Sadistic executioner here. Other than getting caught, I have no limits. Tell me your deepest, darkest fantasy, and I'll make it happen. Or inflict one of my own upon you. I am totally serious. My Wickr, if you're interested, is boyspy77.
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rtndguts
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`your mailbox here is full
rainmaker60
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I would like an extremely painful and drawn out death. can you help me
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shoot me in the belly hole.
yourtrophyhead
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Please behead me and preserve and keep my head as Your trophy and sex toy.
fireboots
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I might consider getting burnt at the stake for real! Tie me up naked facing the stake, and build the fire just high enough to lick my bum cheeks until I finally pass out and die. Then burn my body to ashes and dust!
thestewster
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Take your time gutting me or slit my throat if you like a quick kill.
captu3rd
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Love to be totally in the hands of the executioner. Do whatever you want with me and enjoy it
darkestblond
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love 2 be nailed 2 a cross with a dowel in my asshole & a mercury thermometer in my dickslit
hikerlad
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How far would you go?
hikerlad
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Hi, I'd come over and we'd have a drink and then you'd decide to take me; my second drink has something in it to make me fall asleep (or nearly). You pull my shirt and pants off and slide your thumb up my ass. There's no resistance. Is as I wake up, I push against your cock and want to feel you iii cum up my ass. You ask me to sit in an ice bath so I feel cold.
hikerlad
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A knife, gut me like a salmon and then fuck my corose
rtndguts
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A man should never offer what he's unwilling to give
bills48
I want to be snuffed out
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cruxpain
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My fantasy is impalement execution like this execution:
[There] was an oak stake about eight feet long, pointed as was necessary and tipped with iron, quite thin and sharp, and all well greased with lard. On the scaffolding were the blocks between which the stake would be embedded and nailed, a wooden mallet for the impalement, ropes and everything else that was needed. […] Without another word the peasant lay down as he had been ordered, face downward. The gipsies approached and the first bound his hands behind his back; then they attached a cord to each of his legs, around the ankles. Then they pulled outwards and to the side, stretching his legs wide apart. Meanwhile Merdzan [the executioner] placed the stake on two small wooden chocks so that it pointed between the peasant’s legs. Then he took from his belt a short broad knife, knelt beside the stretched-out man and leant over him to cut away the cloth of his trousers and to widen the opening through which the stake would enter the body. […] As soon as he had finished, [Merdžan] leapt up, took the wooden mallet and with slow measured blows began to strike the lower blunt end of the stake. Between each two blows he would stop for a moment and look first at the body in the stake was penetrating and then at the two gipsies, reminding them to pull slowly and evenly. The body of the peasant, spread-eagled, writhed convulsively; at each blow of the mallet his spine twisted and bent, but the cords pulled at it and kept it straight. […] At every second blow [Merdžan] went over to the stretched-out body and leant over it to see whether the stake was going in the right direction and when he had satisfied himself that it had not touched any of the more important internal organs, he returned and went on with his work.
For a moment the hammering ceased. Merdžan now saw that close to the right shoulder muscles the skin was stretched and swollen. He went forward quickly and cut the swollen place with two crossed cuts. Pale blood flowed out, at first slowly and then faster and faster. Two or three more blows, light and careful, and the iron-shod point of the stake began to break through at the place where he had cut. He struck a few more times until the point of the stake reached level with the right ear. The man was impaled on the stake as a lamb on the spit, only the tip did not come through the mouth but in the back and had not seriously damaged the intestines, the heart or the lungs. Then Merdzan threw down the mallet and came nearer. He looked at the unmoving body, avoiding the blood which poured out of the places where the stake had entered and had come out again and was gathering in little pools on the planks. The two gipsies turned the stiffened body on its back and began to bind the legs to the foot of the stake. Meanwhile Merdžan looked to see if the man were still alive and carefully examined the face that had suddenly become swollen, wider and larger. […] Since the man could no longer control some of his facial muscles the face looked like a mask. But the heart beat heavily and the lungs worked with short, quickened breath. The two gipsies began to lift him up like a sheep on a spit. Merdžan shouted to them to take care and not shake the body; he himself went to help them. Then they embedded the lower, thicker end of the stake between two beams and fixed it there with huge nails […].
[There] was an oak stake about eight feet long, pointed as was necessary and tipped with iron, quite thin and sharp, and all well greased with lard. On the scaffolding were the blocks between which the stake would be embedded and nailed, a wooden mallet for the impalement, ropes and everything else that was needed. […] Without another word the peasant lay down as he had been ordered, face downward. The gipsies approached and the first bound his hands behind his back; then they attached a cord to each of his legs, around the ankles. Then they pulled outwards and to the side, stretching his legs wide apart. Meanwhile Merdzan [the executioner] placed the stake on two small wooden chocks so that it pointed between the peasant’s legs. Then he took from his belt a short broad knife, knelt beside the stretched-out man and leant over him to cut away the cloth of his trousers and to widen the opening through which the stake would enter the body. […] As soon as he had finished, [Merdžan] leapt up, took the wooden mallet and with slow measured blows began to strike the lower blunt end of the stake. Between each two blows he would stop for a moment and look first at the body in the stake was penetrating and then at the two gipsies, reminding them to pull slowly and evenly. The body of the peasant, spread-eagled, writhed convulsively; at each blow of the mallet his spine twisted and bent, but the cords pulled at it and kept it straight. […] At every second blow [Merdžan] went over to the stretched-out body and leant over it to see whether the stake was going in the right direction and when he had satisfied himself that it had not touched any of the more important internal organs, he returned and went on with his work.
For a moment the hammering ceased. Merdžan now saw that close to the right shoulder muscles the skin was stretched and swollen. He went forward quickly and cut the swollen place with two crossed cuts. Pale blood flowed out, at first slowly and then faster and faster. Two or three more blows, light and careful, and the iron-shod point of the stake began to break through at the place where he had cut. He struck a few more times until the point of the stake reached level with the right ear. The man was impaled on the stake as a lamb on the spit, only the tip did not come through the mouth but in the back and had not seriously damaged the intestines, the heart or the lungs. Then Merdzan threw down the mallet and came nearer. He looked at the unmoving body, avoiding the blood which poured out of the places where the stake had entered and had come out again and was gathering in little pools on the planks. The two gipsies turned the stiffened body on its back and began to bind the legs to the foot of the stake. Meanwhile Merdžan looked to see if the man were still alive and carefully examined the face that had suddenly become swollen, wider and larger. […] Since the man could no longer control some of his facial muscles the face looked like a mask. But the heart beat heavily and the lungs worked with short, quickened breath. The two gipsies began to lift him up like a sheep on a spit. Merdžan shouted to them to take care and not shake the body; he himself went to help them. Then they embedded the lower, thicker end of the stake between two beams and fixed it there with huge nails […].
goobypls
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As long as you castrate my remaining testicle first you can watch me bleed out if you like, and fuck me/my corpse.
