his belt and placed it on the table with the sharp end pointing at Jimmy.

 

“I understand, and those are excellent suggestions.  You’re clearly a professional.  But Jimmy wants the scene in the prison, complete with torture, strangulation, and an orgasm timed to coincide with the point of death.  I’m just not capable of killing someone I care about, especially that brutally.   I really need for you to do it.”

 

“OK.  If you’re a coward as well as a fag, I’ll take care of the job.  You’re obviously no ”master.”  But if I’m only getting two  grand and some expensive booze that isn’t all that great, I get to do it the way I want.  And that won’t be quick.  It will be a lot worse than what happened to the kid in prison.  That’s the only reason I’m willing to consider this at such a small fee.  I normally get a whole lot more.”  Schmidt had had several shots of the booze, even though he claimed not to like it, and it made him a bit talkative.  Given his personality, that also meant he was into bragging about his exploits.  “When I do a typical job, I get at least $10,000 and usually more.  My clients are very wealthy and powerful people who need someone taken out quietly and permanently, with no risk of the event being blamed on them.  So most of the time it’s poison that isn’t traceable, or “accidents” that I arrange.  Every now and then it’s a vengeance killing, and those are more fun.  I get to be personal with the victim, making sure he knows who ordered his death and making sure it’s very painful and slow.  In those cases, I almost always include fucking the guy, which adds a lot of humiliation and some fun for me.  I’m no fag, but I’ll fuck fags when it’s part of the process of snuffing them – like you all deserve.

 

Mac ignored the homophobia, which he was used to in his part of the world, but he was curious.  “Don’t you worry that they’ll have you killed to keep you quiet?  Aren’t they at risk of being blackmailed?”

 

Schmidt was in a mood to brag some more.  ” I got that covered.  First off, most of them are repeat customers, so they’ll need my services again.  Havin someone killed is a great permanent solution to a problem.  Second, I always create clear evidence of what I did, pointing to the person who hired me.  But it also deliberately points to me as well.  So it’s a mutual threat.  If they have me killed, I’ve arranged for all that to be revealed.  But if I blackmail them, I’d be exposed as well.  So my clients and I can “trust” each other.  It’s worked well, and I’ve never turned on anyone who hires me.  After all, I’m a professional.”

 

Mac responded to the descriptions and the terms gratefully.  “I fully understand, and you made that very clear in our exchanges.  Besides, what Jimmy apparently needs is to replay the horrors of the scene he saw in prison.  The kid who got snuffed had lots of bad things done to him before he died, like having bones broken and being subjected to electricity on his genitals.  Whatever you decide will probably be an important part of the experience for him.  But at the end, as he died, the kid shot a big load that the rapists responded to by cutting off his cock as it spewed its final orgasm, as I described.   Jimmy wants that to be part of what he experiences, and I think it would be fun to watch, so that’s the only real constraint on the scene.  I suspect you’d enjoy doing that.  Otherwise there are no limits.  I’ll butcher the dead body, and if you want to join me for dinner you’re welcome to do so.”

 

Schmidt considered what Mac had said, and now took a careful look at Jimmy.  The kid was remarkably good looking.  Schmidt never admitted, even to himself, that he was turned on by young males so long as he could dominate them, ideally killing them.  Somehow that didn’t constitute being gay.  Nor did the fact he enjoyed watching young guys cum, which usually generated an orgasm on his part as well.  He especially liked it when they shot their final load while he choked them to death, his cock up their ass, so he could feel the wonderful pressure as the male’s death spasms caused the sphincter to tighten on his cock and sent him into wild sexual ecstasy. That’s obviously what happened in the prison scene.   So, he figured this might be a fun afternoon after all.

 

“You’ve got a deal.”  And with that Schmidt described in detail what he planned to do to Jimmy.  To his surprise, as he did so Jimmy got an erection.  He wasn’t stroking himself, still standing naked and mute with his hands at his sides.  But his cock grew nicely as he listened to the horrible things Schmidt planned.  And that, in turn, got Schmidt turned on, having never had a cooperative victim before.  Mac could see Schmidt’s own erection, which was not concealed by the tight jeans the muscular killer wore, and could also see the tightening of his nipples under the T-shirt that was deliberately too small for his torso in order to show off his impressive physique.

 

“But one more condition. While I’m ripping your little boy-toy into pieces and fucking his ass, I don’t want you getting all sentimental, changing your mind,  and interfering.  So you can watch – it’s going to be  quite a show – but only if you’re handcuffed in place.  Understood?”  And with that Schmidt pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket and tossed them to Mac.  He had no intention of letting Mac live after he killed Jimmy, and was already planning how to snuff him too.  He was sure he could overpower Mac, but figured having victim #2 already handcuffed would make it easier.  Schmidt planned ahead.  But Mac did not object.

 

“Understood.  I think we have everything worked out.  Is this all OK with you, Jimmy?”  Jimmy still didn’t speak, but nodded affirmatively.  His rock-hard cock had already made his positon clear.

 

Mac had one final question.  “I am glad we have a deal, and frankly getting the money was a challenge for us.  But I’m curious why you’re willing to do it for so much less than you usually charge.”

 

By now Schmidt had had a fair amount of the whisky, and he was more than willing to brag further about his exploits.  He told Mac that he had just completed a very lucrative job in the same county, so he was already in the area.  It had been a long and complex kill, ordered by a right-wing minister who hated homosexuals.  He had a campaign going to make homosexuality illegal again, as it should be, but also to require that gay males be publicly castrated.  They would then lose their citizenship and work as slaves, required to stay naked so that citizens could see the results of their sin.  Since the pastor viewed homosexuality as a choice, he reasoned that this would eliminate the evil form society.

 

The problem was that a nearby rabbi had been leading efforts in opposition, and needed to be neutralized.  Schmidt had figured out a great way to do it, and the job was now complete.  He had spent a year setting up evidence to frame the rabbi as a pederast.  Schmidt identified young males in the area and sodomized them himself, after knocking them out, blindfolding them, stripping them, and taking them to a room he’d fixed up to look just like the rabbi’s bedroom.  The youths had no idea who raped them, but Schmidt played a recording he’d doctored from some of the rabbi’s sermons, in which they heard the rabbi’s voice saying he was sorry.  Then he threatened them if they told, which none did.  Once he had raped a dozen or so victims during the past year, he went to the rabbi’s house.  He forced the cleric to strip naked, and then castrated him.  After that, Schmidt hacked into the personal diary the rabbi had kept online (which Schmidt had discovered earlier) and edited it to include vivid descriptions and photos of the rapes.  He also added lots of self-loathing, telling how the rabbi couldn’t help himself because he was gay and decided the only solution was to castrate himself.  Schmidt made it appear the rabbi died from a botched self-castration.  Schmidt even showed Mac pictures of the rabbi lying naked on the floor of his living room, his hand holding a knife and his balls lying nearby in a pool of blood.

 

“But I wasn’t able to fuck the guy.  If I did that, there would be semen inside him and that would put the positioning as a suicide at risk.  I’m very careful about details – it’s essential in my profession.  Sniffing this kid standing here, and fucking him as I do it, will make up for that, and the fact I’ll have to stop sodomizing those other kids so it confirms that it was the rabbi.  It will be worth it if the preacher is successful in his crusade, which is now gaining lots of support after the news of the rabbi broke.  And I got a HUGE fee from the preacher.”

 

Mac listened appreciatively, congratulating Schmidt on his professionalism.  And, as Schmidt put down his drink, they proceeded to the task at hand.

 

. . . . .

 

Schmidt awakened the next morning.  He didn’t recall falling asleep, and was even more surprised to realize he was now naked, lying on a hard cot in a prison cell.  His cock was rigid with what he assumed was his morning pee-erection, although he didn’t feel a need to piss.  He next realized that his body had been completely shaved from the neck down.  His hands were cuffed behind him, and both Mac and Jimmy were looking down at him.  He also realized he had a serious headache, a foul taste in his mouth,  and pain in his right hand.

 

“Welcome back, Ass.  You don’t mind if I call you Ass, do you?  It can be short for Ashton, but it’s so much more appropriate for an asshole like you.  And enough of that Schmidt stuff.  Let’s go with something that’s also more appropriate.  How about “Shit”?  Mac smiled broadly, and so did Jimmy – his first expression since their guest had arrived.  “Ass-shit seems like a perfect name.  It’s now morning, by the way, and we want to thank you for an afternoon of fun and for inspiring some great fag sex last night between Jimmy and me.  As you might be starting to figure out, I spiked the whisky, and you spent the afternoon extremely drunk.  But you were drinking so much while you bragged about all your exploits I probably didn’t need to do that.  I knew you were an asshole from what we’d researched, but didn’t realize you’re also an alcoholic.  We let you entertain us during the afternoon and then let you sleep it off.  We’re both still pretty horny, but we did have fun with you and we have waited a long time for this, so we figured we could wait another day. But it’s time for your morning piss.”  With that, Mac unzipped his pants and pissed all over Ass.  Jimmy did the same, but didn’t need to unzip since he was still naked.  Ass swore and protested, calling them names and making all kinds of threats.

 

Jimmy, why don’t you lead our guest to the whipping station in our playroom while I explain things to him.  I’m sure he’s curious.”

 

Jimmy unlocked the jail door and grabbed “Ass” by the shoulders to get him up off the cot.  Their guest resisted and started swearing even louder at his hosts.

 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Mac commented, as he touched an icon  on his iPhone.  Ass immediately felt a massive pain erupting inside his guts, and screamed in shock.  He had never felt that level of pain, and it quickly spread throughout his body.  “You see, Ass, I can send electricity into your body from my iPhone app, and I can adjust the amount from a light reminder to a level that would be fatal.  You don’t have to worry about the latter, as we have other plans, but you seem to have felt the level I picked for this morning.  It’s one of my favorite toys, and something I invented in my role as Master Mac.  It’s all from a microchip I had you swallow, which is now embedded in your belly.  It won’t move from there, but I’ll retrieve it later.  I let Jimmy test it, so I know it works well.  I make a nice return on my S&M inventions.”  With that he touched a different picture, and Jimmy jerked with obvious pain, but did not scream.  “Thank you Master,” he approximately responded when Master Mac ended the demonstration.

 

Ass stopped screaming and cursing, and cooperated while he sized up the situation.  He still had no respect for the two smiling fags, believing they were amateurs who would make a mistake and whom he would overcome when they did.  But he was now very worried and starting to develop a little actual fear.  He’d never had that before.  He was always the one in charge.

 

“You see, the story I told you is true, but you misunderstood one part of it.  What Jimmy needs in order to have a great orgasm is indeed reenacting the prison scene.  Seeing that kid tortured and snuffed, and eating his cock and innards,  really did screw him up sexually and emotionally.  And reliving that scene is the only true relief for him.  But in his re-enactments he’s the one doing the killing, not the victim.  I figured that out shortly after I met Jimmy.  The part about me being in prison is also true, but it was for killing a guy in a bar fight.  He’d pissed me off, and I beat the shit out of him.  He turned out to have some weird condition, died, and then I got stuck with a manslaughter charge.  The DA’s a friend of mine, so we agreed I’d just do 30 days since he completely understood that I had every right to beat up the dead guy.  He even arranged for the warden to assign Jimmy as my cell-mate, so I’d have someone young and cute to fuck.  The DA and I are part of a gay S&M club, where we have lots of fun torturing and fucking guys like Jimmy, and we take care of our fellow masters.  The room we’re in is where we meet, and I think you’ll agree it’s very well equipped.

 

“Jimmy turned out to be a great fuck, and I listened to his story while I was pumping his ass.  Part of the problem for him was that he had gotten totally turned on during the snuff party.  He had no problem with the guards and other prisoners torturing and killing the punk kid, and his only objection to having to eat the kid’s intestines was that he would have preferred a bigger helping of boy-meat.  He loved eating the cock and licking up the um from the dead body.  He felt guilty about how he reacted, which fucked him up even more.  Jimmy had gone from being a straight kid chasing pussy to a gay kid massively turned on by extreme gay S&M.  He is now my slave, and I fuck him and torture him as I wish, but he seems to need periodic opportunities to be the ultimate top, and I’m very OK with that.  It’ a lot of fun for both of us, as you’ll see – the three of us are going to spend some true quality time together.    Jimmy gets amazing orgasms when he gets to viciously snuff some guy.  And I do as well when I get to watch and then butt-fuck the nice warm corpse while Jimmy watches.  We’ve hunted down and tortured to death all 10 of the guys who snuffed the kid, so we were wondering where to get more targets.  Then we heard about you and figured we’d give it a try.  We really don’t have all that much money, so getting the two grand in cash was a stretch.  But we figured that had to be real to get your interest.  And I did inherit the bottle of booze and the farm, although you don’t need to worry about having wasted the booze.  I decanted the real stuff into another container, and I filled what you drank from with spiked cheap bourbon that I’d peed into.  I also spiked it to make you get more drunk.  For someone who claims to be such an expert, I was surprised you didn’t realize it was fake.  But your arrogance and rapid consumption solved that problem.”  Jimmy had now guided his target into the main room as Mac turned up the lights.  Ass could now see that this was a very large room, and the cell was positioned in a corner of what was clearly a torture chamber.  As Jimmy led him to a whipping station, Ass was distracted by another jolt of electricity that kept him from effectively resisting as Jimmy unlocked the handcuffs and fastened Ass’s wrists to shackles attached to the ceiling.  At that point Ass could tell that his right index finger was missing, explaining the pain in his hand but confusing him even further.

 

“I see you noticed your missing finger.  Let me explain while Jimmy starts the fun with a long and intense whipping session.  The station is designed so he can get to both your back and your front, so it will also be comprehensive.  Once you’ve been whipped long enough we figure you’re going to be a lot easier to deal with.

 

Jimmy, now smiling broadly and becoming talkative as he assumed his new role of a torturer, piled o: “I’m going to focus more on your back, and I’ll remove all the skin.  That way, when we put you on your back on the torture table it will hurt a whole lot more.  It’s sort of the reverse of you having skin in the game.  But Master will have fun with your chest, belly, and genitals.  He’s really expert at that.  Trust me, I know.”  Both Jimmy and Mac chuckled at Jimmy’s banter.  Mac was delighted to see Jimmy so happy.

 

“So let me explain the missing finger.  It’s simple.  Both Jimmy and I are great internet researchers and software hackers.  That’s how we found what you like to drink.  And while you were out we wanted to  use your cell phone to break into your Facebook page and to find the records on your various kills.  We didn’t want you in the way, so we left you in the prison cell for a bit while we did our work.  It was easier to use your index finger to allow us to  unlock your phone and get past the security blocks you set up.  We just cut it off and took it with us.   We now know where all the evidence you created about your kills was located and have transferred it to our computers.  You did a sloppy job protecting it and you’re lucky one of your past employers didn’t try to break the deal.  The more I learn about you, the less impressed I am.  I think you’re basically just a thug, not a professional at all.   We also figured out how you tried to assure the evidence would be released if you were killed, and we’ve disabled all that.  We’re in complete control of all of it.

 

“We have a great plan.  First, we’ll release the evidence about you and the anti-gay preacher.  That will get his vile campaign stopped, and put him in prison until he’s executed.  Second, we’ll contact your prior employers and blackmail them.  They won’t know who we are, but the evidence and all the publicity around you killing the rabbi will convince them we’re for real. And that we don’t care about exposing you as the actual killer.  At that point we’re going to have no problems blackmailing all the others.  So thanks to you, Jimmy and I are going to be very rich.  Oh, and thanks for all the funds you had in your accounts.  That’s the one thing I’ve learned about you that’s impressive, and it’s now it’s now converted to bitcoins I control.  Totally untraceable. So I’m already rich, with all your money, and don’t have to wait for the blackmail money to start flowing in.  You’ll be pleased to know I plan to use some of it to fix up the place so it’s not so dingy.”  As Mac had continued talking, Jimmy had selected a bullwhip and started working on Ass’s back.  The whipping was intense and Jimmy soon broke into a sweat form the efforts.

 

Ass could not help but listen to what Mac was saying.  He was horrified, and now he was truly afraid.  He was in intense pain as the whip lacerated his skin, and to the delight of both Jimmy and Mac he started screaming.  It turned out Ass wasn’t nearly as tough as he’d appeared to be.  The screams were mixed with curses and threats that further delighted his captors, and gave Mac an excuse to play with his electricity toy to punish the cursing.    Ass was far exceeding the expectations they had when they decided to make him their next target.

 

“A couple more things while we get underway.  I like sex to be not just naked, but REALLY naked – which is enhanced by removing all body hair.  So I had Jimmy remove all yours, as he does with his own and mine, Clearly that also offends your macho nature, and there’s no body hair to cushion the blows.   I think I’ve explained the physical stuff we did to you so far, with one exception.  We like it when the victim’s cock is hard.  I gave you a series of  shots while you were out that will keep it hard until we cut it off.  Maybe you’ll get that death orgasm we chatted about!  You won’t feel it if we leave your cock attached that long, since it happens as you die, but it will entertain us, which is, after all, the whole point.  We probably will not cut it off until after your final ejaculation, and that will be once you’re dead and I fuck your corpse.  You see, if you know how to do it you can get a dead male to have an ejaculation, and I really enjoy doing that. Jimmy’s OK waiting until then to eat it.”  Jimmy had paused to stroke Ass’s cock as Mac explained the drugs, and he did indeed have a solid erection despite the brutal whipping.  He screamed that he was no fag, which got responses of a vicious cut with the bullwhip from Jimmy and an electric shock from Mac.  They both laughed as Ass let out a particularly pitiful scream.  Jimmy and Mac exchanged comments on how pretty Ass’s body was now that it was shaved and naked, complete with an erection that Mac could enjoy whipping.  Mac was now planning on doing just that, and Jimmy laughingly reminded his Master not to get so carried away that the whip cut it off.  Mac responded by sending an electric shock through Jimmy’s body, for which Jimmy once again expressed his appreciation.  They had a wonderful relationship.

 

Mac put down the iPhone he was using to control his guest and his slave, and took the time to strip naked himself.  It was time to move from timid and helpful host to sexual predator, and Mac’s cock was already hard and ready for action.  His body was also hairless, and if Ass had been able to focus he would have had to admire how handsome Mac was, his muscles toned and strong.  His looks and demeanor now fully justified his title of “master.”  Both Jimmy and Mac were totally turned on sexually, even leaking a little pre-cum.   There would be multiple orgasms during the sessions, but they were careful not to erupt too soon.  They had special plans for their first loads of cum.

 

Mac joined in the whipping, and enjoyed focusing on Ass’s vulnerable cock.  As predicted, it stayed hard despite the pain and adrenalin flowing through its owner.  Mac explained further to Ass that the level of drugs he’d injected would be fatal in due course, but keeping the cock hard was important, and Ass would be dead before the impact of the drugs on the rest of his body took effect.  That did not seem to reassure Ass, who continued his screams, curses, and threats.

Mac and Jimmy kept on with their morning aerobics.  Ass was soon no longer screaming, but had started crying.  That pleased his tormentors immensely.  Even better, he actually started to beg.

 

“Please guys, let me go.  I’ll do anything.  I know you’ve won.  But please don’t kill me.  You can keep all my stuff and I’ll keep quiet.  I’m sorry I was an asshole.  Please!”

 

Mac was now beyond delighted.  “That’s very generous of you, Ass, but you don’t have anything to give us.  We’ve taken it all.    We’re going to take your life next, slowly and quite painfully.  That will keep you quiet.  Besides, even if we did let you go, at this point you don’t have a life to go back to.  You see, while you were drunk we had a lot of fun.  We stripped you naked, and as I mentioned Jimmy shaved you so you’d be more pretty and I made sure you’d have a hard cock while we played with you.  To ruin your macho image, Jimmy put you in panties, a bra, and a dress, and then had you kneel in front of him and suck him off.  He came in your mouth, and followed that with a load of piss.    Then you did the same for me.  To our surprise, you drank both and didn’t even gag.  I’m betting your mouth taste pretty weird as a result.  I do think you should come to terms with your own homosexuality, but there might not be much time for that now.  After you swallowed all that cum and piss, Jimmy  took off the dress and had you lie down on your back, pulling the panties down a bit so your cock stood out.  Then he had you jerk off.  You shot quite a load, which sprayed up onto the bra.  So he had you take that off and suck the cum from the bra.  Then you peed all over yourself – which was a nice surprise courtesy of the fact you were so drunk – and you licked that up too.  That’s when you fell asleep for the night and we put you in the cell.  Oh, by the way, thanks for the handcuffs.  We used yours on you.  I hope you didn’t think I was so stupid that I didn’t know you planned to kill me too?  I think you’re the only one dumb enough to fall for something that obvious.

 

“Once we had you put way for the night, we went into your Facebook page and made an entry of “coming out at last” in which you say you wanted your friends to know that you were actually a gay transvestite.   You had fallen in love with a young man who was now also your master, and you were going to live as a gay slave serving him, moving to the Caribbean.  We figure that will explain why you will be disappearing, and it was a lot of fun to write.  The video we posted of Jimmy’s fun with you turned out pretty nicely, if I do say so myself.  It shows Jimmy’s cock in your mouth and the fact his buttocks are those of a young man.  That supports the story without risking him being identified.  Given all that, it’s best if we just keep killing you, which, by the way, we’re really enjoying.  If you want an update, though, I did check your Facebook page  little while ago.  Pretty much all your “friends” have defriended you already.  Some of them had very nasty things to say about you, and there was sure a lot of gay bashing.  No one offered any support or sympathy.  I also noticed that a lot of them have posted shirtless pictures of themselves on their own Facebook pages.  Some of them are pretty good looking and fairly young.  I’ve made a list of who they are and this will give us a promising selection of new victims.  We think snuffing gay bashers who are sexually hot is a great service to society.  Maybe you guys can have a reunion in hell.”

 

Ass said nothing.  His world was destroyed, he was totally humiliated, and now he was going to die a painful death.  His anger and hatred boiled over, but there was really nothing to say.

 

After about an hour of arousing exercise, Mac decided it was time for a break.  He and Jimmy had worked hard, and were very sweaty.  Ass’s back was now effectively skinned by the whipping, making it a great source for further torture.  Mac wanted to shower up so they’d be fresh for the next session, and then take a short nap holding each other.  He also figured Ass was at risk of premature damage.  They sprayed alcohol on Ass’s lacerations, generating some satisfying screams, and walked over to a shower area in the dungeon.  Jimmy washed Mac, as was appropriate, and then washed himself.  They two embraced and kissed, pleased with their efforts and eager for more.  They then went over to Ass and hosed him off, admiring how their handiwork had left the once-pristine flesh terribly scarred or completely gone.  It was just a start, but it was a good start.  They left Ass hanging at the whipping post and lay down in a bed that gave them a great view of their suffering victim.  The two lovers, master and slave, then dozed peacefully and briefly after they enjoyed admiring their handiwork.  For Ass’s benefit, they played the video of the prior afternoon’s fun on a large screen he could view.  They fell asleep fulfilled by the sound of his sobbing.

 

Mac woke refreshed about an hour later, and awakened Jimmy with an electric shock.  He and Jimmy walked over and released Ass from the whipping station.  He had passed out, and they carried him over to a torture table, where they fastened his wrists and ankles so that he was spread-eagled on his back.  The surface under Ass’s back was sandpaper, designed to keep him in constant, ongoing pain especially when his body moved.  The table had gutters along the sides for draining blood and other body fluids, and was on an incline so that the upper body was somewhat higher than the legs.  That way blood would flow downhill after the heart stopped, which would keep the cock hard even then and help generate the desired orgasm.  There was also a split designed so that the torturer could stand between the legs of the victim, making it easier to attack the genitals and fuck the ass.  Mac had designed and built. It himself, using Jimmy to test his ideas.  He was rightfully proud of how well it had turned out, and the others he built were a big hit within his “Master Mac” line of S&M products.

 

They woke Ass up and Mac explained a little of what was coming next.  “You had some very creative ideas yesterday when you described how you planned to torture Jimmy.  It was the thought of doing those things to you that got him hard.   Thanks for those, and we’ll do our best to follow your script.  But we think they weren’t painful or humiliating enough and have added other ideas like whipping to the list.  You also assumed a willing victim, which is an assumption we can’t make.  We’ve planned for that too.

 

“One added area of fun is that we are going to cut off some of your meat before you die.  That way we can make you watch parts of yourself being eaten.  You’ll be dead by the time we fully butcher you for dinner tonight.  Our new hobby has made us realize how tasty male meat is, and we greatly enjoy our cannibal treats.  If there’s a part of your body you especially recommend and would like to watch us eat, please feel free to let me know.  Also, we do hope you continue to scream a lot.  We’re in the middle of nowhere so no one will hear.  We’ve found we especially enjoy listening as the screams become more those of an animal instead of a human.  It helps us realize that’s exactly what you are – meat ready to be killed and eaten.  It’s quite an added turn-on.  Jimmy will take over now.”

 

And Jimmy did indeed take control, speaking to Ass as the one in charge for the first time.  This was his fantasy now, and he was fully into it and, with his Master’s blessing,  in control.  The first thing he did was hold a pair of pliers in front of Ass.  “Now that you’re an official fag, you need to learn to suck cock.  You didn’t do that great a job yesterday, although I think you have potential.  I’ll teach you, and you can suck mine.  But I don’t trust you not to bite me now that you’re no longer drunk.  So, just to make sure, I’m going to use these pliers to remove your teeth.  Slowly, one by one.  It is amazingly painful, apparently.“  With that statement he inserted a device to hold Ass-Shit’s mouth wide open, and started to approach his target.  He paused briefly, however.  “Do you have a preference if you lose your uppers or lowers first?  I do want to be accommodating.”  Both Jimmy and Mac laughed, but Jimmy didn’t wait for an answer before using the pliers to slowly remove Ass’s teeth, enjoying the gurgled scrams and curses.  Better yet, there was no way Ass could lie still, so the sandpaper added another source of pain to his skinless back.  Jimmy had also inserted dentist-style suction tube so that the bleeding would not choke his victim.  “We don’t’ want you to die too soon, do we?  Actually, the whole process of snuffing you will take hours, so be patient.  You’ll be dead before we have you for dinner, but you ought to know we like to eat late.  It’s all just part of the process, and the fun.  By the way, that invitation from Master Mac yesterday to join us for dinner is still open, and we’ve accepted on your behalf.  But you probably didn’t realize you would be the main course.”

 

Jimmy kept talking as he worked.  Once in charge, with the prospect of being able to relieve his sexual tension by snuffing another male, he had a very outgoing personality.  “You might notice the cameras that are all around the room.  We’re filming this, like we did the fun I had with you yesterday during your coming out party, and we’ll send an edited version of the film – one that doesn’t show us – to your former employers.  It will feature you sucking cock and getting butt-fucked, among other things.  We want them to conclude that you were a fag all along, which I think you actually are.  Having a seriously erect cock while you suck another guy’s dick is pretty strong evidence.  We don’t just want to torture and kill you.  We want to humiliate you as well.  And, of course, we want your employers  to know you’re dead so they understand the reality of being blackmailed.  Once I’ve strangled you and Master Mac has enjoyed fucking your corpse and making you cum, I’ll cut off your head to make it clear.  Then we’ll finish butchering you and toss whatever’s left into the chipper Master Mac has out back.  We love the movie Fargo and will probably watch that tonight.”

 

Once Jimmy was done with his first task, he climbed on top of Ass and inserted his cock into the bleeding mouth.  Ass tried to resist, but couldn’t.  Jimmy began thrusting his cock in and out of the new fag he was creating.  There was also an elaborate system of mirrors, so both Jimmy and Ass could see that Ass’s cock was dripping pre-cum, an observation Mac was delighted to point out as he watched.

 

But Jimmy did not let Ass bring him to orgasm.  He had other plans first, so he ending the sucking and just loosed a load of piss down Ass’s unwilling throat.  “It’s time for some breakage, so we can release you form the restraints.  We’re going to fuck your ass next and it’s easier if we can lift you a little.”  Jimmy climbed off Ass and signaled to Mac, who approached the strapped victim from the side opposite to Jimmy.  “We think you’d try to attach us, and that would interrupt our fun.  So we’ve decided to prevent that.  You’d mentioned parts of me that you wanted to break, and we’re going to follow your advice.”

 

At Jimmy’s signal, Mac grabbed Ass’s left elbow with one hand and administered a professional karate chop to it with the other.  Jimmy did the same with the other elbow, and both blows were successful.  Ass now had two broken arms, and he would not be able to use them to try to attack his torturers or defend himself.  Mac and Jimmy now released his wrists from the restraints, and, just to be safe, administered similar blows that broke each wrist.  Ass passed out, but was quickly revived.

 

“We’re going to cut off your hands now,” Jimmy announced with glee.  After we dispose of you, I’m going to drive your rental car down to Florida and abandon it.  I’ll wear gloves so I don’t leave any fingerprints, then I’ll use your hands to make sure yours are all over the place.  Then I’ll dispose of them by burning them up in order not to leave a trace.  Pretty clever, huh?”

 

Mac couldn’t help piling on.  “Jimmy dreamed that idea up himself, and I approved so long as he stays naked.  That’s a condition of his status as my slave.  But it will work out OK since I’m going to fly down and meet him.  I’ll get a rental car and we’ll go to a S&M bar I particularly like.  Slaves are always naked there.  The coolest part is that one of your former Facebook “friends” is actually gay and hangs out there too.  I recognized him from when I was there before.  I’ll arrange to meet him, and offer him Jimmy to whip and fuck.  When we go back to his place to do that, Jimmy and I will knock him out and fake his decision to move away or something like that.  We’ll drive him back here and he’ll be our next victim.  The first thing he’ll see will be the full film of your adventures, so it will be fun to share that with him before he starts his own.”

 

 

 

Jimmy took a slightly different approach in terms of destroying Ass’s knees.  He and Mac first took sledge hammers and pulverized Ass’s ankles.  They released the restraints, and next bent each leg forward until it broke at the knee.  This required once again reviving their target, who was now completely incapable of any action they would consider threatening.  And they could maneuver him on the table to suit their fatal plans for the body.

 

“I do admire your physical shape, especially your great chest and pecs.  So let’s take care of them next.”  Jimmy once again picked up the pliers, washing off the blood in a nearby sink.  “We want to keep things clean.”  He placed the pliers over each tit, and squeezed them tightly.  Then he twisted them, causing the tits to be crushed and twisted off the handsome chest.  There was a little breast-meat that came with each one, and after he was done he offered one to Mac and took one himself.  They made sure Ass was watching and ate them raw.  It wasn’t very good meat, but it did make sure Ass knew they were serious about what was ultimately going to happen to his body.  That body was now a ruined mass of pain.

 

“Time for a good fuck and our first orgasm of the session,” announced Jimmy.  He explained to Ass that they had not butt-fucked him the day before because they wanted him to feel that sensation and humiliation while he was sober.  He also explained that they resolved the issue of who got to do the first fuck by agreeing to do a double-fuck.  With both their dicks up Ass’s ass, his pain would be a lot greater, as would their pleasure.  They loved the feel of the asshole being torn, and of each other’s dicks erupting together.  They had gotten quite good at their timing, he assured Ass.  And once he was double-fucked by two guys, Ass would officially be initiated as a total fag.

 

Mac positioned himself underneath Ass, and Jimmy lifted the broken legs (delighted at the obvious pain that caused Ass).  They both inserted their cocks at the same time, not bothering with any lube that might have reduced Ass’s pain.  This was when the screams took on the despairing tone of an animal that they so much enjoyed hearing.  Ass had lost all hope, all his fight, and was simply wallowing in the incredible agony being inflicted on him.  Being double-fucked by two fags was the worst thing he could imagine.

 

But Ass had another problem.  As painful as the fucking was, it also gave him considerable sexual pleasure.  The pressure on his prostate enhanced his erection even more, and he was aghast to realize he was getting major sexual pleasure from being raped by guys.  Both Jimmy and Mac recognized his reaction, and made sure to point out that he was in fact just a fag who, under his own standards, deserved to die a terrible death.  This was what Ass himself believed he deserved.  His humiliation was total.

 

Mac and Jimmy took their time fucking, wanting it to last as long as possible.  They were turned on by feeling the tear in the asshole itself, and they were beyond turned on by the feel of each other’s hard cocks in the tight hole.  They guessed (correctly) that the hole was in fact a virgin as Ass had claimed, and took satisfaction being the first (and last) to rape it.  They managed to stretch out the rhythmic thrusts for nearly an hour, but their sexual excitement had to be dealt with.  They kissed each other and picked up the pace, moving toward orgasm.  As they did so, Jimmy started stroking Ass’s cock, which was also clearly aroused even beyond the drugs that kept it hard no matter what.  It all worked perfectly, and all three males shot loads at the same time.  Jimmy’s however, was more like an explosion, as he got not just the physical release of a great fuck but the psychological release of knowing the guy he just fucked would soon be dead, and that Jimmy was the one killing him.  It was a phenomenal release, second only to the anticipated death itself.  Mac’s orgasm was also intense, in his case amplified by knowing his beloved slave was on his way to sexual and psychological fulfillment.  For Ass there was no joy, although he did feel the physical pleasure of shooting a load.  That pleasure was overwhelmed by the immense pain he was in, and by his humiliation.  But his lack of appreciation was made up for by how much Mac and Jimmy enjoyed watching him shoot and laughing at his agony.

 

It was now early afternoon and Jimmy declared it was time for lunch and another nap.  He was worried that Ass was fading faster than he wanted, and he was hungry.  They left Ass on the table and washed up, cleaning off what was a considerable amount of Ass’s sweat, blood, and gore as well as their own sweat.  Once they were freshened, Jimmy approached Ass and announced that he had decided what to have for lunch.  “I don’t want to risk you dying too soon, so I am not going to cut into your core.  But there’s enough meat for lunch on your lower legs, and they’re already pretty much destroyed.”  With that Jimmy picked up two hand saws, giving one to Master Mac.  They were deliberately slow as they first sawed off Ass’s feet, then used a butcher knife to cut off the meat on the lower legs, and finally sawed off his lower legs at the knees.  Doing it in that order had the advantage of assuring Ass felt all possible pain in the process.  Jimmy expertly cauterized the wounds so that Ass wouldn’t bleed to death.  And he revived him so that he could watch them eat his flesh.

 

Lunch was delicious.  They made it sort of a picnic, with grits and baked beans, eating Ass’s meat raw.  “Ass tar-tar is sure delicious,” Mac declared. “And it will in due course turn into shit as we digest it.  You are aptly named, Ass-Shit.”  Both Jimmy and Mac laughed, but Ass was not amused.

 

“We’re going to take a break and relax, so you don’t react too strongly to what we’ve done so far.  After all, the next round will be a lot more intense.  We don’t want you to get bored, however, so we’re going to turn on a vibrator in the table that will cause your body to shake and make sure the sandpaper does its job of assuring your back is in constant agony.  Master Mac will also turn on a low level of electricity to assure the rest of you is also in pain.  That way we can rest without shirking our duty of torturing you completely.  But I promised to teach you how to suck cock, so first I’ll let you suck me off.”  After Jimmy shot his load down Ass’s throat, the two lovers again embraced and kissed, and lay down for a well-deserved nap, which began with Jimmy sucking off Master Mac.

 

It was late afternoon when Jimmy awakened.  He awakened his Master by lovingly sucking on Mac’s erect cock cone again, and after a little 69 action they returned to their task of the day.

 

Ass had passed out from the pain, but was quickly revived.  Jimmy turned off the vibration feature and Mac turned off the electric shocks.  They had more intense and more painful ideas in mind for this session.

 

“We especially want to thank you for the Bowie knife,” Mac commented.  “I’ve never owned one quite this nice.  I think it will make Jimmy’s next actions much more satisfying for him., and you’ll have the honor of having been helpful.  You see, this is where he really takes over.  This is when you get ripped apart and die.”  Mac handed the knife to Jimmy and moved away from the table so Jimmy had free range to satisfy his needs.  Ass could only hope it would be quick, but knew it would not.  He had laid out too much of the scenario he now anticipated would happen to him, not to Jimmy.  And he was right.

 

Jimmy stood in the space between what was left of Ass’s legs, and positioned the knife so Ass would involuntarily focus on it.  “I’ve never gutted another guy before, but your description makes it irresistible.  Thanks for the great idea.”

 

Jimmy now positioned the knife just above Ass’s still-rigid cock, and inserted it into the vulnerable flesh.  He went deep, and he went slow.  At the same time, he inserted his own rock-hard cock into Ass-Shit’s asshole, which was still bleeding from the double-fuck Jimmy and Mac had enjoyed inflicting.  The fuck-hole was nicely lubricated with Ass’s blood and the torturers’ cum, and Jimmy began a slow fuck – in and out, in and out – thrusting deeper with each motion.

 

The knife kept pace, staying deep in Ass’s guts and very slowly moving up his torso.  But Jimmy paused once the knife reached the belly button, leaving it in place, continuing his thrusts with his cock, but picking up another knife that Mac had paced on the table.  “You won’t be needing these, even for your last orgasms, and they look tasty.”  With the handle of the Bowies knife sticking up from the middle of Ass’s belly, and with Jimmy’s cock going in and out of his asshole, Ass saw in the mirror, and felt, as Jimmy carefully cut off the skin around his scrotum and then individually removed each testicle.  Ass was officially no longer a male, and in his pain and humiliation he could not help but continue to watch as Jimmy handed the two prize man-seeds to Mac, who quickly cleaned them off and handed one back to Jimmy.  They put them in their mouths and kissed each other as they chewed and swallowed the sources of Ass’s manhood.  They were delicious and remarkably satisfying.

 

Jimmy returned to the knife and continued its journey up to the base of Ass’s rib cage.  He then took it out and used it to cut into the skin a bit more so he could easily reach into Ass’s innards.  He first reached in and pulled out Ass’s liver, which he handed to Mac.  “We’re very fond of liver and onions, and we hope your alcoholism hasn’t ruined yours.  That would be a shame.”  Jimmy next pulled out stings of intestines, cutting off a piece for himself as a token of the experience that had so inspired him.  It tasted terrible, but he swallowed it as his cock got even harder.  He would need to cum soon, but that was OK.  He didn’t have a whole lot left to do.  Ass was near death, and Jimmy wanted to control how that happened.

 

Jimmy next reached into the body cavity and pushed his hand up into the chest area, reaching Ass’s heart.  It was still functioning, but not by much.  Jimmy squeezed it until it stopped, causing Ass to gasp in agony.  Jimmy quickly withdrew his hand and grabbed Ass’s neck, which he now squeezed until no oxygen could pass through it.  He achieved his goal, feeling Ass die from both a crushed heart and a crushed windpipe.  As Jimmy saw the death-throws starting, he could also feel the pressure on his cock as the sphincter failed and the pressure increased.  Jimmy shot a massive load that was even more intense than the one he’d pumped into Ass’s body earlier that day.  It was beyond explosive, and made even more satisfying as he watched Ass’s own cock erupt, driven in part by gravity generated on the cock from the slight elevation that put the heart at an angle.  The blood had to go somewhere, the heart was no longer pumping, and the cock was the lowest point.  Jimmy admired just how creative his master was as he enjoyed watching Ass’s cum stream out onto his open guts while feeling his own cum fill them from within.  It was spectacular.  This was the greatest orgasm and the greatest psychological release he’d ever had.

 

The balance of the evening was highly enjoyable for both Mac and Jimmy.  Mac enjoyed fucking Ass’s dead body right after Jimmy was done, and he succeeded in getting Ass to shoot one last load courtesy of how he had positioned the body on the table.  It intensified Mac’s own orgasm, and Mac had the pleasure of cutting off the dead man’s cock as it erupted, handing it and some attached innards to Jimmy to enjoy eating.  Ass was now totally emasculated and gutted, and Jimmy finished the scenario by decapitating him.  The cameras aught all the action, and they knew they’d have wonderful memories as they watched the film time after time.  Jimmy was content to return to his role as a slave, grateful to his master for the release.  Master Mac made it a point to use Jimmy even more brutally that evening to drive home the point – and Mac’s own need to dominate and torture.  All in all, it was a wonderful day, capped off by a great meal featuring Ass’s lean chest meat.  With their newfound wealth and all the info on Ass’s handsome young fag-hating friends, they knew there would be many others to enjoy.

Meat Chronicles 5–Doublecunt Cum

He’s only about eighteen. I’ve got a great view of him as he crosses the street. Damn, he’s hot. Broad, muscled chest in a tight brown t-shirt. Khaki cargo short shorts cradle his firm ass and show off his tight calves, covered in a fine dark fur. A long, unruly mop of black hair hangs down, nearly obscuring his eyes, but the strong sun brings out the golden highlights in the hazel shaded by long lashes. Yellow construction boots with white socks rolled just above the black leather ankles…

He strides along confidently. He has no idea at all that I’m watching, planning, anticipating his agonizing death.

I think it’s about time to get that idea into his head. The question is, how do I lure him? I’m in the parking lot of a strip mall on a major street. I’m not hunting. I need to be very careful; it’s the unplanned situations that lead to mistakes and exposure. Dammit, this kid is almost up to my van. I really, really wanna fuckin’ hurt him. I need some time…

Hang on. He’s slowing. Right here, right beside my van. I crack the window; he’s talking to someone. As I listen, I adjust the side mirror until I get a glimpse of the other guy.

He’s about the same age as the kid I’ve been watching. His short brown hair is carefully sculpted and probably stiff with product. His face is pointed, with a sharp chin, but he’s compensated for this with a rigidly groomed goatee and a haze of brown stubble on his cheeks. His brown eyes are enormous and give an unexpected vulnerability to his arrogant expression.

He’s wearing a blue polo shirt that shows of his broad, firm pecs. The short sleeves bunch at his bulging biceps. His ‘skinny” jeans, straining tightly around his junk, outline the muscles in the kid’s thighs. He’s got on a pair of running shoes in a startling shade of neon yellow.

They called each other by name, but I never pay attention. As far as I care, they’re walking fuck toys. And when I’m done, well, rotting piles of meat don’t need names. But since there’s two of ‘em here, I’ll tell ya that the kid I’d first noticed was called Steve and the alpha punk was Kevin.

I think. Like I said, I don’t really give a shit. Most of the time, I don’t learn what the name is until they ID the body on the news.

I’ve run the numbers. I know the name of 13% of my victims. Most of them, I’ve learned after the kill.

Anyway, Steve and Kevin are looking to get high. Seems they haven’t had any luck. Nobody wants to sell these two poor little meat sacks any joy–what a shame. Perhaps I can help.

“Hey, you dudes lookin’ to have some fun?” I shout out the window. They both practically jump out of their skins. Stupid shits hadn’t realized I was here. Kevin gives me the hairy eye while Steve blushes and looks away. He’s embarrassed that he’s been caught looking for drugs. Kevin doesn’t care.

“I got whatever you need. Weed, crack, X , meth—what ya want?”

Kevin’s huge eyes are still slitted in distrust. “You ain’t a fuckin’ cop, are ya?”

“Fuck no, dude. I’ll take ya back to my place and let you sample whatever you wanna buy. Does that sound like a cop, showing ya where he lives?”

He’s still suspicious, but he agrees. I open the passenger door. I notice he lets Steve sit in the passenger seat while he crouches in the back of the van. That’s ok. Steve is hot and clearly well hung: I don’t mind him being my eye candy for the drive back to my killing pit.

Both boys follow me willingly into my apartment. Kevin wants coke, and he wants it now. He wants to mainline, to shoot it directly into his veins.

I know the feeling. I used to do it myself. Christ, it sucked getting off it; I went cold turkey. I shook for two straight weeks. This kid can’t have been doing it for too long; his body is too good to have been exposed to years of drug abuse.

On the other hand, he’s not likely to be able to get off this by himself, statistically speaking. Better for his sake to end it now. Same goes for the other punk. Trust me, I’ve been there. I know what I’m talking about.

Killing these two little fucks will be an act of mercy. And as long as I’m helping them out, what’s wrong with having some fun myself? After all, no matter how agonizing and drawn-out I make their deaths, it’s better and less painful than letting them live in such conditions.

Of course, this is still gonna hurt like fuck,

I’ve added ground-up diazepam to the coke they’re injecting. That’s generic Valium, by the way. I watch—and find myself getting harder by the second; I can feel precum oozing from the head of my cock as I watch the fucking punks get high.

It’s hard for me. Once an addict, always an addict. I don’t deny that I want to join them. I know what it feels like, after all, when the train hits. That’s what it’s called when the coke rush hits you; it’s the train. You can tell when the metallic taste hits your mouth. Your tongue sticks out as the rush begins. After that, no matter what happens, you’re ready to cum—you just need the proper physical stimulation. Problem is, you can’t get physically stimulated enough.

At least, not in the usual way. I’m gonna have to tinker with the meat. A steel shank embedded in the nervous system is a good way to override cocaine droop. There are other ways, too…

Once glance at the boys tells me it’s party time. They’re both leaning back on the sofa, eyelids half open, tongue sticking out. Steve is drooling slightly. They’re riding the train, all right—riding it straight to hell.

A box cutter makes quick work of their clothes. Kevin gets dragged back first. He moans incoherently as he’s sucked under by the cocaine. I tie him to a chair and duct tape his mouth after I remove from his left arm the strip of rubber that he’s used to tie off. At the same time, I place another small strip of duct tape on the back of the chair—that’s for later. He’s completely nude except for his white athletic socks and those day-glo yellow sneakers. His thick cock, four inches flaccid, lies on the black cloud of his pubic hair. He stares dully at the bed, so caught up in his coke rush that he has no clue what’s happening.

I grin. Kevin is going to be fun to play with. I can’t wait to fuck him.

Steve is young, dumb, and full of cum. Since I’m gonna fuck him first, I drag him to the bed. I bind his hands behind his back. I’m also gonna off him first, and I’m gonna make Kevin watch.

I think Kevin will be ready to die on my cock after I make him watch me kill Steve. He’ll feel responsible. Of course, that means I’ll have to make Steve’s death as painful as possible. I can’t fuckin’ wait.

It’s hit them both by now, worthless little fucks. They’re drooling, tongues protruding, eyes bulging, both of them—higher than kites. The coke may make it difficult for them to get off, but I can help them with that. A little breath control, a little pain, some manipulation of the nervous system and I can make these little punks cum no matter how much pain and fear they’re in.

So Steve is on his back on the bed—on the blood-and cum-soaked mattress. Kevin is bound to a chair and forced to watch. Steve’s arms are bound behind his back by a zip tie. He moans as I shove my engorged cock into his quivering asshole, but he’s still riding the coke train. He can’t resist, even if he wants to. It feels too good.

It’s about to feel a lot less good. Steve—or whatever the meat’s name is—is about to learn that I’m a lot less interested in getting him off than in getting myself off. That means that it doesn’t matter to me how much pain he’s in as long as it makes me cum.

In fact, the more pain he’s in, the more he’s gonna work my cock. And I’m gonna make sure Kevin sees it so he’ll know what to expect when it’s his turn.

Steve moans as I thrust the engorged head of my cock into his tender asshole. The pain is more than he’d anticipated. He’d wanted to be fucked; I can tell, but he didn’t know it would hurt this bad. I smile, knowing that it’ll hurt much more than this before I’m done.

They won’t admit it and may not consciously know it, but I’m giving them what they truly desire. They long for death; they show it by abusing their young, strong bodies. And they have a deep need for control or else they run wild like these two little shits. I can fulfill that need. The one thing they lack to complete their task on this planet—is me.

I am the missing father figure they’re yearning for, the adult male who can dominate them like the dogs they are and put them out of their misery. I’ll fill the void in their worthless souls by showing them just how worthless and empty they truly are.

And then I’ll fill that emptiness with cum.

Steve’s ass is so soft and smooth, it’s like fucking velvet. His eyes are wide with pain and shock; it’s clear that he never expected this. He’s on his back and his boots clamp tightly on my head. I can feel the soft leather on my ears as the meat stiffens in pain…

Kevin is squirming and trying to free himself from the chair. I can ignore him for the moment and focus on Steve. His eyes open wide and I can tell he’s about to scream. Good; I can stop that and show these pieces of shit that I’m not fucking around.

Steve inhales deeply, as if he’s about to scream. Before he can do that, I ram my knife into his throat. It’s a Ka-bar seven inch utility knife with a serrated edge. I stick it straight into his Adam’s apple and watch his face react to the pain.

His face contorts in agony as my blade punctures his larynx. I twist it, shredding the little fuck’s vocal cords, but I leave it in the wound. The hilt bobs in the air, matching the pace at which I’m fucking the meat. No matter how hard I make him work my dick, he won’t be able to cry out.

Kevin is conscious. I can tell that he’s watching, so he’s the one I speak to.

“How’s this look, fuckwad? Your buddy ain’t ever gonna speak again, not that it’ll matter. Neither one of y’all will need to speak by the time I’m done fucking you. Watch him die, asswipe. Whatever I do to him I’m gonna do worse to you. Watch him ride my cock until he dies, so you’ll know what I want you to do. Do it good and you won’t hurt as much. Watch, bitch, watch him die.”

The bedroom in this apartment is small. This mattress is already soaked with blood and cum. This is a nightmarish place to live your last moments, to suffer the pain that will be your last physical sensation on earth. The pain and fear that overwhelm Steve as I fuck him, as he tries to breathe with my knife embedded in his throat, must be unbearable.

“You wanted to get high?” I snarl into the teen’s tear-stained face. “How’s this feel, bitch? Are ya fuckin’ high enough? No? You’re fuckin’ loose, I can tell ya that, you worthless whore. Gotta tighten your ass up, bitch. Lessee what we can do about that.”

I yank my blade out of his throat and thrust it into the whore’s left flank. He writhes and massages the head of my cock, but Kevin doesn’t seem to be paying attention. I suppose I need to get a little more—dramatic, shall we say.

“Enough, you worthless fuckmeat,” I whisper into Steve’s ear. “You’re not gonna get me off. I’m gonna have to waste you just to get hard again. Maybe you’ll get my dick stiff as you die, fucker, but I doubt it. You really are a useless piece of shit.”

“Hey, dude,” I call to Kevin. “Wanna see something really fuckin’ hot? Watch this, asswipe, cause this is what I’m gonna do to you.”

As I say this, I grab a handful of Steve’s unruly black hair and jerk his head back. He gasps and grunts as this unexpected position makes it difficult for him to breathe. I could give a fuck; I yank Steve’s head back and slash his throat because I know that it’s gonna clench his sphincter around my cock.

Kevin stares wide-eyed as his buddy bleeds out on my cock. It takes a bit for Steve to die. I make sure both know what’s happening. The knife passes beneath Steve’s larynx. The tender flesh of his throat parts like it was butter. A fount of blood erupts from the punk’s throat. His eyes widen in shock—he’d thought he was gonna break into a car or two today, mug somebody, do whatever it took to get high. The muscular teen punk had thrown on his tight clothes and boots, prepared to break the law, but had no idea that it would lead to his agonizing death. He’d pulled on those tight cargo shorts and tied on his boots without realizing he was going to die in them.

“That’s it, you fuck, work my cock as your blood drains out. Come on, fuckmeat, you can do better than that. You’re dying, bitch, not taking a nap. I can make it hurt worse if I have to.”

Steve hacks up gouts of blood as he chokes and gasps. His sphincter spasms on my cock; a cockring that adjusts to the agony of my meat. He paws relentlessly despite the zip tie that renders his desperate flailing useless. His ass bucks and thrashes against my thick, swollen tool.

Suddenly, Steve’s dick begins to spasm. The meat’s brain has been deprived of oxygen too long. As his blood pressure drops, his consciousness fades and his struggles become more disjointed. The meat shudders and twitches and its cock, suddenly swollen, begins to expel seed. He’s not exactly shooting a wad; he’s just leaking a steady stream of semen. I don’t think I’ve seen anything like it.

It feels so fucking good on my cock. Despair and fear—those who have never experienced it have no clue of the pleasure in store when these emotions are given full reign. But it’s over too soon. Steve has managed to give up his death load and escape my grasp without getting me off.

I’m very angry. I want to hurt someone very, very badly. Kevin is still awake. He’s the one I want to hurt; this cunt I’m fucking now is dogmeat.

I place my boot in Steve’s face—as always, I wear combat boots when I fuck; they give me a better purchase—and shove the meat onto the floor. “Fucking useless piece of shit,” I snarl at the corpse. “Couldn’t even make me fuckin’ cum.”

I stand in front of Kevin, my arms crossed and my legs spread. I’m nude except for my white socks and black combat boots. Blood glistens along my hard body as I look down into Kevin’s pleading, upturned face and hold the knife up. I can see it reflected in his huge, stunned eyes. On the floor behind me, visible between my legs, the huddled corpse of his buddy quivers, his boots making faint scuffling sounds on the floor.

The boy can’t bring himself to look at the knife—his eyes turn down and he’s confronted with my dick, engorged an angry red, dripping in readiness for him. He looks back up, and I can see in his face, that beautiful furry face with the huge brown eyes, that he knows what’s about to happen.

I cut him free from the chair. I leave the duct tape on his mouth, but I don’t bother to restrain him in any other way. I lead him to the bed by hand and lay him down before climbing on top of him. The mattress is still slick with Steve’s blood. I lift Kevin’s feet up as I had Steve’s, and placing his shoes on my shoulders, plug my cock up his ass. Kevin’s face clenches into a grimace as his cry is muffled to a loud grunt by the tape. He opens his eyes wide and they well with tears. I bend down and lick his tears as they run down his cheeks.

No, they’re not sweet. They’re salty.

I talk him through it. “You know what’s coming, boy,” I whisper as I stroke his face. “Your buddy couldn’t hack it. My fault, really, cutting his throat like that. I should’ve known he’d croak too soon. With you, it’s gonna take longer, at least a little.”

The meat flinches and turns his face away, excepting the sharp, cold pain of my knife. But that’s not what he gets. Remember that piece of duct tape that I’d put on the back of the chair? This is why. It goes over his nose.

He fights. They always fight, even the ones who’ve accepted the inevitable beforehand. They can’t help it; it’s physiological, part of the involuntary muscle system. The body fights to live under any circumstances.

Thank god it does; that’s what gets me off.

The meat—it doesn’t need a name anymore—reaches up, hands scrabbling desperately at its blocked-off orifices. The kid’s brown eyes grow larger still, revealing a world of hurt panic that nearly makes me as hard as the soft sponge-like texture of the fuckmeat’s rectum massaging my swollen tool.

I grab the boy’s flailing arms by the wrist, forcing them to the blood-stained mattress. The furry-faced twink bucks and jerks in a futile attempt to throw me off. I straddle him, feeling his thick, limp rod slapping against my belly with every thrust of my cock. I spit in the meat’s face as I sneer down at him.

“That’s it, boy. Good little death pig. Yeah, you’re getting’ it. Fuck yeah, does it hurt? I hope it does, you fucking piece of shit. My cock is killing you. I’m fucking you to death. Your buddy died to get my dick hard; now you’re gonna die to make me cum. Worthless little punks, had to waste two of ya to get off. Goddam, I’m going through meat like it was Kleenex. You better be worth it, fuckwad.”

The kid is shaking his head violently from side to side. His bright yellow sneakers drum against my back, my ass. His hands clench and unclench as I maintain my grip on his wrists; his chest heaves upwards, pressing against mine, sliding along on a thin film of sweat.

His eyes are no longer beautiful; they’re grotesque, bulging horribly from his purple face. There’s a bulge in the duct tape over his mouth as well, accompanied by a mewling sound; it’s his tongue, swelling but unable to protrude, backing up into his throat.

As the meat’s brain begins to die off from lack of oxygen, its dick starts to grow erect. I can feel it pressing into my belly, hard and hot. He’s finally giving in; I’ve brought him to the point of ultimate surrender.

“Die, you fucking bitch,” I scream, spitting into the meat’s face again, “die on my fucking cock. Make me cum, fuckmeat, die for me. I want your death throes to jack me off. Come on, you useless piece of shit, work my cock until I pump your guts full of spunk and throw you away like a used rubber.”

The embrace of death is hard and tight. He grabs me convulsively, entwining me with his arms and legs. His face is close to me; I can barely recognize the beautiful teen with the furry face and the brown eyes. Bloodshot and swollen, his eyes now convey nothing but the resignation of eternity. His lithe body, slick with perspiration, undulates beneath me and I suddenly feel a sticky warmth spread across my abdomen. The meat has unloaded his death wad all over my belly.

I moan and curse as I cum, fucking whore piece of shit fuck drain my load you worthless fuck oh god oh fuck you fucking shit meat…

The meat has stopped twitching by the time I come to. I have to yank my dick out of his ass; my spunk has dried to a crust inside the colon. He’s lying there on his back, arms at his side, legs spread, flaccid cock still lying thickly on his belly on top of a glaze of deathseed. The blood has drained from his face; it’s no longer black but a pale blue. His eyes have glazed to the point of opacity; he stares milkily into space.

God, I’d love to fuck him again, but I can’t take the chance. I gotta get rid of two of ‘em now, and it need to be done before they get stiff. It’ll be nearly impossible to dump them then.

Now, where the fuck am I gonna dump all this meat?