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I saw him in a dance club on Saturday night. He was tall, slender, smooth, short cropped hair, mid-twenties. Wearing yellow suspenders, no shirt, jeans, and construction boots. I was wearing the same but without the faggy suspenders. When he saw me, his face lit up and he walked over. “Hi. Can I buy you a beer?”
He was from Switzerland, traveling on business. Very engaging personality and a beautiful smile. Bright sparkly eyes. Spoke with a French accent. As we talked, he ran his finger up and down between my pecs, occasionally brushing against my nipples. “Would you like to get together?” “Sure.” “My hotel or your place?” “Come home with me.” “Great! My name’s Jeremy.” “Call me Caleb.”
He was all over me during the ride home. Chattering away. Complimenting my body. Pawing at my bare chest and belly, and pinching my nips. I got us two beers. He was so anxious for sex that it was all I could do to get him to drink his down. I needed him to finish it off for the drug to take effect. Eventually, he wound down, slurring his words, still groping my body, sucking my tits, squeezing my cock, mumbling incoherently about being tied up, until he finally slid off the couch, banged his face against the coffee table, and fell to the floor.
His nose was bleeding as I dragged him down the hall and into the playroom. I cut his clothes off him and hauled him up by his wrists so he was hanging spread-eagle between two posts. Jeremy was smooth as silk above the waist, but since I like totally smooth men, I shaved his crotch, legs and pits. Now he was perfect.
I slapped his face a few times and his head lolled back and forth. The nose had stopped bleeding. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked out some bloody snot, making his nose drip red again. Down on my knees to examine his crotch. Nice long dick, soft now, encased in foreskin. I could feel drops of nose blood falling on my head as my tongue slipped under his foreskin and caressed the cockhead. Pretty clean. Only a slight taste of cheese. The dude had a large nutsac which held two ample sized balls. Nice.
I don’t like foreskin. Matter of preference, I know. Some guys love it. I don’t. So I began to chew on Jeremy’s. Pulling and ripping at it with my teeth, careful not to bite into his cockhead. Eventually, it began to tear and my teeth could get a better grip. I’m experienced at this and it only took twenty minutes to chew the foreskin completely off. I kept it in my mouth. Foreskin is tough and rubbery, a bit salty, and makes a nice chaw to keep in the mouth, like chewing gum. In time, it was thoroughly masticated and I swallowed. My first taste ever of Swiss flesh. It wouldn’t be the last. By the way, I said I didn’t like foreskin…to look at. I love to eat it.
I remained kneeling, taking his bloody cockhead in my mouth and sucked. Mmmmm. The sweet taste of blood. I let Jeremy’s long dong slide down my throat. Without its hood, his cockhead was wonderful. Gave it a few hard bites. Which elicited a loud groan from its owner. I stood.
Jeremy was slowly coming back. No longer slumped in the ropes, he was standing on his feet, trying to make sense of his whereabouts. I took his face in my hands and kissed him on the lips. “Hi, Jeremy. Welcome to our special place.” He returned the kiss, and smiled weakly. He realized he was tied and spread eagled, just as he had fantasized. If he felt any pain from his cock, he would have thought it was part of the fun. He let out a loud, long groan of pleasure.
Standing in front of him, I ran my hands over his chest and belly. “So smooth.” I began to pinch his tits. “Tasty, Jeremy.” All the while he moaned with pleasure. I leaned in and nibbled at his nips, gradually biting harder. Then I bit hard and my teeth dug deep into his flesh. His body jerked. “Not so hard, Caleb.” I bit again, this time breaking through his nipple flesh. “No, Caleb! That really hurts!” My teeth dug deeper. He squealed louder. Then my teeth broke through and ripped the tip from his nipple. I stood up, my face close to his, as I chewed his flesh. He froze. “That’s it, Caleb. No more. I’m leaving. You’re too weird.” I smiled. “No, Jeremy. We’re just beginning. It was your choice, remember? You wanted to come here with me. You wanted me to take you. And I will.” “NOOOOOOOOOO!”
He jerked away from me, yelling to let him go. I let him go on like this for a while before silencing him with a punch to his gut. His breath blasted my face and he was suddenly quiet, wheezing silently, gasping for air. His eyes bugged and his mouth gaped as I stood close and caressed his face. “You’re a very sexy man, Jeremy. Appetizing. And I want to taste you. I want to suck your dick, but we’ll have to make it hard first.” I went to a shelf, picked up a syringe, filled it with liquid Viagra, and shot it into the base of his cock. Immediately, it grew, hard and long. I knelt. Some blood was dripping from where I tore off his foreskin. His dick was slim but amazingly long, perhaps nine inches. I let it slide deep into my throat. In spite of his fear, Jeremy let out a long, deep moan of pleasure as I caressed his cock with my throat. Back and forth, in and out, his cock fucked my mouth until, at last, he was about to cum. His hips moved forward as he plunged deep into my throat, in and out. Deep moans, ready to cum. And just as he shot his load, deep in my throat, I bit into his dick. Hard. As hard as I’ve ever bitten into a man. His groan of ecstasy became a screech of pain. As his cum puddled in the rear of my mouth, I bit and gnawed at his hard dick. He screamed and lurched against the ropes. After I tasted blood, I slowed my chewing, knowing that his dick skin was slowly ripping. In time, when blood had mixed with the cum in my throat, I pulled off and swallowed. Jeremy was crying, begging to be let go.
I punched him in the gut again, several times. And the rib cage. A couple fists to the side of his head. He looked a bit glassy-eyed as I untied his wrists and ankles and he fell heavily to the floor. He offered no resistance as I moved his arms behind his back and tied his wrists together. Grabbed a rope from a pulley above and tied it to his wrists. Then I pulled slowly on the pulley rope. He was lying on his side as his wrists moved upward. The rope was straining his shoulders and getting uncomfortable, so he squirmed and got himself up on his knees to relieve the tension. But the rope kept pulling, so he pushed himself to a standing position. “Caleb! Stop all this! I don’t like it. It hurts!” His eyes pleaded. His eyes showed fear. I merely smiled as I continued to pull on the rope. Slowly, as his wrists moved up, his body bent forward. Arms strained at his shoulders. Jeremy let out some strange squeals as his weight became focused on his shoulder joints. Wrists higher. Up on his toes to relieve the pain. Until toes lifted from the floor. Body swinging free, higher, higher. When his head and butt were even with my face, I stopped pulling, tied off the rope, and stepped back to see Jeremy suspended in the air, swaying slowly, hanging only by his wrists. The pain wasn’t in his wrists, though; the pain was concentrated in his shoulder joint. Strappado. The Inquisition Torture.
Jeremy hung motionless. He learned quickly that any squirming would increase the pain. My hands stroked his face. “I like you, Jeremy. I’m enjoying you immensely. My boy toy tonight.” I walked to his side and ran my hands over his chest and belly. Then his back, nudging his arms at the same time to tweak his pain. I stood behind him, caressing his ass, spreading his cheeks, and pressing my tongue into his puckered hole. My hands reached between his legs and grasped his nuts, rubbing them between my fingers. I squeezed. He let out a long, low groan as I crushed his nuts in my fist. Still trying not to move.
I let him hang as I went to get a beer. I stripped naked, except for my steel-toe construction boots and returned to the playroom. I stood in front of the mirror, ran my hands over my body, admiring what I saw. 6’1”, 185, 26 years old, beautiful face with full head of thick brown hair. Smooth, perfectly sculpted body. Over my shoulder I said, “I see why you wanted me, Jeremy. You have impeccable taste.” I pulled a chair up close to where he hung and sat to drink my beer. Even when he let his head droop, he could see me. I stroked my body, running my hands sensually over my torso, thighs, and biceps. Stroke my huge rock-hard cock. I looked up at his eyes. “Still want me? Of course you do. You’ve never had a man as perfect as me, have you, Jeremy? I’m your dream. And your nightmare. I want you. I want to ravish every inch of you. Ram my dick into your butthole and down your throat. And I want you inside me, too. I’ve already swallowed your cum, tasted your blood, and eaten your dick skin. But I want more. I want to taste more. I want to feast on you.” A low moan, interspersed with sobs. I saw in his eyes. He knew. At that moment, Jeremy knew he would die and it wouldn’t be pleasant…at least not for him.
I always love these moments. First, the look in his eyes when a guy realizes that we’re not just playing a game, that he’s met up with someone who really wants to hurt him. The flicker of fear when he realizes that it might go very bad. And finally, the moment he knows…he knows he will die a horribly painful death. When hope vanishes. That is the moment I treasure most. To look into his eyes at the moment of total resignation when he totally deflates. Ahhh. So sweet. It’s like I mentally ejaculate.
Jeremy had been hanging in strappado mode for over half an hour. I could leave him there for hours but I prefer action. It’s why he came home with me. I got my neuro wheel. You know, one of those little wheels with sharp spikes. I rolled it over his butt, watching tiny droplets of blood form. Then pressed harder. Bigger droplets. He whined as the sharp points punctured his skin and his smooth ass became coated with blood. I licked the blood from his ass. Tasty! Spread his cheeks and ran the wheel in his crack. From tailbone to nuts. Then concentrated on his pink puckered hole. A screech. A lurch. This was hurting, so I pushed the wheel deep into his hole. Then in and out. Blood oozed and I put my mouth to his butthole and sucked and licked and slurped his warm red elixir.
My face was red and sticky as I went around to face Jeremy again. I pressed my lips to his and deep-kissed him. I read anguish in his eyes. He read joyous malevolence in mine. My hand smacked the side of his head. Again, on the other side. I began to swing him. Pushed him away and hit his face when he swung back. Spun him in a circle, smacking his head or punching his butt each time they passed me. The strain on his shoulders was immense. He was screaming in pain. “Time to finish this, Jeremy. So you can rest on the floor.”
I reached under him and pulled his ankles. As his legs moved toward me, his body moved downward, increasing the tension on his arms. I pulled. His body resisted. I pulled. His shoulders resisted. Until they didn’t. I heard a pop. Then a second pop. And suddenly Jeremy’s body plummeted down and he was hanging vertically. I released the pully rope and let his body drop to the floor. His feet hit first, then he toppled forward and landed on his face. I untied his wrists and let his arms flop off to the side. Flopped. He had fainted from the pain when his arms ripped from their shoulder sockets. I lifted one arm. I could move it in any direction. No resistance. I felt near the socket and could tell it was completely detached, held in place only by skin and tendons. I rolled him on his back and played with his arms, flopping them in this direction and that, doing propellor moves, all sorts of fun stuff. I decided to go further. I got a steel bar from my weight lifting set and whacked an elbow. Again. It cracked and we had another floppy joint. So cool! I cracked the other elbow.
As I said, he was out. Looked like his nose was broken and he was wheezing heavily through his mouth. I lapped the blood from his nose, sucking out more snot—yum, yum. His dick was still hard and standing tall from the Viagra. But I figured he would need some morphine for when he woke up. I checked to see if blood was still flowing through his arms despite the broken joints. It was, so I shot him with morphine and left him on the floor while I went to get a bite and a brew.
When I returned, his eyes were open but kind of glassy. “Ah, Jeremy. You’re awake. Let’s play some more.” Ignoring his low protesting moan, I propped him against a post, wrapped a rope tightly around his chest and behind to the pulley rope, and hoisted him up so he hung suspended by his chest. I tied off his ankles far off to the side. “Don’t worry, boy. I’m not going to rip your legs off. I haven’t decided about the arms, though, so we’ll just let them hang loose for now.” I flopped his arms, moved them into impossible positions, flipped them so he hit his face with his hand. As I moved them, I could hear a slight grinding in one shoulder socket. It seemed to hurt him, so I did stuff to accentuate the grinding. There can never be too much pain. I moved and flopped his arms in every possible position. With the morphine, Jeremy seemed confused at times as to what I was doing, but he was definitely feeling something that wasn’t pleasant. I took one arm, wrapped it behind his back, up over a shoulder, until his hand was at his face, Then I smacked the palm into his nose, pressing hard, grinding the broken cartilage and causing a nice blood flow. Wrapped my mouth around it again and chewed. Chewed on his nose until it was hanging partially loose from his face.
On my knees, I took his long, chewed up cock in my mouth. I’m a talented cock-sucker but could I actually make him cum after all the trauma he had suffered? I worked my magic, in and out, deep into my throat, until I felt him erupt in my mouth. He never made a warning sound. He just shot. I kept his cum in my mouth, letting it coat my tongue and teeth, swishing it until finally it slid to the back of my throat and down my gullet.
When I stood, Jeremy was showing a little more life. He was breathing heavily, almost panting. From my excellent blowjob? Or from pain? His face indicated it was pain. Oh, well. I brought five more items over and set them on the floor: an elastrator, a knife, a bowl, a syringe with a tube attached, and a large clear glass beer mug.
I took Jeremy’s nuts in my hand and stretched them in their sac. Opening the elastrator pliers wide, I slipped the latex band over his testicles and let the band snap tight over the top on the sac. His large nuts hung loose in the sac. I had drained them of cum and now I would feast on the orbs themselves. With one hand, I pulled on the balls while the other used the knife to slice the sac from his body. I squeezed his nuts from the sac, cut away some tissue, and dropped two white pearls into the bowl. So succulent. Who could resist these delicacies?
I stood, took one of his arms, slid the syringe into a vein, and let Jeremy’s blood drain through the clear tube into the mug. Then removed the syringe. Brought a small table over and set down the bowl and the mug. The bowl containing his two shiny, pearly white testicles. The mug filled to the brim with rich crimson blood.
My eyes were rapturous as I looked into Jeremy’s face. His were blank. I felt nothing but love for him right now. He wasn’t returning the love. “When you came on to me at the club, Jeremy, I knew I wanted to consume you. And now I can. I will. And you can watch. I will share tonight’s treats if you have the appetite. I’ve already feasted on your foreskin, bits of your nose and your dick, and I’ve sucked your blood and snot, and swallowed your cum. A tasty man, for sure. And now, look at this testicle, shiny, pearly white, still warm from your oven. Watch as I slide it into my mouth whole and chew.” My teeth clamped down on the springy organ. Suddenly a spurt as it broke open in my mouth. I chewed as slowly and sensually as possible, for Jeremy to see and for me to savor. GOD! It tasted good! One of the best I’d ever had.
The whole time, I had been looking into Jeremy’s eyes. They had bugged a bit when I put his nut in my mouth. As if “what the fuck?” He watched me chew and swallow with a tinge of disgust. But when I picked up the mug of blood and took a big swig, he made a gurgling sound…..and puked. Some hit my chest, but most sort of drooled out of his mouth, down his chin, and onto his chest. Didn’t have much in him, but he kept dry-retching for a couple minutes.
I set the bowl and mug down, and took him in my arms. “Sorry. I had hoped you’d enjoy it like I did. No matter.” I kissed him. A deep French kiss, my tongue trying to clean out his mouth. I sucked the mess from his mouth and lips, and licked it off his chin and chest. Then took a swig of blood to cleanse my palate. He showed no reaction as I ate his other testicle. I kept looking into his eyes, hoping for some reaction, but there was none. Damn. I glanced up at his torn nose, shrugged my shoulders and said, “You don’t need this anymore.” My teeth clamped down and gnawed until I had ripped it from his face. Blood poured from the gaping hole, ran down over his mouth, chin, and belly. His eyes showed pain. Good. About time. I still had half the mug of blood, so I poured it over his head. Looked cool, soaking his hair and trickling down his face and body. I’ll drink plenty more later. There’s lots where that came from. I swallowed the nose.
Got the elastrator, knelt, and popped a band onto the base of his cock. A quick cut and it was in my mouth. When he saw me with his dick hanging from my lips like a cigar, he cried. Tears ran thru the blood on his cheeks. Reminded me of Mathew Shepard on the fence. I picked up my pruning clippers and snipped off his toes. Put them in the bowl and popped them into my mouth, one by one, as Jeremy watched forlornly. A bad case of toenail fungus added zest.
“One of the things that attracted me to you, Jeremy, were your bright sparkly eyes. Very expressive and full of life. Where’d the sparkle disappear to?” I jabbed a finger into his left eye. He lurched and screamed. I dug deep and popped it out. Then the other eye. In seconds, both eyes hung loosely from their sockets. His body was quivering from shock as he keened a long high pitched wail. I laughed. “Hey, can you still see me? Watch my mouth.” I moved in, covered an eye with my mouth, and bit, severing the eyeball from the tissue attaching it to the socket. I bit into the orb and my mouth exploded with vitreous liquid. The liquid had no real taste but it seemed sublime. To eat an eyeball was a brand new experience for me. I’ve killed so many guys but never ate an eyeball. I was in ecstasy. I gobbled up the other one, and then proceeded to suck frantically at his eye sockets, straining to extend the experience.
Gouging and eating his eyes set something off in me. This happens from time to time where something clicks in my brain and I drop the cool, measured deliberation and slip into a frenzied mode, losing myself in almost uncontrollable viciousness. I began to punch wildly at Jeremy’s body. Belly, chest, head, legs, back, butt. His grunts and moans were loud at first, but tailed off as my pummeling continued. I dropped him to the floor, untying his restraints. He lay on his back, arms flung out at ridiculous angles, his nullo crotch void of any sexuality. I drove my steel-toed boots into his ribs and stomped his legs. Fell on top of him and began to bite at his body. Chewed his tits, bit into his face, swallowing bits of him. Then my frenzy stopped as quickly as it had begun.
I knelt and caressed the body of the boy who had been dancing so exuberantly just hours earlier. Now lying motionless, unconscious, deep rasping breaths. Time to finish it. I lay beside him and put my knife to his throat. Cut through the soft skin, only a couple inches deep. His neck bled but not too fast as I had avoided the arteries. I put my mouth to his throat and drank his rich, warm blood. It was like making love. Just sucking from the cut. Not swallowing all of it. Allowing much to drain onto the floor and puddle beneath his head. One hand caressed his head, the other his belly. I was slowly sipping his life away. My ear, close to his mouth, caught the labored breathing until there was no sound. The blood flow slowed, and stopped. I lay with him for an hour, holding the sexy man who came here so full of life and hoping for a grand sexual experience. That’s what he gave me. He never said what he felt about it.
I carried his body into the sub-basement where the graves were. Dumped him into one of the new ones, along with his clothes and I.D., and covered the corpse. Never knew his last name. Or where in Switzerland he was from. Just another pretty one. There will be more. There always are. They all want to come home with Caleb.
He was from Switzerland, traveling on business. Very engaging personality and a beautiful smile. Bright sparkly eyes. Spoke with a French accent. As we talked, he ran his finger up and down between my pecs, occasionally brushing against my nipples. “Would you like to get together?” “Sure.” “My hotel or your place?” “Come home with me.” “Great! My name’s Jeremy.” “Call me Caleb.”
He was all over me during the ride home. Chattering away. Complimenting my body. Pawing at my bare chest and belly, and pinching my nips. I got us two beers. He was so anxious for sex that it was all I could do to get him to drink his down. I needed him to finish it off for the drug to take effect. Eventually, he wound down, slurring his words, still groping my body, sucking my tits, squeezing my cock, mumbling incoherently about being tied up, until he finally slid off the couch, banged his face against the coffee table, and fell to the floor.
His nose was bleeding as I dragged him down the hall and into the playroom. I cut his clothes off him and hauled him up by his wrists so he was hanging spread-eagle between two posts. Jeremy was smooth as silk above the waist, but since I like totally smooth men, I shaved his crotch, legs and pits. Now he was perfect.
I slapped his face a few times and his head lolled back and forth. The nose had stopped bleeding. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked out some bloody snot, making his nose drip red again. Down on my knees to examine his crotch. Nice long dick, soft now, encased in foreskin. I could feel drops of nose blood falling on my head as my tongue slipped under his foreskin and caressed the cockhead. Pretty clean. Only a slight taste of cheese. The dude had a large nutsac which held two ample sized balls. Nice.
I don’t like foreskin. Matter of preference, I know. Some guys love it. I don’t. So I began to chew on Jeremy’s. Pulling and ripping at it with my teeth, careful not to bite into his cockhead. Eventually, it began to tear and my teeth could get a better grip. I’m experienced at this and it only took twenty minutes to chew the foreskin completely off. I kept it in my mouth. Foreskin is tough and rubbery, a bit salty, and makes a nice chaw to keep in the mouth, like chewing gum. In time, it was thoroughly masticated and I swallowed. My first taste ever of Swiss flesh. It wouldn’t be the last. By the way, I said I didn’t like foreskin…to look at. I love to eat it.
I remained kneeling, taking his bloody cockhead in my mouth and sucked. Mmmmm. The sweet taste of blood. I let Jeremy’s long dong slide down my throat. Without its hood, his cockhead was wonderful. Gave it a few hard bites. Which elicited a loud groan from its owner. I stood.
Jeremy was slowly coming back. No longer slumped in the ropes, he was standing on his feet, trying to make sense of his whereabouts. I took his face in my hands and kissed him on the lips. “Hi, Jeremy. Welcome to our special place.” He returned the kiss, and smiled weakly. He realized he was tied and spread eagled, just as he had fantasized. If he felt any pain from his cock, he would have thought it was part of the fun. He let out a loud, long groan of pleasure.
Standing in front of him, I ran my hands over his chest and belly. “So smooth.” I began to pinch his tits. “Tasty, Jeremy.” All the while he moaned with pleasure. I leaned in and nibbled at his nips, gradually biting harder. Then I bit hard and my teeth dug deep into his flesh. His body jerked. “Not so hard, Caleb.” I bit again, this time breaking through his nipple flesh. “No, Caleb! That really hurts!” My teeth dug deeper. He squealed louder. Then my teeth broke through and ripped the tip from his nipple. I stood up, my face close to his, as I chewed his flesh. He froze. “That’s it, Caleb. No more. I’m leaving. You’re too weird.” I smiled. “No, Jeremy. We’re just beginning. It was your choice, remember? You wanted to come here with me. You wanted me to take you. And I will.” “NOOOOOOOOOO!”
He jerked away from me, yelling to let him go. I let him go on like this for a while before silencing him with a punch to his gut. His breath blasted my face and he was suddenly quiet, wheezing silently, gasping for air. His eyes bugged and his mouth gaped as I stood close and caressed his face. “You’re a very sexy man, Jeremy. Appetizing. And I want to taste you. I want to suck your dick, but we’ll have to make it hard first.” I went to a shelf, picked up a syringe, filled it with liquid Viagra, and shot it into the base of his cock. Immediately, it grew, hard and long. I knelt. Some blood was dripping from where I tore off his foreskin. His dick was slim but amazingly long, perhaps nine inches. I let it slide deep into my throat. In spite of his fear, Jeremy let out a long, deep moan of pleasure as I caressed his cock with my throat. Back and forth, in and out, his cock fucked my mouth until, at last, he was about to cum. His hips moved forward as he plunged deep into my throat, in and out. Deep moans, ready to cum. And just as he shot his load, deep in my throat, I bit into his dick. Hard. As hard as I’ve ever bitten into a man. His groan of ecstasy became a screech of pain. As his cum puddled in the rear of my mouth, I bit and gnawed at his hard dick. He screamed and lurched against the ropes. After I tasted blood, I slowed my chewing, knowing that his dick skin was slowly ripping. In time, when blood had mixed with the cum in my throat, I pulled off and swallowed. Jeremy was crying, begging to be let go.
I punched him in the gut again, several times. And the rib cage. A couple fists to the side of his head. He looked a bit glassy-eyed as I untied his wrists and ankles and he fell heavily to the floor. He offered no resistance as I moved his arms behind his back and tied his wrists together. Grabbed a rope from a pulley above and tied it to his wrists. Then I pulled slowly on the pulley rope. He was lying on his side as his wrists moved upward. The rope was straining his shoulders and getting uncomfortable, so he squirmed and got himself up on his knees to relieve the tension. But the rope kept pulling, so he pushed himself to a standing position. “Caleb! Stop all this! I don’t like it. It hurts!” His eyes pleaded. His eyes showed fear. I merely smiled as I continued to pull on the rope. Slowly, as his wrists moved up, his body bent forward. Arms strained at his shoulders. Jeremy let out some strange squeals as his weight became focused on his shoulder joints. Wrists higher. Up on his toes to relieve the pain. Until toes lifted from the floor. Body swinging free, higher, higher. When his head and butt were even with my face, I stopped pulling, tied off the rope, and stepped back to see Jeremy suspended in the air, swaying slowly, hanging only by his wrists. The pain wasn’t in his wrists, though; the pain was concentrated in his shoulder joint. Strappado. The Inquisition Torture.
Jeremy hung motionless. He learned quickly that any squirming would increase the pain. My hands stroked his face. “I like you, Jeremy. I’m enjoying you immensely. My boy toy tonight.” I walked to his side and ran my hands over his chest and belly. Then his back, nudging his arms at the same time to tweak his pain. I stood behind him, caressing his ass, spreading his cheeks, and pressing my tongue into his puckered hole. My hands reached between his legs and grasped his nuts, rubbing them between my fingers. I squeezed. He let out a long, low groan as I crushed his nuts in my fist. Still trying not to move.
I let him hang as I went to get a beer. I stripped naked, except for my steel-toe construction boots and returned to the playroom. I stood in front of the mirror, ran my hands over my body, admiring what I saw. 6’1”, 185, 26 years old, beautiful face with full head of thick brown hair. Smooth, perfectly sculpted body. Over my shoulder I said, “I see why you wanted me, Jeremy. You have impeccable taste.” I pulled a chair up close to where he hung and sat to drink my beer. Even when he let his head droop, he could see me. I stroked my body, running my hands sensually over my torso, thighs, and biceps. Stroke my huge rock-hard cock. I looked up at his eyes. “Still want me? Of course you do. You’ve never had a man as perfect as me, have you, Jeremy? I’m your dream. And your nightmare. I want you. I want to ravish every inch of you. Ram my dick into your butthole and down your throat. And I want you inside me, too. I’ve already swallowed your cum, tasted your blood, and eaten your dick skin. But I want more. I want to taste more. I want to feast on you.” A low moan, interspersed with sobs. I saw in his eyes. He knew. At that moment, Jeremy knew he would die and it wouldn’t be pleasant…at least not for him.
I always love these moments. First, the look in his eyes when a guy realizes that we’re not just playing a game, that he’s met up with someone who really wants to hurt him. The flicker of fear when he realizes that it might go very bad. And finally, the moment he knows…he knows he will die a horribly painful death. When hope vanishes. That is the moment I treasure most. To look into his eyes at the moment of total resignation when he totally deflates. Ahhh. So sweet. It’s like I mentally ejaculate.
Jeremy had been hanging in strappado mode for over half an hour. I could leave him there for hours but I prefer action. It’s why he came home with me. I got my neuro wheel. You know, one of those little wheels with sharp spikes. I rolled it over his butt, watching tiny droplets of blood form. Then pressed harder. Bigger droplets. He whined as the sharp points punctured his skin and his smooth ass became coated with blood. I licked the blood from his ass. Tasty! Spread his cheeks and ran the wheel in his crack. From tailbone to nuts. Then concentrated on his pink puckered hole. A screech. A lurch. This was hurting, so I pushed the wheel deep into his hole. Then in and out. Blood oozed and I put my mouth to his butthole and sucked and licked and slurped his warm red elixir.
My face was red and sticky as I went around to face Jeremy again. I pressed my lips to his and deep-kissed him. I read anguish in his eyes. He read joyous malevolence in mine. My hand smacked the side of his head. Again, on the other side. I began to swing him. Pushed him away and hit his face when he swung back. Spun him in a circle, smacking his head or punching his butt each time they passed me. The strain on his shoulders was immense. He was screaming in pain. “Time to finish this, Jeremy. So you can rest on the floor.”
I reached under him and pulled his ankles. As his legs moved toward me, his body moved downward, increasing the tension on his arms. I pulled. His body resisted. I pulled. His shoulders resisted. Until they didn’t. I heard a pop. Then a second pop. And suddenly Jeremy’s body plummeted down and he was hanging vertically. I released the pully rope and let his body drop to the floor. His feet hit first, then he toppled forward and landed on his face. I untied his wrists and let his arms flop off to the side. Flopped. He had fainted from the pain when his arms ripped from their shoulder sockets. I lifted one arm. I could move it in any direction. No resistance. I felt near the socket and could tell it was completely detached, held in place only by skin and tendons. I rolled him on his back and played with his arms, flopping them in this direction and that, doing propellor moves, all sorts of fun stuff. I decided to go further. I got a steel bar from my weight lifting set and whacked an elbow. Again. It cracked and we had another floppy joint. So cool! I cracked the other elbow.
As I said, he was out. Looked like his nose was broken and he was wheezing heavily through his mouth. I lapped the blood from his nose, sucking out more snot—yum, yum. His dick was still hard and standing tall from the Viagra. But I figured he would need some morphine for when he woke up. I checked to see if blood was still flowing through his arms despite the broken joints. It was, so I shot him with morphine and left him on the floor while I went to get a bite and a brew.
When I returned, his eyes were open but kind of glassy. “Ah, Jeremy. You’re awake. Let’s play some more.” Ignoring his low protesting moan, I propped him against a post, wrapped a rope tightly around his chest and behind to the pulley rope, and hoisted him up so he hung suspended by his chest. I tied off his ankles far off to the side. “Don’t worry, boy. I’m not going to rip your legs off. I haven’t decided about the arms, though, so we’ll just let them hang loose for now.” I flopped his arms, moved them into impossible positions, flipped them so he hit his face with his hand. As I moved them, I could hear a slight grinding in one shoulder socket. It seemed to hurt him, so I did stuff to accentuate the grinding. There can never be too much pain. I moved and flopped his arms in every possible position. With the morphine, Jeremy seemed confused at times as to what I was doing, but he was definitely feeling something that wasn’t pleasant. I took one arm, wrapped it behind his back, up over a shoulder, until his hand was at his face, Then I smacked the palm into his nose, pressing hard, grinding the broken cartilage and causing a nice blood flow. Wrapped my mouth around it again and chewed. Chewed on his nose until it was hanging partially loose from his face.
On my knees, I took his long, chewed up cock in my mouth. I’m a talented cock-sucker but could I actually make him cum after all the trauma he had suffered? I worked my magic, in and out, deep into my throat, until I felt him erupt in my mouth. He never made a warning sound. He just shot. I kept his cum in my mouth, letting it coat my tongue and teeth, swishing it until finally it slid to the back of my throat and down my gullet.
When I stood, Jeremy was showing a little more life. He was breathing heavily, almost panting. From my excellent blowjob? Or from pain? His face indicated it was pain. Oh, well. I brought five more items over and set them on the floor: an elastrator, a knife, a bowl, a syringe with a tube attached, and a large clear glass beer mug.
I took Jeremy’s nuts in my hand and stretched them in their sac. Opening the elastrator pliers wide, I slipped the latex band over his testicles and let the band snap tight over the top on the sac. His large nuts hung loose in the sac. I had drained them of cum and now I would feast on the orbs themselves. With one hand, I pulled on the balls while the other used the knife to slice the sac from his body. I squeezed his nuts from the sac, cut away some tissue, and dropped two white pearls into the bowl. So succulent. Who could resist these delicacies?
I stood, took one of his arms, slid the syringe into a vein, and let Jeremy’s blood drain through the clear tube into the mug. Then removed the syringe. Brought a small table over and set down the bowl and the mug. The bowl containing his two shiny, pearly white testicles. The mug filled to the brim with rich crimson blood.
My eyes were rapturous as I looked into Jeremy’s face. His were blank. I felt nothing but love for him right now. He wasn’t returning the love. “When you came on to me at the club, Jeremy, I knew I wanted to consume you. And now I can. I will. And you can watch. I will share tonight’s treats if you have the appetite. I’ve already feasted on your foreskin, bits of your nose and your dick, and I’ve sucked your blood and snot, and swallowed your cum. A tasty man, for sure. And now, look at this testicle, shiny, pearly white, still warm from your oven. Watch as I slide it into my mouth whole and chew.” My teeth clamped down on the springy organ. Suddenly a spurt as it broke open in my mouth. I chewed as slowly and sensually as possible, for Jeremy to see and for me to savor. GOD! It tasted good! One of the best I’d ever had.
The whole time, I had been looking into Jeremy’s eyes. They had bugged a bit when I put his nut in my mouth. As if “what the fuck?” He watched me chew and swallow with a tinge of disgust. But when I picked up the mug of blood and took a big swig, he made a gurgling sound…..and puked. Some hit my chest, but most sort of drooled out of his mouth, down his chin, and onto his chest. Didn’t have much in him, but he kept dry-retching for a couple minutes.
I set the bowl and mug down, and took him in my arms. “Sorry. I had hoped you’d enjoy it like I did. No matter.” I kissed him. A deep French kiss, my tongue trying to clean out his mouth. I sucked the mess from his mouth and lips, and licked it off his chin and chest. Then took a swig of blood to cleanse my palate. He showed no reaction as I ate his other testicle. I kept looking into his eyes, hoping for some reaction, but there was none. Damn. I glanced up at his torn nose, shrugged my shoulders and said, “You don’t need this anymore.” My teeth clamped down and gnawed until I had ripped it from his face. Blood poured from the gaping hole, ran down over his mouth, chin, and belly. His eyes showed pain. Good. About time. I still had half the mug of blood, so I poured it over his head. Looked cool, soaking his hair and trickling down his face and body. I’ll drink plenty more later. There’s lots where that came from. I swallowed the nose.
Got the elastrator, knelt, and popped a band onto the base of his cock. A quick cut and it was in my mouth. When he saw me with his dick hanging from my lips like a cigar, he cried. Tears ran thru the blood on his cheeks. Reminded me of Mathew Shepard on the fence. I picked up my pruning clippers and snipped off his toes. Put them in the bowl and popped them into my mouth, one by one, as Jeremy watched forlornly. A bad case of toenail fungus added zest.
“One of the things that attracted me to you, Jeremy, were your bright sparkly eyes. Very expressive and full of life. Where’d the sparkle disappear to?” I jabbed a finger into his left eye. He lurched and screamed. I dug deep and popped it out. Then the other eye. In seconds, both eyes hung loosely from their sockets. His body was quivering from shock as he keened a long high pitched wail. I laughed. “Hey, can you still see me? Watch my mouth.” I moved in, covered an eye with my mouth, and bit, severing the eyeball from the tissue attaching it to the socket. I bit into the orb and my mouth exploded with vitreous liquid. The liquid had no real taste but it seemed sublime. To eat an eyeball was a brand new experience for me. I’ve killed so many guys but never ate an eyeball. I was in ecstasy. I gobbled up the other one, and then proceeded to suck frantically at his eye sockets, straining to extend the experience.
Gouging and eating his eyes set something off in me. This happens from time to time where something clicks in my brain and I drop the cool, measured deliberation and slip into a frenzied mode, losing myself in almost uncontrollable viciousness. I began to punch wildly at Jeremy’s body. Belly, chest, head, legs, back, butt. His grunts and moans were loud at first, but tailed off as my pummeling continued. I dropped him to the floor, untying his restraints. He lay on his back, arms flung out at ridiculous angles, his nullo crotch void of any sexuality. I drove my steel-toed boots into his ribs and stomped his legs. Fell on top of him and began to bite at his body. Chewed his tits, bit into his face, swallowing bits of him. Then my frenzy stopped as quickly as it had begun.
I knelt and caressed the body of the boy who had been dancing so exuberantly just hours earlier. Now lying motionless, unconscious, deep rasping breaths. Time to finish it. I lay beside him and put my knife to his throat. Cut through the soft skin, only a couple inches deep. His neck bled but not too fast as I had avoided the arteries. I put my mouth to his throat and drank his rich, warm blood. It was like making love. Just sucking from the cut. Not swallowing all of it. Allowing much to drain onto the floor and puddle beneath his head. One hand caressed his head, the other his belly. I was slowly sipping his life away. My ear, close to his mouth, caught the labored breathing until there was no sound. The blood flow slowed, and stopped. I lay with him for an hour, holding the sexy man who came here so full of life and hoping for a grand sexual experience. That’s what he gave me. He never said what he felt about it.
I carried his body into the sub-basement where the graves were. Dumped him into one of the new ones, along with his clothes and I.D., and covered the corpse. Never knew his last name. Or where in Switzerland he was from. Just another pretty one. There will be more. There always are. They all want to come home with Caleb.
