Slaughterpigs: a serial story

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A great build up of tension as the resolution approaches. Both exciting and arousing. Like all your work it is much appreciated and I look forward to two guys enjoying their satisfying end.
 

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Day 13: the tools of the trade (2 days to live)

Jon was in the middle of eating a sandwich at a cafe down the street from work when his phone buzzed lying on the table in front of him.

-From now on you must drink only fluids.

It was exactly noon. Two days from now it would begin.

A series of photos came in throughout the rest of he day:


Rusty meat hooks

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A butcher's tools

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An autopsy table

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A collection of knives

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Each came with the same three word text:

-We are ready.
 

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Day 14: one last look (last day to live)

When their eyes met it seemed to go on for minutes, for hours. Something woke inside of Jon that had never been touched by any of the guys he had had sex with in the last year. The guy gave a shy smile and looked away. Jon instinctively looked to see if anyone at work had noticed. But it must have been just an instant in the real world.

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He hadn't been around for long. And Jon had never paid him much attention. Not that he wasn't hot. But he seemed straight. Now it was obvious to Jon that he wasn't.

They were meeting because he was going to take over some of Jon's tasks while Jon was on vacation. But he managed to work in some questions that could be taken in another way if Jon wanted to. He was trying to be subtle, and his English was good, but it came across shy and a little awkward. And totally charming. He was new at this, and a little nervous about hitting on another guy at work. Jon took the bait, and somehow the conversation got easy very quickly. They talked online gaming and they talked football and they talked music. Jon felt like they just fit together. This must be what it was like, he thought. He wanted to spend more time with this one. Lots more. But he didn't have any more time.

The guy, Kiril was his name, said that he had practice with his football squad after work but wondered if they could meet for dinner. There was a longing in his eyes. He was feeling what Jon was. He wanted this to go somewhere. Jon tried to sound matter of fact when he said that he had too much to get ready before he left in the morning, when he answered the inevitable question of whether they could get together when Jon got back. Because he was starting to wish his "sure" could be real. To wish that he would be coming back.

But it was tomorrow that was inevitable.

When he got home there was a package wrapped in brown paper in front of his door. A note inside instructed him to use this gift this evening and again in the morning. It said he would be texted travel instructions before noon. It wished him pleasant dreams.

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There was no last dinner. Jon sipped some water. The burning lust in his crotch had united with the gnawing hunger in his belly. He wondered if his last thoughts would be what might have been with Kiril.
 

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Day 15: a day to kill (0 days to live)

Jon was just beginning to hope it was all an elaborate hoax when his phone buzzed with a text just before noon. It gave instructions on a train to catch, a stop to get off, that a cab would be waiting for him. It said to bring all of his identification but nothing else.

The pain of hunger and the fire of lust in Jon's belly became the ice of fear. There was still a last desperate thought that maybe this was just an elaborate mind fuck and there would be one guy waiting and they would role play and have very hot sex. Then he took a deep breath and knew that he was locking his apartment door for the last time. He had come seeking the darkness and now the darkness would give him what he looked for. It would destroy him. This was real.

He exited the station in a town not far from Sofia. There was one cab waiting outside. The driver looked nervous.

"You come. I take you."

The driver was silent. The streets were empty. The sun was low and the light pale. The shadows were deepening. The cab stopped on a road outside the town. An overgrown drive led off of it.

"There. You go now."

When Jon asked where, he grew more nervous.

"I don't know. This is where I bring the boys when they come. I don't know any more. I don't want to know any more. You go now please."

The cab sped off as Jon started down the cracked pavement of the drive. Then he saw it between some trees. An abandoned factory. The abandoned factory. Slaughterpigs would be there.

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The rusted gate was open, and a single figure in black stood next to a building in the distance. He followed it through the building's metal door. There was a huge empty space. Paint peeling. Graffiti. Dim watery light through high windows. In the center of the cracked concrete floor was an old steel barrel where a fire burned. Jon recognized this place from a video he had been sent. The figure didn't say a word, just folded its arms and waited. Jon fought down a moment of panic and then began to pull off his clothes one by one and drop them in the fire. Last were his jeans. He hesitated a moment. His passport, his ID cards, they were all in the pockets. Then he let them fall into the fire and stood naked. Except for the metal cage that enclosed his stiffening cock. He expected the figure to tie his hands behind his back, but it just started walking. Jon followed.

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Down a hall they entered a smaller side room. There were no windows here. Naked bulbs illuminated the scene. Around the walls stood a number of men. Like him, they were naked. They were various ages, some hairy, some smooth, but all the bodies were hard. From work or working out. Jon knew they were the Slaughterpigs. But it was the guy in the center of the room that attracted his attention. He was gorgeous. Young, smooth, muscled. His arms were stretched out and tied to rings that hung from pipes that ran along the ceiling. His eyes were studying Jon intently. Jon knew why. He was getting a first look at his killer.

Behind Jon his escort took hold of his wrists and raised his hands until they were behind Jon's head. Jon kept them there as his escort stepped in front of him and removed his black clothing. John gasped. This Slaughterpig was a porn star. He usually did videos where he was playful and sweet. Apparently he must have a dark side. A very dark side. He smiled as he saw Jon recognized him. Then he stepped up and whispered in Jon's ear.

"I am the one who designed your death. I hope you enjoy it."

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Then he stood in front of Jon and placed the palm of his hand over a tattoo on Jon's ribs.

"This is Virginia, where you were born, right?" Jon nodded. He had explained the tattoo early on in the exchange of pictures and stories. "Then it will also be where you begin to die."

He took a red marker and drew a line between Jon's ribs and through the tattoo. Then he stooped and kissed the line he had drawn, nipping at it with his teeth. The ice in Jon's belly turned to burning lust in an instant. The guy handed the marker to one of the others standing along the wall. He bit hard on the side of Jon's thigh and then drew a dark red line on it.

The boy in the center of the room watched. He had wanted a killer who was also going to die. And one by one as the Slaughterpigs came forward and made a mark somewhere on Jon's body, he saw how his killer would die. It would be bloody and long.

Finally the porn star returned. He had a black marker this time. He drew an outline on Jon's chest at the bottom of his breastbone. Jon recognized it as the map of Bulgaria. The guy placed his palm over the tattoo of Virginia again.

"Where you begin."

Then he placed his hand over the outline.

"Where you end."

Then he took the red marker and drew a line across the top of Jon's belly and through the outline. Bellow it he wrote in Bulgarian:

- премахване на сърцето

Jon recognized enough and from the location he guessed the rest. The word he knew was "heart." He figured the other two meant "remove." The boy in the center of the room almost drooled with lust.

Porn star took a key from a nearby table and put it in Jon's hand. He smacked the boy in the center of the room on the butt as he took a place along the wall.

"Now that that's done, he's all yours. Kill him." The words weren't playful. They were ice and steel.

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Jon didn't know what he would do when this moment came. He never fantasized about killing, only being killed. But when he looked at the boy tied up in front of him, the burning in his crotch started to take over. He stepped up and ran his hand lightly over the smooth muscle. He tweaked a nipple. His hand moved down to cup the cock and balls in their cage. He used the key to unlock it and remove it. He stepped back to take in his victim, his cock hanging long and quickly stiffening. Jon's own cock began to stiffen in its own cage. But not completely. Not yet.

On a table near the boy were a rope, a plastic bag, duct tape, wire. They had said the boy shouldn't bleed. Jon picked up the bag, and with both hands held it tightly against the boy's face. He saw terror in the eyes for a moment as the breath was cut off. But then he moved the bag, using it to caress the neck as he gave the boy a long slow kiss. He let the bag drop to the floor as he buried his nose in the wispy hair of the underarms, inhaling the musk of fresh sweat. He heard a low groan of pleasure from the boy. He wanted this, Jon told himself. This boy was tied here defenseless because he wanted Jon to do this to him. And as he thought this a new feeling took over in Jon. One as strong as the lust that burned in his crotch and belly. He wanted to destroy this chiseled flesh stretched next to him. To cut off its air. To watch it slump and die.

As he returned to the table to pick up the rope, he noticed many of the guys around the walls were stroking their hard cocks. One was on his knees blowing another. But porn star stood alone. His arms were crossed and his cock was stiff. His eyes were watching Jon. And they were hard as steel.

Jon rubbed the coiled rope against the boy's belly and up over his chest. The eyes watched it as the breath came shallow again. He was getting ready. But Jon just draped it over his shoulders and dropped to his knees. He wanted to destroy this body, but he wanted it to die in pleasure. He took the long thick cock in his mouth and sucked it slow and deep. He was careful, though. This boy had not cum in a week or two and he didn't want him to cum too early. It was while he was sucking the boy that he saw it. In a corner behind him on the floor, dirty and forgotten. A long, thick plastic zip tie. Long enough to easily encircle a neck. He let the cock drop out of his mouth.

He went behind the boy, who slumped a bit, panting at the pleasure he had just had. As Jon stood with the zip tie in his hand, he caught porn star's eyes. The corner of his mouth curled in a smile of approval. Jon walked up behind the boy and pulled the rope off his shoulders to the floor. He began to kiss and nibble at the back of the boy's neck and his shoulders, which got moans of pleasure. He licked his way down the spine as the boy twisted his torso and let out little cries. At last he was at the rosy bud in the boy's perfect ass. He licked and nibbled as the boy moaned and cried out. Jon's cock strained at its cage. For the first time he longed to fuck a boy's ass. But he would have more power over this moaning body than his cock. Quickly he stood and whipped the tie around the throat, tightening it just enough that he heard the boy's breathing through the constricted airway. He ran his finger around the now deadly plastic, as he gave the boy time to realize what had happened. He stopped in front of him gazing into the eyes. They realized that the dying had begun.

He and the boy kissed passionately and long, and as he withdrew a little, he looked into the boy's eyes as he pulled the tie tighter. The breath rattled in his throat now, and the chest heaved as it worked to suck in air. Jon dropped to his knees and went to work on the stiff cock. He wasn't going to depend on the boy cumming as he died. It was a hot myth, but he knew it was a myth. He wanted the boy close before what he did next.

He licked the boy's balls and inner thighs as he made his way up the torso, tasting the salty sheen of sweat that had broken out all over the chest as the body labored to take in enough air. He ran his tongue around and around the hardened left nipple which brought a moan of pleasure, even through the gasps for air. The face had a bluish tinge now, and the tongue was swollen. The eyes were wide open, and there was fear in them. Jon wanted the boy to die unafraid, but maybe there would always be fear.

He kissed the boy deeply again, running his tongue around the swollen one. He walked around in back of the boy and wrapped his left arm around the boy's torso, pulling it close. He laid his head against the boy's shoulder as he let the feel of the heaving torso sink into his body. Then he took hold of the end of the zip tie with his right hand and pulled hard. The boy's breath was cut off with a little squeak. There was a pause. Perhaps the boy realizing death was very close. Then the body began to writhe and twist as it tried in desperation to suck in air. Jon held it tight against him, feeling the muscles of the back slide against his bare chest. His right hand found the stiff cock and began to stroke it, faster and faster. He wanted the boy to cum before the lack of oxygen deprived the brain of feeling. Suddenly he felt the balls tighten, and the cock strain in his hand. The cum shot far across the floor as the writhing of the body fell into the steady heaving rhythms of an immense orgasm. After that there were only shudders and twitches. Jon wrapped his arms around the torso and buried his face in the back of the neck. He could feel the muscles deep within the chest weakly trying to pull in breath. He traced his fingers over the hardened nipples as he felt the movement still. As he felt the body slump and the head go loose onto the chest. The boy was dead. Jon had killed him. He gave the back of the neck a kiss and stepped away.

All around there were puddles of cum on the floor in front of the Slaughterpigs. They moved forward to run hands and tongues over the cooling body as they untied the arms. One rolled an old creaky cart in from another room. They lifted the body and let it drop onto the cart with a dull thud.

Jon felt an arm wrap him from behind and pull him close. A hand pulled his face around. It was porn star. He kissed Jon hard, thrusting his tongue deep and biting his lip. Jon's body tightened with desire. Porn star pulled away and licked Jon's blood from his lips with a smile.

"I thought you would enjoy the kill. Are you ready now to die? You have an hour or so for final preparations." He gestured with his chin, "Some of us need time to recover from your excellent work. But not me," he gave his stiff cock a light stroke, "I am saving it all for you."
 
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day 15: an interlude before dying (0 days to live)

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Jon lay on the cot in the locked room where the Slaughterpigs had left him. He traced his finger over the red mark across the top of his belly. It would be a hole soon. Only he didn't know how long. He wished they had just gone straight to killing him after he killed the other boy. He didn't like this time for second thoughts. Or third.

The door unlocked. It was porn star. He was still naked but his cock wasn't so stiff right now.

"Come. There's something you should see."

Jon followed him across the huge empty hall where he had entered. The high windows were dark. It was night now. They went down another side hall to a room tiled in dirty white porcelain. Meat hooks hung from the ceiling. A plastic tub filled with blood was on the floor under them. To one side were three rusted metal tables. On one was the corpse of the boy Jon had strangled. It had been skinned and gutted. The bare muscles glinted wetly in the overhead light. The hands and feet had been cut off and placed on one of the other tables. The head was there as well, the empty eyes looking back at their own very nude body.

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"This is where you will end up," porn star patted the empty table. "Here, lie down."

Jon sat on the cold metal, his eyes fixed on the boy he had seen in so many sunny scenes, fucking and being fucked by so many beautiful boys. And now he was here. In a ruined factory. In a room full of gore. And Jon knew that this was the boy who would kill him. He swung his legs onto the table and laid down, but he kept his eyes on the boy as he picked up one of the feet and slowly licked its sole, sucking on the toes. His eyes were half-closed in pleasure.

"These are mine. Yours will be too after the butcher is done with you. So many beautiful feet at once."

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He stroked Jon's feet with his free hand as he used the big toe of the dead one to rub his own nipple. He was getting hard. Jon's cock was trying to. The boy took hold of his stiff cock and rubbed the head on the sole of Jon's left foot. Jon felt the wetness of precum spread on his sole. He looked down the length of his naked body at the magnificent cock. He curled his toes and rubbed them the along the shaft. The boy moaned in pleasure. He rubbed his cock along the arches of Jon's feet. Jon brought them close together as the cock rubbed along his feet and his ankles. It was long, slow thrusts at first, the boy smelling the dead foot in his hand and chewing on its toes. Gradually the thrusts grew faster and faster. Since Jon couldn't cum himself, all he could do was watch the beautiful thrusting hips at his feet, the taught belly, the smooth chest, the face, that had been so hard when Jon was killing, melting into the pure pleasure it showed in the videos. He felt the slick, rock-hard cock start to spasm, and felt the splatter of warm cum on his ankles and calves. The boy's body curled forward and he clutched the dead foot to his chest with both hands as his body shook with the spasms in his cock. At last he stood, his chest shining with a light sheen of sweat. He wiped the sole of the dead foot along Jon's calves, collecting the cum. Then he licked it off the sole, his eyes closed again in pleasure.

He stood for a while, just looking at Jon, laying on the rusted table. Then he moved to kiss the red line he had drawn through the tattoo on Jon's ribs, to kiss the red line he had drawn at the top of Jon's belly.

"I had planned to wait until I killed you to cum. But maybe it was better to fuck your feet while they were still alive. I will fuck them many times after they are dead. After you are like the meat over there."

He dismissed the corpse of the once beautiful and living boy with a wave of its own foot.

"You should wait here until they come for you. It will be very soon."

Jon lay his head back and stared at the ceiling. The fire from his crotch and belly had spread through his whole body. His nipples tingled with it. It was deep in his throat. It slid over the skin of his chest and his back. Very soon. It must be very soon.
 
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Day 15: the time to die

Jon lay on his side on the table, looking at the butchered corpse that laid on its back next to him. Less than an hour ago it had been a beautiful, breathing boy, its skin responding to the touch of his hand, its mouth responding to his exploring tongue. Now it was meat. And he had made it meat.

Jon got down and walked over to a nearby table that held the butcher's knives. He held one up to the light and looked at its carefully polished shine. He looked at the corpse in front of him. Slowly he cut a piece of flesh from the left pectoral. From the spot where the perfect nipple had been in the picture that Slaughterpigs had sent him. He closed his eyes and put the raw flesh in his mouth, beginning to chew. Immediately his hungry mouth watered with pleasure that spread down to his empty belly. The raw, bloody taste was like nothing he had ever had, better even than the fine rare steak he had had for his last dinner days ago. The pleasure of it reached into every part of him as he swallowed.

He heard a sharp laugh, and turned with the knife in his hand to see one of the Slaughterpigs had entered the room. He was older, 40 maybe. His head was shaved and there was dark hair on his chest and abs. His shoulders were broad, his arms well muscled.

"A last meal I see. Hope it was as tasty as you will be. Put down the knife and hold out your hands please. This is not because I think you will try to attack me, but because your body will need restraining for what it is to suffer. It is time."

Jon did as he was told and the man used a short length of rope to bind his wrists together in front of him. The rough feel of the rope on his skin was like the rub of skin on his cock. Pleasure spread through his body. Then the man took a small key and unlocked the cage on his cock and balls.

"As I promised."

Jon figured this was the guy who had been sending the texts. Maybe the leader if Slaughterpigs had one. His cock finally hung long and loose. Jon had wondered if it would cum as soon as it was free, but it just thickened.

"Follow now."

They were the last words Jon would hear. He followed, watching the muscles of the shoulders slide under the skin as the man led him, watching the hard butt as his legs walked. Every movement he saw was pleasure through Jon's body. They came at last to a room that was dark except for lights shining on a large, thick wood table in the center. Next to it was a smaller table with a row of thin, shiny knives. At the end of the row was a larger thicker one, like a hunting knife. The Slaughterpigs stood around, naked.

Jon went to the table and laid down on it without being told. The man stretched his arms over his head and attached the rope that bound his hands to a hook in the table's end. He came around and took Jon's ankles pulling him to the center of the table and spreading his legs slightly. Jon's cock lay thick on his belly. It was stiff and hard now.

Just as porn star was the first one who marked Jon's body, he was the first to come forward and take a knife. His eyes were hard and cruel and filled with delight at what he was about to do. He brushed his free hand slowly down Jon's chest, over his nipples and abs. His fingers circled the base of Jon's cock and slowly pulled up towards the head. It was the first time it had been touched since Jon had locked the cage on it more than a week ago. He gasped as pleasure raced through his body, and his body arched. Just then the boy thrust his knife into the mark he had made on the tattoo on Jon's side. Jon felt the ice of the steel burn between his ribs as it thrust in and then withdrew. Porn star's lips curled in pleasure as he watched the blood ooze out of the wound. Jon raised his head to watch in fascination. There was not as much blood as he expected. And just a dull pain in his side as he breathed. Porn star leaned over, his tongue licking up the trails of blood along Jon's side. Jon gasped again as the pleasure spread throughout his chest. The boy then used his bloody tongue to lick Jon's nipples, staining them dark. Jon lay on the table his chest heaving, eyes closed, moaning in pleasure, his cock throbbing.

He did not see the man who had led him into the room step forward, but he felt the tongue trace the mark on his thigh and opened his eyes just in time to see the flash of the knife as the strong arm slammed it into him. His body jerked at the blow, trying to curl inward around the pain, but the ropes kept him stretched out. The next Slaughterpig turned Jon on his side. He could see nothing, but could feel the cold tip of steel tracing the lines of muscles in his back, until it found the mark of red and slowly, slowly slid in just under his shoulder blade.

One by one the Slaughterpigs came forward, each of them different in how they used their blade, some tearing into his body, some almost elegant in their precision. Each wounding him until trails of blood leaked slowly across his torso, his legs, his arms. The old wood of the table was pooled with blood. But no one hit a major organ or artery. Jon's head felt light, and his breath began to come ragged. There was the taste of blood in his mouth from the wounds in his lungs. But his body filled up with exquisite pain from his wounds. Stretching the pleasure that filled every fiber of his flesh now. He felt as if his whole body needed to crack open and let the pleasure spill out.

It was then that porn star returned with his hard smile. He bent his face to the soles of Jon's feet, rubbing his cheek against them. Jon could feel the boy's slight stubble even through the thick skin of his soles and the feel coursed through his whole body. The boy ran his nose against Jon's toes, inhaling with pleasure. As he played with one of the few places on Jon's body that was not wounded, Jon gasped at the waves of pleasure that it sent through his pain. He felt like his cock would split from the cum built up. He wanted to cry out to the boy to please make him cum but words would not come out, only moans and gasps. He felt the brush of the boy's smooth hard chest and belly over his toes as he climbed up on the table with Jon and snaked his way up Jon's body until their faces were together. Jon looked into the beautiful boy's cold eyes as the boy kissed him hard, his tongue thrust down Jon's throat. He sat up, straddling Jon's hips, and Jon felt someone else's hands take hold of his throbbing cock, wet it with his own warm blood, and put the head against the boy's hole. The boy laughed and sat, taking Jon's cock deep inside him. Jon gasped and his body spasmed as if he were going to cum, but still he didn't. The boy wriggled his hips and Jon began to buck desperately. He wanted to spurt his seed, to let go.

It was then that he saw the large knife that the boy held high above his chest. No, Jon thought, let me cum, let me cum! But the boy didn't wait. He plunged the knife into Jon, sawing across the red line he had drawn at the top of Jon's belly. Fire exploded in Jon's chest, blood pouring through the hole in sheets, but still his cock just seemed to grow harder. He felt the boy's other hand pull the wound open and enter his chest, scraping against his ribs from the inside, searching. He felt them at last as they tightened on his heart, its pounding constricted as they pulled his heart free of its place. He felt the veins and arteries pulled tight, and the knife pushed back into the wound. It sawed through what was left that held the heart in place, and in that moment Jon's whole body wrenched in orgasm. His cum shot deep into the beautiful bloody boy who lifted his heart free of his body. Quickly the boy pulled off of Jon's cock and thrust his own stiff cock into the hole in Jon's chest. As it plunged into the sticky mess of organs and torn muscle the boy shuddered and came, his whole body curling around his cock. Their spasms continued, Jon's cum spattering the boy's back, his own bloody belly, the boy's shooting deep inside Jon. They fell into a rhythm, the throb of their cocks, the heaving of their bodies. Slowing. Slowing.

By the time Andre slumped exhausted and spent over the boy beneath him, the boy was still, the eyes staring sightlessly into his. The knife and his right hand were coated with blood. The heart in his left hand was still and bloody and warm. He looked around at the other Slaughterpigs, their chests heaving, their bodies slick with sweat, their cum splattering themselves, the floor, the dead boy. He smiled at them and raised the dead heart to his mouth, ripping off a large piece of it with his teeth, filling his mouth with its rich taste.

The cheers and howls of the Slaughterpigs echoed through the dark empty spaces.
 

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wonderful, gots my dickey pretty damn stickey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 

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amazing work, man, very hot.
now it just needs to exits and happen to me...
anyone wanna help me out and send me a similar set of text messages? hehehe
 

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amazing work, man, very hot.
now it just needs to exits and happen to me...
anyone wanna help me out and send me a similar set of text messages? hehehe
Just let me finish a few modifications to my old abandoned factory. And of course I need a few Slaughterpigs. Anyone want to join? We have a willing victim.
 

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I love this story. It is fucking HAWT for me because not only do I get off on willing "victims", but I have a complete obsession/fixation with the human, male heart (mine and other dudes'). I must admit I would have changed one minor detail, however: I would have killed the other willing boy by cutting out his pumping heart and then fucking the bloody, dripping muscle while it still twitched with vestigial life, getting off just as the dying organ gave up its last. Then I would have happily laid back and given up my own heart to my killer. Too bad we're only talking fantasy here...
 
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I like horgula's idea. I say it because I've fucked a heart before and it feels fucking amazing! :D
 

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I love this story. It is fucking HAWT for me because not only do I get off on willing "victims", but I have a complete obsession/fixation with the human, male heart (mine and other dudes'). I must admit I would have changed one minor detail, however: I would have killed the other willing boy by cutting out his pumping heart and then fucking the bloody, dripping muscle while it still twitched with vestigial life, getting off just as the dying organ gave up its last. Then I would have happily laid back and given up my own heart to my killer. Too bad we're only talking fantasy here...
I'm actually with you on that. I would love to have seen that boy's chest cut open and Jon reaching in and up under the ribs to pull his heart down and out while sheets of blood flooded the floor and the boy's body went limp hanging from its arms. But I know people like a lot of different things so I try to restrain myself to one torn out heart per story. :)

Maybe I could make it up to you by writing a human sacrifice story where a boy and his lover have their hearts ripped out and fucked by a death cult. HeartsFeetCross has some very inspiring pictures on his profile page ...
 

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Please !
 

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Before the main event, I want to give seven real straight men in silk boxer shorts a through cocksucking, which I believe is only fair. After all they will ultimately be gimping me in restraints and my penis will become their property! So thats the deal!!! I have prepared myself for verbal fag bashing and ass pounding too and want to be allowed to wear my pretty satin bloomer knickers for undergarments which I've grown accustomed to. It will be your job to humiliate me in my satin knicker bloomers with my cock ready and spewing manmilk during its final decapitation voyage.:I am new here:
 
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