Your First Kill Fantasy

[callmecaleb]

Do you remember your earliest kill, or be killed, fantasy? (Or whatever other CDG desire?)

Mine was at about six. In my uncle’s comic book collection was a western scene where a frontiersman, clad all in buckskin, was fighting an Indian, wearing only loincloth and moccasins. The white guy shoved a knife into the red man’s ribs. The scene is still frozen in my memory, an image as vivid today as it was the day I first saw it: The Indian with a shocked look on his handsome face, a knife protruding from his smooth, muscular, naked torso.

Six-year-old Caleb had an epiphany. A knife and a muscled torso. Wonderment. Joy. Pleasure. Sexual ecstasy. From this sprang so many images and desires. And more to come, I hope.

 

[Outlawbiker]

I don't remember what age i was but I got a strange feeling when a Outlaw was killed. Especially if he had his pants tucked in his boots. I also like it when a outlaw was killed by his partner so his Partner could keep all the loot. Calvary guys in Indian battles getting killed with their boots on. Love it when a Warrior comes up to a Solder on the ground and rams his lance into the guys guts.

OUTLAWBIKER

 

[fireboots]

I know very well when my fist death fantasies started in Grade 1, when I got a bare bum strapping in front of a painting of Haven & Hell. I was told that I was a bad boy and had to repent or I'd be cast naked into the fires of Hell. Well Hell was full of naked people being tortured by Demons and writhing in the flames. Well I love to be naked, and I loved fire, so I thought that would be great plan!
Fireboots

 

[StrokMcToke]

started around kindergarten for me

 

[lindier]

It was when I had started high school and we were reading about Ulysses when he and his men were trapped by the one eyed man eating giant in his cave. And there was an illustration of one of his men held by the giant prior to him being eaten alive. And both were naked, although neither had any genitals, it was the sixties. And I thought how I wanted to be in his place.

 

[lindier]

It was when I had started high school and we were reading about Ulysses when he and his men were trapped by the one eyed man eating giant in his cave. And there was an illustration of one of his men held by the giant prior to him being eaten alive. And both were naked, although neither had any genitals, it was the sixties. And I thought how I wanted to be in his place.

Sorry for omitting the giant's name; Polythemus.

 

[deaddirty]

Quite right - one should always refer to a giant by their proper name, it's very rude not to. [Prim, straight face]

 

[lindier]

I must agree. Besides you must respect one who is about to tuck into you. So Polythemus it is.

 

[Asralore]

I vaguely remember dreaming about brutally murdering lots of people when i was in elementary. I usually killed them with bare hands anand teeth. I remember it usually was some kind of revenge scenario.

 

[callmecaleb]

That's cool. By the time I was ten, my teeth became my favorite instrument of sex. I began to fantasize biting off my best friend's cock. Later, I dreamed of biting into all parts of any naked man. Eventually, I wanted to chew and swallow.

 

[slitneck1]

That's cool. By the time I was ten, my teeth became my favorite instrument of sex. I began to fantasize biting off my best friend's cock. Later, I dreamed of biting into all parts of any naked man. Eventually, I wanted to chew and swallow.

you must be an interesting date

 

[callmecaleb]

you must be an interesting date

To some, I suppose.

 

[feettartar]

Mine was just the opposite of yours, Caleb - it was a depiction we had of Custer's last stand - all the bad guys being scalped and butchered by the Indians, leaving a few stripped-naked ones lying in agony - and meaty muscular bodies!
This would have been around kinder garden time for me - along with the usual Hansel and Gretel thing......

 

[callmecaleb]

Feettartar, I think I remember the Custer pictures. Yeah, the naked dead soldiers lying in the grass, scalped, arrows in their bodies. And the half-naked Indians. (I always got off on Indians in loin cloths.) I guess I was in middle school when I saw these.

 

[EHR99]

I can't remember my exact age, but I was in elementary school. The man who delivered heating oil to my house was hit by a train. 'Turned his truck into a fireball and incinerated the dude. He was a really nice guy. 'Always gave me suckers or gum when he came to the house. 'Still, I remember being thrilled that he was dead. 'Wished I could have seen his body sizzle. 'Wished I could have smelled his meat burn. Wish I could still.

 

[fireboots]

I can't remember my exact age, but I was in elementary school. The man who delivered heating oil to my house was hit by a train. 'Turned his truck into a fireball and incinerated the dude. He was a really nice guy. 'Always gave me suckers or gum when he came to the house. 'Still, I remember being thrilled that he was dead. 'Wished I could have seen his body sizzle. 'Wished I could have smelled his meat burn. Wish I could still.

Interesting, Did you you see the fireball?

You see, I've also always wanted to see someone burn alive, but my kink has always turned that into me being burnt alive. I've actually had that fantasy from before it was sexual, but when I was very young I found that images of people getting burnt alive got my thingy moving. It wasn't long before such images became my main masturbatory stimulation, men and women naked and being burnt alive. My other sexual focus was always butts, male or female, so soon I combined those desires and became obsessed with getting my own bare butt burnt while I humped a stake.

Fireboots

 

[KiltedSoldier]

Playing soldiers with school friends we made toy rifles / machine guns, grenades, swords and fought - those killed had to cry out fall and lie dead.

 

[BladeThruMyChest]

Started in Junior High with my buddy, Randy. He was red-haired and very light-skinned - the veins on his chest stood out like blue lines on a road-map. If he held up his hands over his head, you could see his heart beating at his lower left pec. At first, we'd just feel each other's heartbeat he really liked me to take off my shirt and lay down on his bed, he'd place his ear to my chest and listen to my heartbeat. After a while, he'd have me tie his hands behind his back, and hold a knife [butter-knife] right over his visible heartbeat. His chest would start heaving and he'd tighten his abs. After he'd beg me not to kill him, I'd raise the knife and bring it down [blunt end] to his chest. He'd cry out and arch his back. I'd twist the blade at his chest, shredding his heart as he weakened and died. He'd have me place my hand on his chest to be sure his heart had stopped beating.

We had several other games with one of us shot / stabbed through the heart.

 

[pierrepju]

In the cinema. Around ten or eleven years old. Cavalry troopers escorting a payment wagon annihilated by bandits and the dead soldiers being stripped of their boots and uniforms.

 

[Swag]

In middle school I would always hang out with my best friend at his house and his brother was a junior in high school at the time and was really fit because he did sports and he was always around the house showing skin and teasing us. I started having dreams of him, sometimes ending in his death. The weirdest one was him being crushed by an elevator that I had control over. One day we were at my friends place and their dad got a phone call and he had gotten into a accident while biking from home. We went to the hospital to see him and seeing him laying in that bed with the neck brace was so hot. I wanted to smoother him right then and there. I felt bad but I wished he had been killed, ran over and dragged. I imagined he would have looked amazing torn up and ripped open. Now years later he's gotten chubby and boring with kids. I still think about how I should have snuffed him out in his prime.