someone here asked me to write out my own beheading. here it is...
The airport was full of uniformed security personnel, probably a mix of military and police. Mostly young men, all very fit and lean in uniforms that were either tailored to fit them snugly or just one size too small. As I looked at them looking through the crowd, I exchanged glances with several of them and the thought came to me, is he the one I have been chatting with these past three months? They were all carrying automatic rifles with sidearms as well as a knife securely held in a sheath at their calf, just above the boot. Their bodies were muscular, bulging bubble butts with bulging crotches to match. Thick biceps, triceps and deltoid muscles that showed these men spent a lot of time working on their bodies at the gym probably seven days a week and most of them with neatly trimmed scruffy beards.
I made my way to the airport outside curb with just the backpack I was told to take with me where another young uniformed man was holding a tablet with the name on it that I had been assigned. He was about 6” tall, very muscular from his legs all the way up to his neck, thick full beard, buzzed head and wearing dark wraparound sunglasses and a ballcap.
“Hello, Mr Tipo” he said to me as I approached, he obviously had recognized me from some picture that was passed onto him. “I am your driver, Henry. Let me take your bag, please get in the back seat. Help yourself, there is bottled water for you there in the cup holder on the seat.
“Hi Henry, thank you” and I got in the back seat of the car and snapped on my safety belt as he sped away from the curb into the traffic.
Henry asked me why I was visiting and I told him that I was there to spend two weeks at the spa. He said “oh yes, it’s a very nice place, you will like it there I have instructions to take you directly there without delay. They take good care of their guests. We will be there in about an hour, why don’t you sit back and relax, I’ll have you there shortly and you can unpack your stuff in about an hour.”
It was hot and humid and the air conditioning in the car was not very good in the back seat so I opened up the water and quickly drank the entire bottle. Henry and I exchanged glances a number of times through his rearview mirror. I felt glad I did not have to drive and spent the time to the ranch thinking to myself about the past three months and how I managed to find myself here in this place. As we got further from the airport the cell service disappeared completely.
With nothing else to do I started to recall how it was that I ended up in this taxi with Henry as my driver. After spending years looking at various extreme snuff porn online, I found a site with lots of members and some extreme content including pictures and videos of men being beheaded. I joined several of the forums there and started to leave comments on the videos that were being posted. About six weeks of relative anonymity and silence I logged in one day and received a chat message from another member. He said his name was Hanibal. He asked me about myself, and I shared some basic information with him. He commented that he had been following my comments for a few weeks and wanted to know more about my thoughts and desires. He sent me some pictures of severed heads in a message and asked me if I wanted to buy one. I was kind of surprised at this not expecting to be approached to buy a severed head of any kind. After some back and forth and awkward comments I realized that he was not asking me if I wanted to “buy” one, he was asking me if I wanted to “be” one.
I was immediately turned on, shaking, my hands started to tremble, and I started to type in my reply, changing it several times and finally just typing in “YES” and hitting the send button.
After about ten long minutes he started to type and I could see it and on the screen that he was writing something back to me and he sent me “Good!……You can be one and I can help make you headless if that is what you really want.” And then “Tell me more about why you want me to remove your head”.
I described to him the scenes I had been viewing online and he asked me which ones had what kind of effect on me. He sent me pictures and some short videos of men at various stages of having their heads removed and followed up each one with questions about which ones turned me on sexually. He told me that he did not do any of the actual decapitations but that he was in contact with men that did this both as punishment for those that were caught up in some sort of unfortunate activity and that they also “practiced” on men that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The heat, the long flight and the drive must have taken its toll on me because while I was enjoying the scenery pass by, I also felt sleepy and must have dozed off several times.
I was awakened by the sensation that the car had come to an abrupt stop and the noise from the engine had stopped. Henry was already at my door opening it up and asking me if I needed any help getting out of the car. I told him no I was fine and started to get out. As I stood up I felt that I was a bit too groggy to stand and Henry was very polite and took my backpack from my hand and propped me up with his free hand. “Come on, your room is right this way, I will help you check in.”
He helped me from the car, his strong arm around my shoulder helped to steady me as we walked up a stone walkway to the entrance of the spa building. The place was quiet inside the very small lobby area and there didn’t appear to be any staff working. He led me to the back of the lobby to a double door that swung open when he pushed it. There was a wall directly ahead and a sharp turn the left and then to the right through a narrow hallway.
As we turned the corner into a room I could see that it was all tile from floor to walls with lighting from each of the corners of the room. In the center of the room was a metal table about 7 feet long 3 feet wide and about 2 feet off the floor and that’s all that there was. The table had a slope to the center where there was a small hole through to the floor where a bucket was placed. At one end of the table was a wooden block about 4 inches high and 4 inches long by 2 inches wide with some rubber cushioning on top of it. At each corner of the table were leather straps that were laying on top.
Next to the table on one side was a plastics bucket and on the other side spread out on the floor with the black rubber body bag with the zipper fully open. A white tape at the top of the body bag had the word “Mr. Tipo” written on it in thick red marker. “That is where you will be, in two pieces, in about an hour. I’ll make sure you are secured inside and zip you up safe and sound. Would you like to try it out to see if you fit first?”
He dropped my backpack to the floor and carried me over to the body bag. He placed my feet at one end and then lowered me to the floor so that my ass sat right in the center of the opening and then lowered my back and shoulders to the floor. I was completely unable to move as he slid me over to one side to get me in a better position. Then he took the edges of the zipper and began to zip me into the body bag from my feet first and then up to my head. He left the zipper open at my head just enough so that I could see him outside of it kneeling over me.
“There you go, this is where I will put you in about an hour. You will not be in just one piece as you are now. We are going to remove some parts from you, you know, like we have been talking about for a few months now.” Then he left the room for several minutes. When he returned, he was dressed in his military uniform.
“Let me reintroduce myself said Henry the driver, I am your host Hanibal and you are my very special guest for this evening.” He was kneeling right over me holding my shoulders down and looking directly into my eyes. This was the man I had been talking to online for the past several months. He is the one that got me to come down here because he wanted to remove my head and I wanted to let him. His hands moved up to my neck and grabbed hold of me and lifted my head off the floor. I tried to resist him but he said “oh no don’t you worry, the drugs that I put in your water will last for at least another 4 hours, well past the time it’s going to take for me to remove your head. There is no turning back for you now. You’ve been telling me you want this and I am going to take your head off just like you have been asking me. You are safe here with me and this is where you need to be right now, for the next hour. Then it will be over, and you can finally rest.
I could barely move my arms as they felt made of lead. He raised me up from the body bag and had me laying face up on the table. He positioned me so that my head was resting on the rubber covered wooden block on one end. This had the effect of raising my head up slightly and I was now looking down at the rest of my body. I tried to move my arms and my legs, but he easily used the straps at each corner on each arm and each leg to secure me to the table. He came over to me and got very close to my ear and whispered to me “now you are safe and secure so let’s get started”
“No, no wait…hang on let’s talk about this. Please just give me a few minutes so we can talk.”
“On no, no, this is what we have been talking about for the past several months, there is no more time for you to be talking. It’s time for you to deal with the reality that I am about to remove your head at your neck. You are in good hands and all of your wishes are about to come true. He put his hand on my neck and circled it around feeling the muscles. “You feel this right here? My blade is going to circle around your neck right here and free you of your head” and he chuckled at me menacingly.
He took the short knife out of his leg holster and brought it up to my face and touched it to my chin, “you want this”. It wasn’t so much a question, he was just stating a fact, I did want it.
He took the tip of the knife and hooked it into the top of my t-shirt. Then he pulled the blade through the material on one side and then the other and pulled the t-shirt off of me. Then he did the same thing to both sides of my shorts, pulling my shorts off. As he did so my cock sprang to life hard and sticking straight up from my groin. “You do want this, see here” and he grabbed my cock with his hand and stroked it a couple of times which caused me to groan out loud.
He opened his fly and his hard cock popped right out sticking straight out from his crotch. It was huge, uncut with a helmet head under a thick foreskin. He pulled the foreskin back and collected his precum from the tip and brought it up to my lips. “Open your mouth, here is the last thing your mouth is going to taste.” He jerked off into my mouth and pressed the head of his cock between my lips just enough for me to get a mouthful of his juice.
”Let’s get right to it then and take care of this first” he said grabbing hold of my stiff cock. He used the knife to start sawing through the top of my cock at the base grabbing my balls too and in less than thirty seconds he had unmanned me of my cock and balls. It felt like heat ripping through my groin. He held up my cock and balls in front of me and then dropped them with a plop into the bucket next to the table.
“Now let’s get your head removed” and I shook my head back and forth and pleaded with him with my eyes. He chuckled at me.
I tried to pull at the straps starting to think that this was a bad idea but could not get the muscles to obey me. “No, please wait. Can we talk about this first. I’m not so sure that this is a good idea. You have my cock and balls, let’s stop here.”
“Oh no, you’ve been talking to me for over three months making me all hot and horny to remove your head. You want this. It’s all you’ve been talking about. It’s ok shhh shhhh shhh you are safe here and it will all be over soon, I promise.” He had a huge smile on his face and grinned back at me.
He reached under the table, and I could hear a metal clanging sound and he had picked up a very large knife about 2 feet long from under the table and lifted it up so I could see it. “I sharpened it last night, just for you. The edge is perfect. I promise you, you will barely feel a thing.”
He got one knee up on the table and then lifted himself up so he was on top of me on with his knees on either side of my legs. “You are ready now” again, it wasn’t a question so much as he was telling me that we were going to do this, and it was happening in real time. He lifted my head up and at the same time slipped the knife under my neck and then lowered my head back down onto the block. He reached down and rubbed his growing bulge in his pants “See what you are doing to me? I’m going to jerk off and shoot another load of cum on your face after I have your head off of you.
He brought the edge of the knife up onto the skin at the back of my neck and started to move it slowly back and forth. He was right, I could tell it was touching me, but I could barely feel anything at all. He moved the knife back and forth along the back of my neck and I could feel it pulling my head to the left and then to the right over and over again so I knew that it was definitely touching and cutting me. He pushed his palm against my forehead to keep my head from moving back and forth and to force my neck to bend upward. I could hear the sound of the knife cutting into my flesh in my ears right close by. And then I heard and felt that it hit bone and knew that he had cut through the skin all the way to my spinal cord. He looked right into my eyes “Ok, we are almost done. How did that feel? I have your head almost half way off now. This is what you wanted. There you go, now you are on your way. The back of your neck is cut through completely. Did you feel anything” All I could do was to whisper softly “no” and he grinned and chuckled at me “good, because now comes the real part. First I am going to cut through the front of your throat and once that is done you won’t be able to talk anymore. Do you understand me?”
“Please can we just wait a minute….” and as that is when he sliced through the front of my throat cleanly and my words were cut off. “Oh did you want to say something to me?” and he laughed right at me. “It time for you to be quiet, we are almost done. Just a few more minutes now.”
“You see that wasn’t so bad. You are doing great and it is almost over for you.” He moved around the table so that he was standing at the top of the table looking down at me.
“OK we are close to the end now. I am going to cut through on the left and right side of your neck and there will be a lot more blood and you will start to feel light headed. Then it will just be a few more strokes of the blade and I will be pulling your head up at the top and this will be an odd sensation for you as your head is removed. Here goes…..” and he made two long strokes of the blade on each side of my neck while pulling it up at the top. He was chuckling and grinning at me and his eyes were shifting from looking directly at me to where he was cutting my head off. I could see in my peripheral vision that my shoulders were moving away from me several inches.
He continued to look back and forth between my eyes and the blade and he was chuckling out loud “yes, yes you are doing very good this is what you have been waiting for so long”.
He tilted my head down and I could see that my head was now further away from my body than how it normally looked to me. I looked into his eyes and he chucked and looked right at me and said “ok this is it, this is what you wanted.” And I could feel the blade moving through me and the sound of it making contact with tissue and bone. I wanted to ask him to stop please and let’s just take a break from this but all I could hear was the sound of the blade going back and forth cutting through the rest of my neck. He was twisting my head from side to side and pulling it away from me and I could feel this tugging sensation in my neck. He made one last cut from the blade and for a few seconds I could look down as he was raising my head up away from my body and I could see my body from neck to feet naked and headless below me and then everything went dark.
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