southerndaddy

Looking back now I realize that growing up I was one sick and twisted kid. Now I was not one of those kids that went around torturing puppies or kittens, no way. I couldn’t harm another living creature, except for one time, but that’s another story. I grew up fantasizing about pain, being raped, being taken and kept for days, weeks, months, and sexually tortured before succumbing to a slow and extremely painful death. I still fantasize about that.

Being older now, my fantasy hasn’t changed a lot, would love to be tortured and sexually used for weeks or months, hell even years. During this time I’d love to be bound and forced to watch as one of my testicles is cut from my sagging nut sack and then shoved into my mouth and I’m forced to eat it. All the while my “owner” has another boy there watching this take place, knowing that soon it’s his turn. My owner then positions me and the boy so that my face and mouth are under his sweet testicles. I’m continued to be tortured when my owner begins to cut the boys nut sack open. Blood falling down to my open mouth, then I’m forced to take his cut and bleeding nut sack into my mouth and drink. I’m then forced to eat this boys testicles raw.

Pain, Death, Castration,Blood