Why do death thoughts stimulate?

[fireboots]

I've long wondered why my fantasy with my own death by burning at the stake creates such a powerful sexual stimulation. I mean it is horribly painful, yet I find the pain of getting my butt burned massively stimulating, sometimes it is the only thing that can get me off. Virtually all of my masturbatory fantasies involve myself getting burnt at the stake nude. I find images of burning at the stake enormously stimulating, and other images of burning and burnt people arousing, but as a vision of myself meeting a fiery ending.

What I am wondering is how many people find visions of their own death stimulating? I know there are a few out there in CDG land.

 

[PiercedChest]

I love to fantasize about getting shot or stabbed in my chest. Executions, duels, stealth kills, all are sexually very stimulating to me (always by a handsome hairy shirtless killer who can (ab)use me before he delivers the death thrust). I don't know why I find such fantasies stimulating, but just enjoy them.
But I don't really need those fantasies to cum, I have many other harmless sexy fantasies too, they're just one kind I use sometimes.

 

[Outlawbiker]

I get a hard on from wearing boots, leather jeans, leather shirt and leather jacket. I love to watch movies where guys get kill or murdered with thier boots and leathers on. I think of being killed by stabbing , shooting and hanging. I fell my self pissing and shitting in my leather jeans as I die. I like the feel of my piss running down my leg into my boots. I have done simulated hangings using a safety harness under my leathers from the back of a horse. I kick some with my spurs jingling then the warm feeling of piss running down my leg.

Outlawbiker.

 

[headsman]

I remember when I was a kid in the dentist's chair. He would be doing things to my teeth while I was helpless. I started looking forward to these sessions with a semi stranger. It was never sexual, bit it felt good when he worked on me. Later I played games with other kids where one of us played dead. That was fun, but one night I had a mind altering dream about a really hot guy in school with me. He had a great swimmer's body. In my dream we were on the front lawn of our house when suddenly I put a spear through this guy. The details are vague in my dream. I just remember this handsome guy on the ground, helpless as I explored and used his body. That might have been my first wet dream. After that I regularly fantasized about using hot guys as they died in various ways, drowning, strangulation, hanging and beheading. Burning a guy would be stimulating, but you can't do much with the body. Electrocuting a guy slowly could be really good...

 

[fireboots]

Burning a guy would be stimulating, but you can't do much with the body. ...

You see Headsman, that is actually one of the things I like about burning, the total destruction of the body. I think the idea of being totally released of physical connection with this plane of existence is super sexual, total release!

Fireboots

 

[fireboots]

Getting back to my original question, rephrased a bit:

Why is the idea of death such a powerful, and sexual, draw?

And more specifically: Why would someone get aroused by the thought of their own sudden and probably nasty death?

I've thought about this a lot and really don't have an answer, it is so illogical to find death stimulating, particularly your own death, yet i do, and I think a lot of people in this forum do. I am different than the necrophiliacs here in that dead bodies do very little for me, but the act of dying, particularly by fire, does.

Fireboots

 

[Marky]

Hi FB - I can't think of a logical reason, but if the thought of death is arousing, just enjoy it. Logic dictates that you shouldn't actually die, since you'll be in no fit state to remember how good it was, or to do it again. In imagination, too, a lot of the elements of execution are arousing: being helpless in the hands of your executioners; your fit body being paraded naked or near naked in front of a jeering crowd; the cold iron of the stake and the tightness of the iron chains binding you too it; the contrast of the cold air on your skin and the growing warmth as the fire starts to catch; the searing pain that turns to endorphin-fuelled pleasure as your flesh begins to sizzle; the last explosive ejaculations as you slip into eternal darkness. All good stuff, to be enjoyed whenever the mood takes you.
Marky

 

[fireboots]

Thanks Marky,
I think you are close to my thinking. I don't understand the sexual draw of dying, but I know it exists in many people.

Part of my thing is the idea of dealing with massive pain then reaching the powerful rapture and release from that pain.

Fireboots

 

[StrokMcToke]

The idea of release is key. Release cum, release tension, release life, release the mind.

 

[Outlawbiker]

One of the things that turn me on is the Masculine way a guy accepts his fate/death. Like the outlaw who is out of bullets and charges the Posse with a empty gun. Now that gives me a hard on.

 

[Cadarvel]

In my beheading fantasies I tend to love the idea of the head remaining alive for a moment or two, and experiencing either some time as just a head, or the feeling of slowly sliding off the neck, either case would be very painful but I always minimize the pain because physical suffering doesn't do much for me, I'd only include some suffering if it's in the form of confusion or shock from the experience, only slight physical pain. Outllawbiker I think I can relate to you also, I sometimes imagine the guy accepting the wound he has just received and bowing his head on his own accord.

 

[fireboots]

You see Cadarvel, for me the pain is really important, I guess that comes from my twisted view that pleasure results in pain, and pain results in pleasure. Like StrokMcToke says above, the release is the key.

I am a regular "fire-player", and there have been times that I have gotten so into the stimulation of getting my butt, and the shaft of my cock licked by flames and burnt that I go too long and have had some nasty burns. The thing is that I loved the pain of the burning, I get my major release, often cumming twice in short order, but when I go too far I have nasty reminder of the pain without the release. This is probably a good thing, as it forces me to limit my more destructive behaviors or else I probably would have been burnt to ashes and dust long ago.

 

[necrocream]

Whether it's your own death or theirs, it just seems to be completely normal. I used to crave being fucked to death while eating men's shit or having them eat my body as I died. And I used to be able to almost cum spontaneously without jerking by intensely imaging being stabbed to death by a satyr with a butcher knife.


Such perversion is about being a human male.


On other threads I've referred to the french phrase for sex or orgasm "le petite mort" (the little death) and those WW1 stories about the battlefields of France where hundreds of thousands of men died in a single day, and some of the officers and surviving soliders who later perused these acres of gore and dismemberment and rot were often consumed by an overwhelming, exhilerating, hyperventilating, adrenaline-fueled sexual high they'd never known and didn't understand. (Many of them had never been sexually sadistic nor had conscious homosexual tendenices prior to this). Their own bodies' reactions to the carnage produced spontaneous ejaculation in some, or they returned to the barracks and masturbated furiously to unprecedented climaxes.


And that was only the men who reported it. Most obviously didn't.


But it permanently changed some of their sexuality, and not all of these men were happy about it, especially for the ones who resisted their new compulsion (some couldn't get the images out of their mind, or could no longer cum with a partner without visualizing those war fields, even years later).


And the military had to send out men to round up necrophiliacs, AWOL soldiers or nearby villagers who were sodomizing the dead bodies and had to be "stopped."


So it's normal. People often say death is part of life, but death is also part of sex and sexuality. Especially for men and especially for men who are into other men. And like much of sex, who you're attracted to and what fetishes compel you, death sex interests are mysterious but simply exist.


You can resist them, feel they're 'wrong' and try to put them out of your mind. But the urges always come back, sometimes more intensely because you'd denied them for a while. And every time you re-discover how much you crave that dark kind of sex or porn, re-discover how hopelessly perverted you are, it's thrilling. It's like living in a house all of your life, then one day waking up an discovering or re-discovering a new, beautiful wing of that house, one where there are no rules and anything goes. Then you really know who you are. And it's delicious, like the natural graduation spot for Sex and accepting it as such.


I developed incest fantasiens during puberty and even disability fetishes shocking early, raunch fixations after that and then death and gore obsessions in high school and beyond. They fascinated me to the exclusion of almost everything else. And what's more, it felt healthy: a young man learning who he was, and eventually how normal and common these sensations were amongst young men. They didn't prevent me from functioning or from having normal partnerships (though I do believe two husbands or male lovers who don't share with and expose to each other this side of themselves lack an intimacy or a joy-bond I find very important in a romance). And I never killed a soul. It wasn't necessary. But I did want to meet and maybe marry a nice mortician.


When I was in my teens, whenever I met a guy I found very attractive, I usually very soon pictured him decapitated and disemboweled, his eyes gouged and me fucking, licking and chewing on all of it. It was a sign I liked him.


Watching one of the videos here of the decapitated body and handsome head being stabbed and tossed around, with all the young men hooting and hollering (I could swear one of the witnesses seems to have some major semi-wood) there's no debating the vibe is utterly sexual. Gay, straight or bi is meaningless in that context. They are men. Their bonding and delight, their necro-sexual camaraderie, is instinctive and beautiful, including what some of them may have just learned about their own identity.


It doesn't matter that the sexuality is unspoken. Every guys knows. And their feelings of exultation is addictive and infectious.


http://cutedeadguys.net/vbtube_show.php?tubeid=1157


Evil? Hateful? Disgusting? Go ahead and call it that, just make sure you jack off before bed or you'll be up all night stewing over the revulsion-attractive dichotomy which draws guys to this material repeatedly.


Whenever I view male death pics and videos, whether it's here or a fringe news site, and find myself paying close attention to all the details and remain consciously un-aroused, eventually I find myself surprised when I realize my lap is wet, that I've been pre-cumming for however long without knowing. And then I may find I'm still pre-cumming quite a while later when making dinner and my mind isn't on this stuff at all. To the point it can almost become a situational problem.


So death imagery causes the brain and body to begin preparing for sex, even when you're not really viewing it for pornographic reasons.


Blocking out the deep, basic carnal beauty of death and horror probably creates mental problems, compounding one's fears. But embracing it as a normal part of your (and other guys') sexuality is righteous. It makes you free.

 

[demon007]

I don't feel that way about my own death but I do in fantasizing about killing others. I am physically attracted to lads in late teens/early 20s with muscular bodies.. Not bulky but average, Skinny ripped i think the term is. With my crazy death fantasies and fascination with the human heart I get hard and ejactulate at thought of stopping their hearts or removing them from their bodies... In public the thoughts come flooding in but in reality I am the nicest thoughtful person you will ever meet.

My colleague is exactly what I have described. He wiped his face with his top the other day and I could see his bulging six pack.. I was instantly hard and now every time I see his torso area I can only think of the muscle body under his top and the heart beating in his chest and the sexual urges to feel his muscled body and the heart inside it. The thought of killing a body like that sends my desires into overdrive. But ofc it's fantasy theres a difference between thinking and doing. Obviously

I dont know but I think half the fascination of killing is knowing you have that power over someone to take their life... Everyone has their types in their sexuality and will go for a certain type of male. I fantasize about dominating as a top. I fantasize he is under my mercy and he dies when I want him to.. It's the thought of dominance that drives it from a killer's fantasies...

I can't speak about victims because i dont see myself as one.. Even as someone who was bullied in school I dont see it in myself to be a victim and get no pleasue from it. I fought back and wanted to kill them.. One of which I wish I had the guts to.. Once I hit his head of a brick wall in retaliation. I still wish to this day that I didn't stop.. Don't care if that makes me evil..

I hate how people try to equate good and evil with being "human".. "humane".. In reality we are an animal. its like people have to convince themselves they are better just to get through the day

 

[MassacreNight]

actually not into the real stuff. Just fight scenes and it's hard to find a group specifically for that. I think of them as knocked out after a fight more than anything else. I tend not to go into the real forum for that reason. Hard to pretend when the guy's in several different pieces.

 

[zonmoy]

for me its fantasies of power, the power and the job of ending the life of one that all there believe is deserving the execution he is getting. also just something about the terror of a doomed rough and tough man waiting and taking all the abuse the guards are giving him or those that have power over him are giving him is just damn hot.

 

[zorglub]

Unsuspecting end as in hanging, shooting or stabbing a lead character clad in leather jeans turns me on.

 

[zorglub]

My sentiment exactly.

 

[zorglub]

I get a hard on from wearing boots, leather jeans, leather shirt and leather jacket. I love to watch movies where guys get kill or murdered with thier boots and leathers on. I think of being killed by stabbing , shooting and hanging. I fell my self pissing and shitting in my leather jeans as I die. I like the feel of my piss running down my leg into my boots. I have done simulated hangings using a safety harness under my leathers from the back of a horse. I kick some with my spurs jingling then the warm feeling of piss running down my leg.

Outlawbiker.

My feel exactly. Leather jeans with enough rise and tightness to have the front seam push against my prostate. Then take a broom shaft (small towel optional) and put onto the small towel placed just above your scrotum and just below your belly. This is the exact spot of compression going forward. Then find a place in the house where this broom shaft is going to wedge you in against the floor and compression spot. This will cause sexual arousal and most pleasantly simulate death slumping over in relaxing manner, relaxing muscles, to press the bladder and release. One method I use is pulling down the zipper but preferred is to do the stick (preferrably aluminum) down front under the belt which naturally creates a slupped over situation that is favourable. Has to be noted that the muscle tension takes a lot of will power to release before the stick reaches the bladder.

 

[postmortem]

I like to draw the line between fantasy and reality, and yes, the lack of pronounced barrier between the two on these forums is somewhat disturbing to me.

This is a hardcore ingrained fantasy, yes, but fulfilling it helps me LIVE in this reality. It's not my fault that my sexual fantasies are about dying, but they remain my sexual fantasies and nothing I can do about it.

They have been there since even before I was sexually aware... even as a child of 9 years old, running around playing war with other children, I longed to be "killed" and then impress them with being a convincing corpse. Maybe they'd shoot their toy guns into me just to make sure... it made me feel "tickly" in ways I have not felt before.

The first time I came as a teenager, was to imagery of being pushed to fall onto a spike fence, being penetrated by several spikes, and limply coming to rest.

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Honestly it feels like past-life memories. Several past-life memories overlapped, with that final release of energy when my body is killed, echoing through space-time and affecting my current life.

Like I need to heal those echoes of trauma by going deep into them.

Whether being a straight Dom, with a female who plays dead (I did this with prev. girlfriends), or as a gender-agnostic Sub who plays dead (which makes me compatible with gay/bi Doms and these forums!), the experience is equally arousing because it doesn't matter so much WHO is experiencing the state of non-existence, no-mind.

It's just that I am NEAR it, in SOME capacity... it feels like being near a portal to a higher realm, where all the answers lie about our existence...

Also, playing games with it feels invigorating, like some ancient tribal rituals created around death to soothe their feelings about it.

My Sub side was there first... I just walled it off and ignored it for all these years. And yet I couldn't help but regularly RP being killed on my own, getting better at it, and these sudden images of being post-mortem manipulated, my dead body being WANTED, by a dominant male killer started popping into my mind...

The contrast between my alive self with all his wants and feelings and heterosexual orientation... and my dead self, without a mind, reflexes, sexual orientation, sense of time... just a pliant piece of meat killed for someone's fun... my boundaries violated completely... it makes me hard without fail.

Everyone has a dark side. Well, at least mine is physically harmless fantasies instead of a heroin addiction or something. Now THAT would've been bad...