I love nipples. Literally. I nibble and chew and swallow. And when they are devoured, I suck up the blood that flows from the wound. Beneath me, I feel a body lurching and jerking in pain. I hear the muffled screams coming from a mouth stuffed with a sock. The sock mutes the noise, like a mute on a violin or trumpet, creating a more mellow sound. But still, the sound of pain and terror. And I’m in Heaven.
Fantasy. Going way back to elementary school. My friends at the local swimming pool. Then gym class and the showers. Smooth young skin and a growing desire to chew on it, to eat. This craving ate at me. Stronger and stronger, until I relented and bowed down to the demon inside me. I yielded to man’s most primal need. To kill for food. I was twenty-two.
But who? Blake. A rent-boy. Gorgeous, well-built. Smooth ivory skin, great thighs and biceps. Sexy pecs studded by two large brown nipples, topped with succulent tips. Yes. Blake would be my first. We met on Hustler Hill and negotiated. I was more than generous. He was willing to go to my cabin three hours out of town. He was willing to let me tie him down. For a price. A hefty price. I gave him cash. He was satisfied. For him, a profitable night. I was ecstatic. For me, the night of my dreams.
In the cabin, Blake was spread-eagled on a bed. God, he was gorgeous! And I kept telling him that. Feeding his ego. I asked him to struggle against the ropes, emphasizing the muscularity of his arms and legs, his chest and abs. He was more than willing to show off his beauty, grunting and groaning and straining. I hopped on top of him and nibbled at his tits. He loved it. I dropped and sucked his cock. He moaned as I sucked his cock, but stopped before he came. The bitch was in heat.
Then, I bit. Hard. Ripping at his nipple. Teeth clamped onto the tip. He screamed. I bit harder, ripping at the fleshy tip. In a second, I had ripped it off and it was in my mouth. Oh. My. God. What have I done? A man’s nipple in my mouth! I almost couldn’t hear Blake’s screams as I rolled it around on my tongue. Awesome! Unreal! Very slowly, I chewed that little piece of flesh. I savored it until I had finally masticated it into a pulpy mush and swallowed it. Blake was still screaming and thrashing. I picked up a sock and jammed it into his mouth, muting his noise a bit. My eyes widened as I looked into his terror-filled eyes. “Sorry, man. I have to eat your nipples. Can’t help it.” I was suddenly calm. Even as he struggled mightily, tried to shout through the gag, and thrashed about on the bed. I put my hand to his cheek, ran my fingers through his hair, rubbed his belly, stroked his cock. He had one of those large, fleshy dicks that sort of stayed the same size whether hard or flaccid. Nice, but that’s for later. Right now, I wanted his nipples.
I am not going into detail on what I did to Blake. I’m not going to write a porn story. Suffice it to say that I killed him. The important thing is I ate human flesh for the first time that night. It was sublime. Every piece of Blake that went into my mouth was sublime. It is a taste like no other. Eating Blake was a combination of physical and mental pleasures. Yes, eating flesh and drinking blood. But that pleasure was enhanced by witnessing his agony and terror, and hearing his screams of fear and pain. All came together to provide the most sublime and sensual experience of my life. I was changed. My future had changed. My cravings could no longer be subdued. I would kill again, and I would eat again. Many times.
Fantasy. Going way back to elementary school. My friends at the local swimming pool. Then gym class and the showers. Smooth young skin and a growing desire to chew on it, to eat. This craving ate at me. Stronger and stronger, until I relented and bowed down to the demon inside me. I yielded to man’s most primal need. To kill for food. I was twenty-two.
But who? Blake. A rent-boy. Gorgeous, well-built. Smooth ivory skin, great thighs and biceps. Sexy pecs studded by two large brown nipples, topped with succulent tips. Yes. Blake would be my first. We met on Hustler Hill and negotiated. I was more than generous. He was willing to go to my cabin three hours out of town. He was willing to let me tie him down. For a price. A hefty price. I gave him cash. He was satisfied. For him, a profitable night. I was ecstatic. For me, the night of my dreams.
In the cabin, Blake was spread-eagled on a bed. God, he was gorgeous! And I kept telling him that. Feeding his ego. I asked him to struggle against the ropes, emphasizing the muscularity of his arms and legs, his chest and abs. He was more than willing to show off his beauty, grunting and groaning and straining. I hopped on top of him and nibbled at his tits. He loved it. I dropped and sucked his cock. He moaned as I sucked his cock, but stopped before he came. The bitch was in heat.
Then, I bit. Hard. Ripping at his nipple. Teeth clamped onto the tip. He screamed. I bit harder, ripping at the fleshy tip. In a second, I had ripped it off and it was in my mouth. Oh. My. God. What have I done? A man’s nipple in my mouth! I almost couldn’t hear Blake’s screams as I rolled it around on my tongue. Awesome! Unreal! Very slowly, I chewed that little piece of flesh. I savored it until I had finally masticated it into a pulpy mush and swallowed it. Blake was still screaming and thrashing. I picked up a sock and jammed it into his mouth, muting his noise a bit. My eyes widened as I looked into his terror-filled eyes. “Sorry, man. I have to eat your nipples. Can’t help it.” I was suddenly calm. Even as he struggled mightily, tried to shout through the gag, and thrashed about on the bed. I put my hand to his cheek, ran my fingers through his hair, rubbed his belly, stroked his cock. He had one of those large, fleshy dicks that sort of stayed the same size whether hard or flaccid. Nice, but that’s for later. Right now, I wanted his nipples.
I am not going into detail on what I did to Blake. I’m not going to write a porn story. Suffice it to say that I killed him. The important thing is I ate human flesh for the first time that night. It was sublime. Every piece of Blake that went into my mouth was sublime. It is a taste like no other. Eating Blake was a combination of physical and mental pleasures. Yes, eating flesh and drinking blood. But that pleasure was enhanced by witnessing his agony and terror, and hearing his screams of fear and pain. All came together to provide the most sublime and sensual experience of my life. I was changed. My future had changed. My cravings could no longer be subdued. I would kill again, and I would eat again. Many times.
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