Killed By Choice

callmecaleb

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I lay naked on the heavy wooden table, looking up at Meatpie’s face. “Are you sure you want to do this? It’s irreversible.” I nodded and said, “Yes. This has been my dream and desire for a long time. Now finally, my fantasy can become my reality. No way will I give up this opportunity. And besides, everybody’s here. I promised them a party where they can act out their fantasies on me. Let’s not disappoint them. Fuck it! This is going to be fun!” Surrounding the table are five men who I have gotten close to during my years on CDG. They each have different interests and cravings, and we’ve talked about them forever. Each loves a good death, a spectacular, bloody, agonizing death. And I’m going to give them one. Or rather, they’re going to give one to me. Let’s all yield to our CDG Cravings.

I felt the needle penetrate my arm and soon the warmth as the paralyzing liquid flowed through my veins. It took effect quickly.

“It’s done, Caleb. You’ll never move again”, I heard Meatpie say quietly. “You’ll see and hear, but most of all you’ll feel. You’ll feel pain but won’t be able to cry out. Whatever you feel, we won’t hear you scream, and you will definitely try to scream. You have no idea how hideously painful it will be. I don’t know why the fuck you want to do this, but I hope you get what you want. Personally, I think you’re nuts.”

He was right. I couldn’t move. I stared up at the ceiling where a mirror was placed so I could see myself on the table. I looked pretty hot, a beautiful muscular smooth man. The guys came into my view. Felipe, Conrad, Ricky, Brock, Ivan. (I’m using their real names, not their CDG handles.) They ran their hands over my body, from my face to my crotch to my feet. Brock leaned down and bit my nipple. “He’s not reacting. Can he really feel that?” “Yes.” Brock bit again, harder. Oh yeah, it did hurt a bit. His teeth dug in, breaking skin, ripping my tit. I’ve had my tits twisted, clamped, pierced and bitten many times and always loved the pain, but this was different. It hurt bad. I shouted for him to go easy but no sound came out of my mouth. As he kept grinding at my tit, I felt warm blood running down my side. Jeez, this hurts bad! Then, he pulled back, and I could see him with my nipple in his mouth. Smiling with bloody lips. Chewing. Swallowing. “Damn, Caleb,” he said, “it’s just like one of your stories. I actually bit off your nipple and ate it. Finally. I’m a cannibal, like you. Thanks, bud. And, oh, you taste great.”

I felt more hands on my naked body. A little rougher now. Pinching. Scratching.

“He’s yours now, fellas,” said Meatpie. “Just like he wanted. Do your thing. Remember, he’ll feel everything. His choice. You’re his friends. You know what he wants. Or rather, what he wanted. The pain you give him will be so intense that he might feel differently now. But fuck it. He wanted you to enjoy his body so have at him. Just don’t kill him. Remember, he wanted me to do a live autopsy on him. We want him to see and feel his body opening up later.”

I felt my leg being lifted off the table. Ricky. He’s wanted my feet for years. Now they’re his. Just to please him, I’d worn the same wool socks for five weeks and haven’t washed my feet. I heard him sigh with pleasure as he sniffed and licked the stink and the toe funk. Then a sharp pain as he sunk his teeth deep into the skin of the plantar. Ahhhhhh! He began to chew on the soft, tender underside of my foot, moaning in ecstasy, as I knew he would. Fuck! That REALLY hurts! But Ricky wasn’t thinking of my pain, just his own absolute pleasure. He bit and chewed. The sole. The heel pad. The ball pad. Tearing my skin with his teeth. Ripping it off into his mouth. Munching my foot meat. In the mirror I could see him, chewing ravenously, saliva and blood dripping from his mouth as if he hadn’t eaten in days. His face was covered with my blood.

He stopped. Holding my foot lovingly, he began to lick at the blood. Took my big toe in his mouth and chewed slowly and deliberately, stripping away the flesh, cracking the bones, spitting out the toenail. And then, it was gone, into his belly. A void on my foot. The smaller toes disappeared in single bites. Ricky continued to chomp away until the skin on the top of my foot vanished, exposing the bones. So many bones. Teeth ripping them apart. Teeth ripping them off. Setting them on the table. When he had made a small pile, he stopped and picked one up. Munched on it delicately, as if he was nibbling on a chicken wing.

The pain Ricky inflicted on me was huge, so huge that my vision blurred and I couldn’t focus on him. And at the same time, the other guys were ravishing my body. Small knife cuts on my face and belly. Slaps and punches and bites. Pain became everything. The pleasure of watching my beauty destroyed became secondary. Pain became everything. I heard Felipe tell Ricky to put my leg down as he raised me to a sitting position.

“Hey, guys. Remember the pics on CDG of that hot Russian dude who liked to get beaten and bruised? I’m gonna do that to Caleb. Fuck up his face. No more pretty boy Caleb.”

Felipe slapped my face hard a few times and then hauled off and smashed his fist into my face. I fell to the side, off the table and onto the floor. Landed hard on my elbow and I could hear it crack. Ivan’s boot smashed into my ribs. Felipe rolled me onto my back, sat on my belly, and pummeled my face and chest. Other fists battered my body. And boots. Kicking and stomping my ribs, my back, my head. Ivan drove his steel-toe boot into my nuts. I screeched. Worst pain I’ve ever felt! FUCK! NO MORE! But no one heard me. No one would ever hear me. No one would ever stop the pain.

I was rolled onto my belly and felt my back and butt being whipped with a chain. The beating just went on and on, then suddenly stopped. I was lying on my face. “Let’s fuck him. Gimme your knife and I’ll make some lube.” I felt a sharp pain in my butthole as someone shoved a knife in and cut the sphincter muscle open. Then, one by one, my friends mounted me, jammed their hard dicks into my bunghole, and fucked me. One after the other, then another round or two, until they each lay exhausted on the floor. I was left alone, my whole body in excruciating agony.

I felt my self being lifted up. So painfully. I obviously had a broken elbow, a couple cracked ribs, a shredded foot, and a broken nose. They put me on the table, face down. I felt my hips being raised until my ass was lifted up, my knees and chest on the table, my butthole high and exposed.

“That is beautiful. Caleb’s butt, open for the world. And my mouth.”
“No, Conrad, you’re not really going to….? It’s disgusting.”
“To you maybe. You don’t have to look. But Caleb invited me here, so I get to do my thing.”
“It’s not what Cute Dead Guys is about.”
“You’re right…..maybe. We have a lot of fetishes here and some are less popular than others. But not banned.”
“You’re sick.”
“Well, Caleb was interested. We talked about it. He even created a Group.”

Conrad stuck his nose between my cheeks and inhaled deeply. “Ahhhhh, so sweet.” Then he put his mouth to my butthole and sucked. Sucked out a sloppy mass of cum, shit and blood. And swallowed it all. His mouth was covered with muck as he turned to the others.

“You guys said it was disgusting, but you sure watched intently with your mouths gaping open the whole time. What’s good enough for Caleb is good enough for me.”

They rolled me onto my back. Looking up into the mirror, my vision was a bit fogged. I could see why. One of my eyes was swollen shut and my face was a mass of cuts and bruises. Lips torn. Some teeth knocked out. Chest and belly, too. Looked like a rib sticking out of my side. The arm was definitely broken. And all of us splattered in blood. My blood. I would have loved watching a video of this happening to someone else. But the beauty of the moment was obscured by the pain. Horrific and constant. Pure agony! Why didn’t I pass out? Oh, yeah, I remember Meatpie said the drug would prevent that. I’d feel everything until the moment I died. Shit! I want to die NOW! This is unbearable! Why did I think it would be fun? Why? Fantasy. Reality. They’re not the same.

Ricky pulled my arms above my head and, with a hammer, drove nails through my palms into the heavy table. Then swung the hammer down hard, shattering both wrists. Felipe leaned over me and looked into my eyes. He smiled, anticipating his fun. He ground his fist into the swollen eye, pressing hard and twisting, crushing, grinding. He smashed his fist twice into my broken nose, pounding it flat across my face.

“Caleb, you and me talked so often about beating up pretty boys. How we loved punching, kicking, biting, gouging. So, yeah, I’m really getting off on fucking you up. You ain’t pretty no more. Your face or your bod.” He pressed his fist onto my face and ground the pulp. “You’ve given me a great gift today. And a constant hard on.”

Felipe rammed his fist into my balls.

It was the worst pain yet and I let out the loudest shriek yet. Nobody heard my agony. They think I’m enjoying this, that they are giving what I want. They just stood there, doing whatever. Ricky sat at the end of the table playing with my feet again. Conrad and Ivan were stroking each other’s dicks next to the table. Felipe fondled my nuts, pinching and yanking. And Brock was using his mouth to get my dick hard. And as soon as it was, he slipped an elastrator band on the base of my dick. Another around my ballsac. There I lay with a huge erection. And two large balls hanging loose in my sac. Brock took my rigid cock in his mouth. Closed his teeth tight. Very tight. Broke the skin. And chewed. And scraped. And chewed some more. He let it loose and pulled back. Ivan leaned in and began to chew. The pain mingled with all the other pains running through my body. Then Conrad slipped his mouth over my nuts and bit down. The sudden excruciating pain jolted my entire body. My brain throbbed with a stinging agony. Why can’t they see my misery? Tears ran from my eyes. Was it just my imagination? No, they were real and the guys saw. Now they’ll surely stop.

“Look. Caleb’s crying.”
“Nah. Can’t be.”
“Maybe he’s hurting.”
“Fuck, yeah, he’s hurting. That’s why he invited us. To fuck him up so he could enjoy it.”
“Should we stop?”
“Hell, no! It’s what he wants. We have to grant his last wish.”
“Yeah. We owe it to him. He’s our best friend on CDG. He wants us to act out his fantasies.”
“And his fantasy it to die at our hands.”
“And use our fantasies to kill him. Caleb wants to suffer.”
“He wants us to enjoy it, too.”
“He’s written so many stories about horrible suffering. And the best were when he made himself the target.”
“That’s right. He wants this.”
“I’m not going to stop. I’ll pretend we’re acting out his “Snuffing Fags” story.”
“He’s Cody and we’re Austin, Connor and Joel…..victim and tormentors.”
“Yeah. So, who’s got the chain? Give it here. I’ll torment the shit out of him.”

Conrad swung the chain onto my chest. Then my belly. Gave it to Ricky and one by one, they flailed at my body. The chain tore at my skin. At the bones under the skin, cracking some. Opening wounds. Bruising me from neck to ankles. And all the time, my dick remained upright and rigid.

Soon, my friends returned their attention to my cock, each taking it into their mouths. Tearing and ripping the cockskin, their teeth digging deep into cockflesh, rigidity lessening as blood leaked from my tool. They took turns, one mouth yielding to another, granting no mercy, grinding my cockhead to mush, my shaft to gooey pulp, until one of them severed the artery. Blood flowed, but didn’t gush. The elastrator bound my dick tightly, to keep new blood out. But the blood already in my cock erupted. Their mouths slurped as they chewed. Ravenous beasts, determined to finish their meal. Until. Until it was gone. My dick disappeared down their gullets, into their bellies. My cock will be their morning shit.

They didn’t stop there. My nuts, still hanging loose in their sac, were next. They gnawed and chomped. I screeched and squealed, wanting to pull away from the hideous pain, but unable to lessen my agony in any way. My nuts were crushed inside their package, until finally the sac ripped open and my two flattened testicles hung loose. But not for long. Teeth severed the cords and my nuts disappeared down someone’s throat.

They laughed at my crotch void. Kissed it. Patted it. All had blood on their mouths as they leaned in to tell me it was their greatest experience. I guess it would be for me, too, if I hadn’t been the victim.

Felipe: “You’re hot, man. ‘Course I knew that from all our message exchanges. Fucking you up was so cool! I love to smash a pretty face and really wanted to keep on beating the shit out of you but Meatpie says I can’t, so that you can watch the autopsy in the mirror. But you’ll only have one eye for that. The swollen one will never open for you. So, for one last kick, I’ll cut the bad one out for a snack.”

Felipe slid the scalpel into my eye and cut it out of the socket, and popped it into his mouth.

Conrad: “Always wanted to eat out of your ass, Caleb. Loved it before and now I’ll open it up some more and have another bite.”

Conrad rammed a fireplace poker up my ass and, when he yanked it back out, the hook tore into my rectum lining. In again. Out again. In again. Out again. Ripping and tearing. I could feel warm blood oozing out as Conrad put his mouth to my hole and slurped the bloody swill.

Ivan: “Thanks, Caleb. Loved every minute. You taste better than I hoped. Loved kicking and punching you”

Ivan rammed his fist into my belly, driving air out of my lungs and blowing blood/shit muck from my ass into Conrad’s face.

Brock: “This was fun. Wish I had more friends like you.”

Brock bent over and chewed at my other tit, the one he hadn’t eaten before. When he had this one in his belly, he continued chewing until there was a large bloody hole in the pec where my tit had been.

Ricky: “I said I’d eat your soles if you gave me a chance. And you did, so I did. GRRRRRRRRRRRRR! Even though there’s not much skin or flesh left on those sexy feet, I’m gonna cut them off and take them home to suck on. Then save them as a souvenir of our friendship.”

Ricky leaned down and kissed my lips. So gently.

“Damn, I envy you, sweet man. You’re living your fantasy. It must be Heaven for you.”

NoNoNoNoNo! It’s Hell, Ricky! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! So much pain! I didn’t know! I thought it would be erotic but it hurts so fucking bad. PLEEEZE STOP THE PAIN!!!! Let me die! KILL ME!

“We should all be as lucky as you, Caleb. Your best friends, enjoying your body as you wished. Cutting. Beating. Eating. Fucking. I just wish we could see your reaction as you live your dream. You’ve been such a sweet friend. When we open you up, I’m gonna take your heart.”

Ricky put his tongue into my empty eye socket and sucked at the puddle of liquid. Put his mouth to my torn lips and kissed me. Then used the scalpel to cut my lips from my mouth, leaving my teeth to grin demonically from my bloody face. “I love kissing your lips, my sweet Caleb. Now I can treasure them. Consume them. You taste so good.”

Meatpie appeared over me holding a scalpel, as the others drew close for a good view. He pressed the blade into my chest, below the sternum. A new sharp pain, distinct from the others but just as unbearable. He drew the blade down my body slowly, a single cut, slicing me open all the way to my dick….or where my dick had been. Blood streamed from the opening. Hands pulled at the skin, opening the gaping wound, exposing my innards, and then dug deep into the cavity, grasping, pulling, yanking. I saw someone’s head push deep into my lower belly. They were fighting over my parts.

“Gimme the heart!”
“I’m gonna eat his colon!”
“Liver!”
“Guts!”

I died.
 

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I lay naked on the heavy wooden table, looking up at Meatpie’s face. “Are you sure you want to do this? It’s irreversible.” I nodded and said, “Yes. This has been my dream and desire for a long time. Now finally, my fantasy can become my reality. No way will I give up this opportunity. And besides, everybody’s here. I promised them a party where they can act out their fantasies on me. Let’s not disappoint them. Fuck it! This is going to be fun!” Surrounding the table are five men who I have gotten close to during my years on CDG. They each have different interests and cravings, and we’ve talked about them forever. Each loves a good death, a spectacular, bloody, agonizing death. And I’m going to give them one. Or rather, they’re going to give one to me. Let’s all yield to our CDG Cravings.

I felt the needle penetrate my arm and soon the warmth as the paralyzing liquid flowed through my veins. It took effect quickly.

“It’s done, Caleb. You’ll never move again”, I heard Meatpie say quietly. “You’ll see and hear, but most of all you’ll feel. You’ll feel pain but won’t be able to cry out. Whatever you feel, we won’t hear you scream, and you will definitely try to scream. You have no idea how hideously painful it will be. I don’t know why the fuck you want to do this, but I hope you get what you want. Personally, I think you’re nuts.”

He was right. I couldn’t move. I stared up at the ceiling where a mirror was placed so I could see myself on the table. I looked pretty hot, a beautiful muscular smooth man. The guys came into my view. Felipe, Conrad, Ricky, Brock, Ivan. (I’m using their real names, not their CDG handles.) They ran their hands over my body, from my face to my crotch to my feet. Brock leaned down and bit my nipple. “He’s not reacting. Can he really feel that?” “Yes.” Brock bit again, harder. Oh yeah, it did hurt a bit. His teeth dug in, breaking skin, ripping my tit. I’ve had my tits twisted, clamped, pierced and bitten many times and always loved the pain, but this was different. It hurt bad. I shouted for him to go easy but no sound came out of my mouth. As he kept grinding at my tit, I felt warm blood running down my side. Jeez, this hurts bad! Then, he pulled back, and I could see him with my nipple in his mouth. Smiling with bloody lips. Chewing. Swallowing. “Damn, Caleb,” he said, “it’s just like one of your stories. I actually bit off your nipple and ate it. Finally. I’m a cannibal, like you. Thanks, bud. And, oh, you taste great.”

I felt more hands on my naked body. A little rougher now. Pinching. Scratching.

“He’s yours now, fellas,” said Meatpie. “Just like he wanted. Do your thing. Remember, he’ll feel everything. His choice. You’re his friends. You know what he wants. Or rather, what he wanted. The pain you give him will be so intense that he might feel differently now. But fuck it. He wanted you to enjoy his body so have at him. Just don’t kill him. Remember, he wanted me to do a live autopsy on him. We want him to see and feel his body opening up later.”

I felt my leg being lifted off the table. Ricky. He’s wanted my feet for years. Now they’re his. Just to please him, I’d worn the same wool socks for five weeks and haven’t washed my feet. I heard him sigh with pleasure as he sniffed and licked the stink and the toe funk. Then a sharp pain as he sunk his teeth deep into the skin of the plantar. Ahhhhhh! He began to chew on the soft, tender underside of my foot, moaning in ecstasy, as I knew he would. Fuck! That REALLY hurts! But Ricky wasn’t thinking of my pain, just his own absolute pleasure. He bit and chewed. The sole. The heel pad. The ball pad. Tearing my skin with his teeth. Ripping it off into his mouth. Munching my foot meat. In the mirror I could see him, chewing ravenously, saliva and blood dripping from his mouth as if he hadn’t eaten in days. His face was covered with my blood.

He stopped. Holding my foot lovingly, he began to lick at the blood. Took my big toe in his mouth and chewed slowly and deliberately, stripping away the flesh, cracking the bones, spitting out the toenail. And then, it was gone, into his belly. A void on my foot. The smaller toes disappeared in single bites. Ricky continued to chomp away until the skin on the top of my foot vanished, exposing the bones. So many bones. Teeth ripping them apart. Teeth ripping them off. Setting them on the table. When he had made a small pile, he stopped and picked one up. Munched on it delicately, as if he was nibbling on a chicken wing.

The pain Ricky inflicted on me was huge, so huge that my vision blurred and I couldn’t focus on him. And at the same time, the other guys were ravishing my body. Small knife cuts on my face and belly. Slaps and punches and bites. Pain became everything. The pleasure of watching my beauty destroyed became secondary. Pain became everything. I heard Felipe tell Ricky to put my leg down as he raised me to a sitting position.

“Hey, guys. Remember the pics on CDG of that hot Russian dude who liked to get beaten and bruised? I’m gonna do that to Caleb. Fuck up his face. No more pretty boy Caleb.”

Felipe slapped my face hard a few times and then hauled off and smashed his fist into my face. I fell to the side, off the table and onto the floor. Landed hard on my elbow and I could hear it crack. Ivan’s boot smashed into my ribs. Felipe rolled me onto my back, sat on my belly, and pummeled my face and chest. Other fists battered my body. And boots. Kicking and stomping my ribs, my back, my head. Ivan drove his steel-toe boot into my nuts. I screeched. Worst pain I’ve ever felt! FUCK! NO MORE! But no one heard me. No one would ever hear me. No one would ever stop the pain.

I was rolled onto my belly and felt my back and butt being whipped with a chain. The beating just went on and on, then suddenly stopped. I was lying on my face. “Let’s fuck him. Gimme your knife and I’ll make some lube.” I felt a sharp pain in my butthole as someone shoved a knife in and cut the sphincter muscle open. Then, one by one, my friends mounted me, jammed their hard dicks into my bunghole, and fucked me. One after the other, then another round or two, until they each lay exhausted on the floor. I was left alone, my whole body in excruciating agony.

I felt my self being lifted up. So painfully. I obviously had a broken elbow, a couple cracked ribs, a shredded foot, and a broken nose. They put me on the table, face down. I felt my hips being raised until my ass was lifted up, my knees and chest on the table, my butthole high and exposed.

“That is beautiful. Caleb’s butt, open for the world. And my mouth.”
“No, Conrad, you’re not really going to….? It’s disgusting.”
“To you maybe. You don’t have to look. But Caleb invited me here, so I get to do my thing.”
“It’s not what Cute Dead Guys is about.”
“You’re right…..maybe. We have a lot of fetishes here and some are less popular than others. But not banned.”
“You’re sick.”
“Well, Caleb was interested. We talked about it. He even created a Group.”

Conrad stuck his nose between my cheeks and inhaled deeply. “Ahhhhh, so sweet.” Then he put his mouth to my butthole and sucked. Sucked out a sloppy mass of cum, shit and blood. And swallowed it all. His mouth was covered with muck as he turned to the others.

“You guys said it was disgusting, but you sure watched intently with your mouths gaping open the whole time. What’s good enough for Caleb is good enough for me.”

They rolled me onto my back. Looking up into the mirror, my vision was a bit fogged. I could see why. One of my eyes was swollen shut and my face was a mass of cuts and bruises. Lips torn. Some teeth knocked out. Chest and belly, too. Looked like a rib sticking out of my side. The arm was definitely broken. And all of us splattered in blood. My blood. I would have loved watching a video of this happening to someone else. But the beauty of the moment was obscured by the pain. Horrific and constant. Pure agony! Why didn’t I pass out? Oh, yeah, I remember Meatpie said the drug would prevent that. I’d feel everything until the moment I died. Shit! I want to die NOW! This is unbearable! Why did I think it would be fun? Why? Fantasy. Reality. They’re not the same.

Ricky pulled my arms above my head and, with a hammer, drove nails through my palms into the heavy table. Then swung the hammer down hard, shattering both wrists. Felipe leaned over me and looked into my eyes. He smiled, anticipating his fun. He ground his fist into the swollen eye, pressing hard and twisting, crushing, grinding. He smashed his fist twice into my broken nose, pounding it flat across my face.

“Caleb, you and me talked so often about beating up pretty boys. How we loved punching, kicking, biting, gouging. So, yeah, I’m really getting off on fucking you up. You ain’t pretty no more. Your face or your bod.” He pressed his fist onto my face and ground the pulp. “You’ve given me a great gift today. And a constant hard on.”

Felipe rammed his fist into my balls.

It was the worst pain yet and I let out the loudest shriek yet. Nobody heard my agony. They think I’m enjoying this, that they are giving what I want. They just stood there, doing whatever. Ricky sat at the end of the table playing with my feet again. Conrad and Ivan were stroking each other’s dicks next to the table. Felipe fondled my nuts, pinching and yanking. And Brock was using his mouth to get my dick hard. And as soon as it was, he slipped an elastrator band on the base of my dick. Another around my ballsac. There I lay with a huge erection. And two large balls hanging loose in my sac. Brock took my rigid cock in his mouth. Closed his teeth tight. Very tight. Broke the skin. And chewed. And scraped. And chewed some more. He let it loose and pulled back. Ivan leaned in and began to chew. The pain mingled with all the other pains running through my body. Then Conrad slipped his mouth over my nuts and bit down. The sudden excruciating pain jolted my entire body. My brain throbbed with a stinging agony. Why can’t they see my misery? Tears ran from my eyes. Was it just my imagination? No, they were real and the guys saw. Now they’ll surely stop.

“Look. Caleb’s crying.”
“Nah. Can’t be.”
“Maybe he’s hurting.”
“Fuck, yeah, he’s hurting. That’s why he invited us. To fuck him up so he could enjoy it.”
“Should we stop?”
“Hell, no! It’s what he wants. We have to grant his last wish.”
“Yeah. We owe it to him. He’s our best friend on CDG. He wants us to act out his fantasies.”
“And his fantasy it to die at our hands.”
“And use our fantasies to kill him. Caleb wants to suffer.”
“He wants us to enjoy it, too.”
“He’s written so many stories about horrible suffering. And the best were when he made himself the target.”
“That’s right. He wants this.”
“I’m not going to stop. I’ll pretend we’re acting out his “Snuffing Fags” story.”
“He’s Cody and we’re Austin, Connor and Joel…..victim and tormentors.”
“Yeah. So, who’s got the chain? Give it here. I’ll torment the shit out of him.”

Conrad swung the chain onto my chest. Then my belly. Gave it to Ricky and one by one, they flailed at my body. The chain tore at my skin. At the bones under the skin, cracking some. Opening wounds. Bruising me from neck to ankles. And all the time, my dick remained upright and rigid.

Soon, my friends returned their attention to my cock, each taking it into their mouths. Tearing and ripping the cockskin, their teeth digging deep into cockflesh, rigidity lessening as blood leaked from my tool. They took turns, one mouth yielding to another, granting no mercy, grinding my cockhead to mush, my shaft to gooey pulp, until one of them severed the artery. Blood flowed, but didn’t gush. The elastrator bound my dick tightly, to keep new blood out. But the blood already in my cock erupted. Their mouths slurped as they chewed. Ravenous beasts, determined to finish their meal. Until. Until it was gone. My dick disappeared down their gullets, into their bellies. My cock will be their morning shit.

They didn’t stop there. My nuts, still hanging loose in their sac, were next. They gnawed and chomped. I screeched and squealed, wanting to pull away from the hideous pain, but unable to lessen my agony in any way. My nuts were crushed inside their package, until finally the sac ripped open and my two flattened testicles hung loose. But not for long. Teeth severed the cords and my nuts disappeared down someone’s throat.

They laughed at my crotch void. Kissed it. Patted it. All had blood on their mouths as they leaned in to tell me it was their greatest experience. I guess it would be for me, too, if I hadn’t been the victim.

Felipe: “You’re hot, man. ‘Course I knew that from all our message exchanges. Fucking you up was so cool! I love to smash a pretty face and really wanted to keep on beating the shit out of you but Meatpie says I can’t, so that you can watch the autopsy in the mirror. But you’ll only have one eye for that. The swollen one will never open for you. So, for one last kick, I’ll cut the bad one out for a snack.”

Felipe slid the scalpel into my eye and cut it out of the socket, and popped it into his mouth.

Conrad: “Always wanted to eat out of your ass, Caleb. Loved it before and now I’ll open it up some more and have another bite.”

Conrad rammed a fireplace poker up my ass and, when he yanked it back out, the hook tore into my rectum lining. In again. Out again. In again. Out again. Ripping and tearing. I could feel warm blood oozing out as Conrad put his mouth to my hole and slurped the bloody swill.

Ivan: “Thanks, Caleb. Loved every minute. You taste better than I hoped. Loved kicking and punching you”

Ivan rammed his fist into my belly, driving air out of my lungs and blowing blood/shit muck from my ass into Conrad’s face.

Brock: “This was fun. Wish I had more friends like you.”

Brock bent over and chewed at my other tit, the one he hadn’t eaten before. When he had this one in his belly, he continued chewing until there was a large bloody hole in the pec where my tit had been.

Ricky: “I said I’d eat your soles if you gave me a chance. And you did, so I did. GRRRRRRRRRRRRR! Even though there’s not much skin or flesh left on those sexy feet, I’m gonna cut them off and take them home to suck on. Then save them as a souvenir of our friendship.”

Ricky leaned down and kissed my lips. So gently.

“Damn, I envy you, sweet man. You’re living your fantasy. It must be Heaven for you.”

NoNoNoNoNo! It’s Hell, Ricky! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! So much pain! I didn’t know! I thought it would be erotic but it hurts so fucking bad. PLEEEZE STOP THE PAIN!!!! Let me die! KILL ME!

“We should all be as lucky as you, Caleb. Your best friends, enjoying your body as you wished. Cutting. Beating. Eating. Fucking. I just wish we could see your reaction as you live your dream. You’ve been such a sweet friend. When we open you up, I’m gonna take your heart.”

Ricky put his tongue into my empty eye socket and sucked at the puddle of liquid. Put his mouth to my torn lips and kissed me. Then used the scalpel to cut my lips from my mouth, leaving my teeth to grin demonically from my bloody face. “I love kissing your lips, my sweet Caleb. Now I can treasure them. Consume them. You taste so good.”

Meatpie appeared over me holding a scalpel, as the others drew close for a good view. He pressed the blade into my chest, below the sternum. A new sharp pain, distinct from the others but just as unbearable. He drew the blade down my body slowly, a single cut, slicing me open all the way to my dick….or where my dick had been. Blood streamed from the opening. Hands pulled at the skin, opening the gaping wound, exposing my innards, and then dug deep into the cavity, grasping, pulling, yanking. I saw someone’s head push deep into my lower belly. They were fighting over my parts.

“Gimme the heart!”
“I’m gonna eat his colon!”
“Liver!”
“Guts!”

I died.
Magnificent graphic story!
 
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