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yesA lot of people in this and other dark forums like this one have a not so secret fantasy involving their own death. "Cute Dead Guys" is basically a gay necro forum, guys enjoying looking the dead bodies of other men. I'm an outsider here, I'm primarily hetro, though Bi better describes me, and I'm interested in the act of dying rather than the corpse. I also get my biggest thrill by thinking about my own death in a rather extreme way, to be burnt alive naked at the stake. In those fantasies my executioners are usually men, and I do fantasize about other men burning alive too.
Recently I've had offers to fulfill those fantasies both here and on other death themed forums and it got me thinking.
Would I really do it?
Go all the way and burn at the stake to ashes and dust?
The scary thing is that I was seriously considering the idea. I've been close before, most recently during a brief fight with Cancer. Basically my love of life the belief that where there is life there is hope has stopped me from fulfilling my ultimate fantasy. If death was the only option I would choose to burn, but death, while inevitable, is never the only option.
My Question to the members of Cute Dead Guys is: If given a serious offer to fulfill your ultimate death fantasy would you accept?
If you don't want your opinions known by the general forum please PM me.
Fireboots
That sums it up for me.“If given a serious offer to fulfill your ultimate death fantasy would you accept?”
That was the question which opened this discussion. I considered the question and quickly came to the conclusion that , No, I would not want to experience the death that I fantasize, the death that causes me to jerk off.
The death I fantasize would be so excruciatingly painful and drawn out, that I would never want to actually experience it. Any one who has read any of my stories knows that my victims suffer horribly before they finally die. “Sniffing Fags” is a good example of my fantasy death. No. No. I’m not man enough to actually want that suffering.
It is a fantasy in itself to think that If given a serious offer to fulfill my ultimate death fantasy, I would accept. Good God, No. The real Caleb would never want to die at the hands of the fictional Caleb. I'm not insane!
The same for me would be great + if someone want to eat me after , feel free to do itMy fantasy since childhood is to be taken in to a forest, stripped, bound, sodomized, pissed on, and then hanged, strangled or beheaded. Add in some minor torture or caning, something wet and messy, plus castration at the end of it, and it would be perfect. Still looking for someone to help...
I would love to be in the audience watching the butchering.My own ultimate fantasie is to be snuffed in front of an audience. Tortured amd butchered to be eaten after by the guests.
I have to say this is close to the best fantasy of my dream:I would love to be in the audience watching the butchering.
I would love to be on stage doing the butchering.
I would eat you, too. But you knew that.
I would eat you. Raw or cooked. Any part or every part. You are a man. You are meat. You will nourish me.I have to say this is close to the best fantasy of my dream:
a group of private billionaires pay at least 1 million dollars to be invited in a secret location to witness the butchering and the cook of a few twinks, who were kidnapiped and brought in to this location, hogtied naked and gagged. I am hired to help out this butchering, cooking and feasting process, which is supposed to last 24 hours.
the 4-5 victi twinks seem to be all in their 18-24 years old age, ample, handsom, likely all YouTuber, from USA, German, UK, Russia and Ukraine. The large room is dark, probably a remote barn site, while with the lighting in the center with a big table and platform as the butchering stage, and over two dozen paying billionaires sitting around more or less in the dark.
one by one, the first two guys were taken to the center stage, thrown on the table, ropes on their feet latched to the hanging hook. They were briefed what is about to happen to them, and their panicking screams were recorded. Meanwhile their naked bodies were water cleaned, hair shaved from neck to toes (head spared). They were also given a few minutes to record their last voices, not necessarily the last wishes. Live video cameras are in multiple angles to record all details of the focused scenes in the table. Horrified guys were begging to live, only realizing no avail.
my best skills have been in the restaurant and kitchens and I specialize roasting boiling and Italian porchetta etc. at this moment I was asked to help out finishing off these guys with the paying customers live watching the butchering, and afterwards, I will join a few other hired chefs to work out a few dozen delicious dishes in the next few hours to those billionaires.
with two guys were ou, I also noticed the other victtims, fully gagged and naked hogtied on the side, almost all passed out in horror, knowing what to expect to happen to them as well, likely in a few hours. They were barely breathing and eyes were in despair.
they were brought here for over a day, and not fed yet so far. Cooked meats from the first two twinks were brought to them, and their eyes dazed, not sure what to do….eating their mates freshly cooked ribs as cannibal, or defying hunger tortures!
the only major twist I would insert here is: almost 2am passing the midnight, just as I thought I would join others to continue the work to finish off their rest three twinks, something was taking a surprised turn: the other guys that I worked with suddenly grabbed me and knocked me out, and by the time I regained consciousnes, I found myself naked, hogtied on that butchering table, and just as we did to the first two twinks, my body seems to have been cleaned and all my body hairs were also shaved or waxed out, and soon I found my trussed feet were hoised higher and higher: I am about to be throat-slit and butchered like a pig, as well.
i could not get my head around as to what just happened, but apparently the fear to die and the fantasy to be butchered for my meat, in front of all other people, the paying billionaire, the coworkers who I thought were my friend, and also the other rem three twink victim, looking confused sitting there. I can’t breathe but I sweat terribly, extremely thirsty, due to loss of water, and I watched up, looking at my white cleaned body hoised upside down under the lime light, I was not sure what all the thoughts were swirling in my head…
then the same moment came: “Chris, would you like to say something as the last words? We definitely record whatever you say….” And I now realize I lost control of anything and everything, not even able to utter any words, for just a few moment, I could only realize that I am about to be throat-slit, my blood splashing out, and likely within a couple minutes I fall into sleep…is that fucking billionair weirdo, now I could still see clearly with my eyes, even upside down, paying for my life and he is smirking now….he actually wants to eat my meat?
but, this did not take long, just as I turned my head trying to see other people, the sharp blade is into my throat….
ok, I am finito!