Slaughterpigs: a serial story

[Tecpatl]

Day 1: instructions

Jon ran his hands through his hair and looked at his body in the mirror. Are you ready for this, he thought. But it didn't seem like it mattered. The texts had been very direct. A series had come in the last few minutes from an anonymous number.

-This is where you will die two weeks from tonight:



-This is where your meat will be hung to develop its flavor:



-This is where we will dispose of the offal left from butchering your carcass:



They were Slaughterpig. He had made contact with them online through a necro site. They were a group of men who got off on killing and butchering young men. It had been a fantasy for Jon at first. He got off on them telling what they would do to him. But it became obvious pretty quick that they wanted more.

-These are the six we have so far lured to our slaughterhouse. Some were willing, like you. Most not so much.



One by one the selfies of cute boys followed.

-If you take this information to police, they will laugh. They know. They will maybe feel sorry for you. They know you will die soon. But you know it is what you want. Even if you are afraid of it.

They were right about the longing he felt. He knew now that it was the darkness that drew him to study in Europe. So far from home. To being fucked in anonymous toilets. To dropping out of school. To losing ties with family and friends.

-It is our advise to get the most of your experience to not have sex or masturbate from today. If you let the hormones build it will help overcome the fear at the end. Also it will help make your last orgasm the best for you and us.

He was attracted to Eastern Europe. Somehow it seemed to hold a darkness for him. Like the movie Hostel. He had jerked off to that so many times as a teen. Through someone he met he found a job. Not much but it allowed him to stay. He turned tricks sometimes to help. He worked out to develop his body. Many evenings he just had sex with guys he met in Ovcha Kupel Park. Whoever wanted him. And he fantasized. That one would pull a knife. Or tighten hands around his throat. Online he lived out deeper and darker fantasies. He met the Slaughterpigs. It became real.

-Remember. Two weeks from tonight you will die at the place you have seen. If your body is not true to the pictures you have sent we will put a gun to your head and shoot you. Your carcass will go untouched into the tank of offal. So far we have been pleased with all of our boys. They have been tasty.

Are you ready for this? Jon looked in the mirror.

-Do not try to run. You cannot board a plane. You cannot cross a border. Our connections are deep. If you do not show up in two weeks you will be shot dead on the street. From your pictures that would be a waste. Better for you if you die while we make you cum and your dead flesh is left for us to enjoy.

Ready? There was a cold fear in his belly. But his cock was ready. It was hard as fuck.

 

[Tecpatl]

Day 2: seasoning



Jon was still laying in bed late the next morning when his phone buzzed with a text.

-One of our members has a request. He is a chef and will be preparing the first meal from your meat. He asks that you add to your diet uncooked rosemary. At least 1 gram per kilo of your bodyweight but as much as 5 to 10 grams if you can. You can mix it with other foods but do not cook. The oils will come through quite delicately in your meat. And he says it will increase the sensitivity of your skin while you are alive which will be nice when you are licked and touched while we fuck you.

Jon rolled over and groaned. It was hard enough to go to sleep after the texts from yesterday without jerking off for some relief. Now he had just been instructed to eat herbs for the next week and a half to flavor his meat for the men who were going to slaughter him. His right hand stroked across his bare chest and down his belly to stroke the hairs of his bush.

But he stopped himself. If this was real. If he was really going to let them kill him. Then he wanted to do what they said. No cumming until they made him. Or let him. He imagined the release that would be.

It was a Saturday and the only thing on his schedule was his workout. He was working out daily until ... He couldn't think the word yet, just until.

Halfway through his routine at the gym a guy came in who kept looking at him. The guy was hot, and he made no secret that he was looking at the bulge in Jon's shorts. Fuck. This was hard. Jon was hard.



He cut his routine short and dressed in a hurry. He had heard good things about the farmers market at Rimskata Stena. It was out of the way but it was a Saturday and maybe the walk would cool him down. And he needed a week's supply of fresh rosemary.

 

[Swag]

The anticipation is killing me! Can't wait for more

 

[Tecpatl]

The anticipation is killing me! Can't wait for more

Just think of it as foreplay. ;-)

 

[Tecpatl]

Day 3: reality approaches

Jon was laying in his bed that morning trying not to touch himself and trying to decide if the texts were real. If Slaughterpigs were serious. Maybe they were just a mindfuck. A really elaborate role play.

His phone vibrated.

-We thought you might be thinking what it will be like when the time comes to die. How you want to be. If you will be brave or if you will need to be tied or drugged. We thought it would be helpful to see one of our other boys. He did not come willingly like you will. And he did not make a good end. But we had some fun with him. And his meat was very nice.



There was a video attached to the message. Jon recognized the guy in it as one of the six selfies he had been sent. He had a diamond tattooed on his chest. He was tied naked to one of the columns in the factory, his hands behind his back. His ankles were tied to either side of the column so his legs were apart. He was crying and pleading. Jon heard "ne" and "molya" (no and please) over and over. Someone walked into the frame with an arrow in his hand he jammed the arrow into the guy's balls and twisted. He used the bloody arrow point to draw x's on the guy. His left thigh, his right shoulder, and his upper belly just under the diamond tattoo.

The video jumped and now the guy had two arrows in his thigh, neither through the x, which was just visible. There was one through his trapezius, and three more through his chest, all in the diamond. He was moaning and his chest was heaving. Blood trails traced his body. He kept repeating "ne." An arrow thudded through the x drawn on his belly. There was a shriek of pain. His body heaved and twisted. There were cheers and applause from a few people just off camera.

The video jumped again. A figure stepped into the frame and ripped the arrow from the trapezius. He jammed it into the side of the guy's throat. He held the head against the column as he twisted and shoved the arrow. The shrieks turned to gurgles and bright red blood flowed from the wound and the guy's mouth. The figure began to kiss the bleeding mouth long and deep. The arrow tore through the cartilage of the throat with a crunch and came out the other side. The guy's body jerked. The figure continued his kiss as the body slumped in death.

Jon was panting and his mouth was dry. His heart was pounding. His dick stood straight up from his belly. That looked too real. If this was a mindfuck role play Slaughterpigs had access to some serious special effects. This isn't just fantasy he said to himself. This really isn't just fantasy. What will I do? Will I panic? Will I struggle? Twelve days. He had twelve days.

Jon dressed and went to the gym, his hard-on still raging. The guy from the day before was already there. He gave Jon a little smile when their eyes met across the room. His eyes flicked to Jon's bulge. When the guy finished his workout Jon followed him to the shower. There was nobody else there. It was not long before he felt the hard naked body step up behind him. Before hands glided over his wet torso. Before a willing mouth was on his straining dick. Jon leaned back against the shower wall like he was tied to a column. Like the warm water was his own blood flowing down his body. Like his cumming would be his dying. This is how it would be. This is how he wanted it to be.

 

[Tecpatl]

Day4: the gift

When Jon returned from work, there was a small package wrapped in brown paper on the floor by his apartment door. He took it inside and unwrapped it. Inside was a printed note.

-We know that it can be difficult at your age and with your body's needs to keep your hands from your dick, or to keep from responding to another's attentions ;-) We thought that we could provide you with some help so that your final cumming will be what both you and us want it to be. We suggest that you use this device for the remainder of the time you have. We have the key and will set you free in your final hours.

They knew!! They were following him. Tracking him. Or maybe they just knew how hard it was when every thought you had was about what was going to happen to you.

Inside the box was the device. A metal cage for his dick. There was an open lock. There was no key.

Jon put the cage on according to the pictures, even though it wasn't hard to figure out. So could he wear this thing? Would people know? Fuck it! If he was going to do this he needed to do it all. He thought what this meant. That the next time he came he would be dying. He put the lock on the cage and and snapped it closed as his dick tried to get hard.

 

[Tecpatl]

Day 5: something extra

Jon spent the day at work thinking that everybody could see what he was wearing under his clothes and realizing that nobody seemed to notice. Somehow it was like one of those dreams where you're going through the day and you suddenly realize you're naked. The one thing that was sure was that he was constantly aware of what he was wearing under his clothes. It teased him into wanting to be hard, but wouldn't let his cock get fully hard. It was a strange sensation. And always it was saying to him, when this comes off, you die. Slaughterpigs had their hand on him every moment, reminding him that the meat on his bones was already theirs, he was just using it in his last few days.



It was during lunch that his phone buzzed. A short text.

-There is another.

Another what? But somehow he knew. Another like him. Another preparing to ...

Did that mean they would be together? Be snuffed at the same time? He spent the rest of the day daydreaming the possibilities. It was one thing to watch the video on his phone. It was another to be there. And more and more he thought he wanted to see it. To see the reality of what was going to happen to him just before he was ... To hear the sounds. To smell the sweat and the fear and the blood.

It was long after he was home that his phone buzzed again.

-We have decided to grant this other boy's fantasy. We have role played with him online many times the fantasy of him being snuffed by a boy who was also about to die. You will be that boy. You have no choice in this. It makes no difference if you find this boy attractive. He is now your dead meat. You will meet him in ten days. There you will find out how you are to kill him. And when you have slaughtered him we will slaughter you.

Holy fuck! Jon had a lump of ice in his belly. Could he do this? No. Could he do this to a boy who wanted it as much as he did? He began to think he could. The boy would be wanting him to do it. Would beg him to do it. Jon fell asleep with images of beautiful blindfolded boys tied down before him. And he had a knife. And he had a gun. And he had a length of rope. And he had ...

 

[Tecpatl]

Day 6: dead meat

Jon was chopping rosemary in the kitchen making dinner. His belly was burning for release, but his dick couldn't even get fully hard in its cage. It was a strange kind of being horny. Sometimes he liked it. He changed the position of the knife in his hand. He felt its weight in his hand and imagined an exposed beautiful neck on the chopping block. He would have to do it, even if he had to just take a deep breath and plunge the blade in. He had gotten off imagining what it would feel like to have a blade plunged into his own body many times. Imagining what it would feel like holding a knife cutting into someone else was a new thing. But in nine days he was going to do it.

His phone vibrated on the counter.



-This is one of our boys being prepared for our enjoyment. You and the boy you will kill are already as much dead meat as this one. Your corpses will soon hang next to each other in this same place.

Jon pressed the shining blade of the knife against the bare skin of his shirtless chest. He wondered again how he would die.

 

[Tecpatl]

Day 7: planning

It was evening when Jon got the next text.

-We are meeting right now to decide how we will kill you and the other. We are looking at the pictures you have sent and are discussing which ways your body would look the hottest as it dies. Many of the ideas involve blood. In an hour we will have decided and will get off on imagining what we are going to do to you. It is likely that this will be the last thing you see as you cum and you die. You may want to spend this evening imagining that moment.

 

[Madock345]

Please, please write more. As quickly as possible.

 

[Tecpatl]

Please, please write more. As quickly as possible.

Thanks. Hadn't been much response and I got busy with some other things. Was originally trying to write in real time.

 

[meatchuck]

We want more now.

 

[Tecpatl]

Since you insist, the story continues:

Day 8: one week to live

Jon phone buzzed. It was a photo and a message:



- One week from today you will be texted instructions on how to travel to this place. We have decided now how you will die in this place. And how you will kill the boy who will be waiting for you there. We hope you can be brave while you bleed. We have decided your skin would look very good with trails of blood running over it. The boy you kill will not bleed. We will leave this to your fantasies for the next seven days. Tomorrow we will send you the video of the death of this boy. We hope you will die as bravely under the knife as he did.

The phone buzzed. Jon looked at the picture of the boy. His mind raced at what he would see in the video of this boy's dying. His body longed for release. But he would wait ... for his own dying.

 

[headsman]

A week to live, a week to feel. When Jon does his kill I think his talent will be realized. He could have many encounters with similarly minded hot guys. They all beg for his attention, for release that really lasts. Please write more

 

[Tecpatl]

Day 9: a good example (six days to live)

Jon's phone buzzed. No words. Just the video. It was the guy from the picture. He was in the abandoned factory, taking off his clothes. One by one he placed each piece in a fire burning in an old oil drum. Until he was naked except for the cage locked around his straining cock. He calmly put his hands behind his back, standing like he was ex-military. A figure in black with his face covered stepped into frame and tied his hands. Another figure meanwhile unlocked the cock cage. Freed, his cock hung long and thick. The video jumped.

The naked guy was now walking down a wide hallway and turning into a room where large rusted hooks hung by chains from the ceiling. He looked them over as he took a long, deep breath and swallowed hard. Two figures stepped up on either side and guided him with hands on his upper arms until he stood under one of the hooks with his back to it. It hung just above his head. He stood, taking rapid, shallow breaths, staring straight ahead, like he was trying hard not to panic. The two figures took him around his arms and his waist and lifted him high, dropping him on the hook, which tore into his back and buried itself deep in his torso. He gasped and his eyes went wide with the pain, but he did not scream. His body strained, his chest arching, his feet pointing to the floor inches below. The video jumped.

One of the figures was sucking the guy's rock hard cock. The guy was gasping, his head tilted back against the hook in this back. Beads of sweat ran down the skin of his muscled chest. His nipples had gotten small and hard. He was close coming. A puddle of his blood slicked the concrete under his curled toes. The figure took his mouth off the straining cock, pumping it with his hand until it began to spray far out on the stained concrete. It was only then that the guy cried out. In ecstasy. Just before another figure stepped up with a butcher knife and plunged it into the top of the guy's belly, sawing down the valley in the center of his abs. As he pulled the knife out intestines oozed out the slit. The first figure, with the guy's cum still on his hand, thrust both hands into the wound and scooped intestines and liver out onto the floor. The guy's eyes began to glaze over and he let out a grunt. But it was hard to tell if it was pain or just air being forced out of his lungs by the hands in his torso. The figure reached into the wound again. Higher this time, to scoop out stomach and lungs and heart. They gutted the guy as he died. The light going out of his eyes slowly, as his body was jerked from the organs being torn from his ever more empty chest. The video jumped.

The camera panned the room. The guy's corpse had been broken down, the two empty halves of his torso hanging like sides of beef in a meat locker. His legs lay on a steel table where a figure in a bloody apron was wielded a knife. He cut a slice from a thigh and looked at the camera, putting the raw meat in his mouth and smiling as he chewed. The video went dark.

Jon let out his breath. He'd hardly breathed as he watched. Could he die like that? And he would die. Walking to his death on his own or dragged and screaming. It was such a hot way that the guy died. Forcing himself to be calm. To be silent. Jon ran a hand over his bare chest. He watched the video again.

 

[davi50]

woww hot

 

[Tecpatl]

Day 10: a recipe (5 days to live)

Jon took a long session at the gym on Sunday. He wanted his body at its best for what was coming on Friday. And the workout helped to burn off some of the tension that was now always present in his groin. Since the chastity cage on his cock wouldn't let him become fully hard, there was a constant burning lust that spread through his belly and made his nipples extra sensitive. It was an ever present reminder of the purpose of his body. The purpose that would be fulfilled under the knife of the Slaughterpigs.

When he checked his phone after his workout he found the text:

-We wish you to know that you should continue with your job tomorrow and the other days you are scheduled. Our reach is long but we do not wish to have to remove co-workers or friends who might become suspicious of your disappearance if it is not necessary. Continue your routine until the vacation you have scheduled begins on Friday. Also, you should not eat anything after lunch on Wednesday. You may continue with liquids, but no solid food. We wish your gastric system to have time to empty itself before you are killed. Since we will have twice the meat we usually have this week, our member who is a chef is planning to try blood sausage. The blood from the corpse of the boy you will kill will be drained and combined with your organ meat and fats to make the filling. Your intestines will also be used for the casing. We would like it to be as empty as possible to maintain a fresh taste.

The matter of fact way the text described his body being combined with a guy he hadn't even met to make food for his killers was an incredible turn on. He went for a run to calm his body down. It helped. A little.

 

[Tecpatl]

Day 11: an unfulfilling death (4 days to live)

He couldn't see. There was a blindfold. There was no light. His hands were tied. His feet were tied. There were mouths all over his skin. Tongues licked his smooth belly. Lips caressed his inner thighs. Teeth nipped at his nipples. At the head of his cock.

And then the knives began. He bit back the screams that began deep in his gut. Deep in his throat. He would be brave. He would make the pain into pleasure. And as he fought the fear the searing cold of the steel became one with the heat and lust of the tongues on his skin. He felt them lapping up the warmth of his blood. The blood that flowed from slices into his thighs, from cuts deep in his shoulders, from punctures deep in his torso. And his groin screamed for release. He bucked and writhed, but the release wouldn't come. He was dying and he began to know he would fall into death with his lust still burning inside him. His mind began to scream a deep and gut wrenching no!!!!!! But his mouth wouldn't open. He had no breath left in his dying. His body heaved against the mouths, the knives, the bonds ...

The sheets. Twisted around him as he tossed in his bed. He awoke, his body coated in sweat. He was alone. It was morning. It wasn't yet. But what if that was what it was like. If he couldn't make his cumming and his dying one thing. If the Slaughterpigs just cut his throat or thrust a knife into his heart. He shook off the doubts and looked at the clock. It was almost time to get up anyway. His phone buzzed:

-Good morning! Welcome to your very last Monday morning. One week from today you will have been dead for more than two days. Some of your meat will have been enjoyed by us already. Other parts of your corpse will be aging to improve its flavor. We look forward to the weekend. We hope you do to. But if not, it will not change what you will be a week from today. Dead meat.

 

[xaveman]

keep it up, man, this is really good!

 

[Tecpatl]

Day 12: a boy of his own (3 days to live)

Jon ran his tongue over the nipple, which responded to his touch. It hardened as he ran the tip of his tongue around it. Then he licked the smooth chest, moving slowly to the wispy hair of an armpit, burying his nose and inhaling the odor of fresh sweat ...

He shook himself out of the daydream. Even though he didn't have much time, he was still at work and he had things to do. He didn't want to arouse suspicion. Nothing must be different in these last days. His last days alive. And another boy's last days alive.

It was the picture that he got this morning that kept his mind wandering. It was a nipple. One exquisite nipple.



And one short text:

- This is your boy. In three days he will be in your hands. You will make him what you will soon become: dead meat.

And now it wasn't his own dying he was thinking about. It was having a willing boy. One who was longing to be killed by someone who was also marked for death. He could almost feel the smooth flesh beneath the stroking of his fingers, trembling with fear and desire together. He imagined picking up a knife, and pressing its shining cold point into the skin just beneath that nipple, to slicing deep until he sliced between ribs, to licking the blood off the rib cage as it flowed over the taught skin ...

He shook his head again. That was his own fantasy. The Slaughterpigs said there would be no blood on this boy's body. He imagined running his hands over those pecs as the torso arched beneath them, to reaching the neck, rubbing his thumbs just under the Adam's apple as he laced his fingers behind, to the neck stretching in anticipation of what was coming. He imagined pressing down with his thumbs, feeling the air rattle in the trachea, feeling that smooth chest spasm against his own naked body, the nipples hard as they rubbed against his own. He imagined the ribs stretching, the chest expanding as it grew desperate to suck in air, any air. He imagined his dick rubbing against the dying belly, shooting his cum to make their two bodies slick as the boy slumped in death ...

He shook his head. That would not happen either. The Slaughterpigs would not let him cum until he was dying himself. And it was his job to make the boy cum in his last moments. Jon wanted to make him cum at the same time that he slipped into death. It was what he wanted for himself. This was new to him. Jon had never imagined himself as the aggressor, as the torturer, as the killer. When they had told him what he would have to do to be killed himself, he'd wondered if he could. But something about seeing the picture, knowing that it was a part of a boy who would be defenseless and willing ...

After work Jon would eat his last dinner. He had been told not to eat after noon tomorrow. He did not want the indignity of shitting himself in his last minutes. Especially not if fear gripped him when they finally told him how he would die.

He would go for a hard workout at the gym. Then dinner alone at a restaurant he had already picked. He would spurge on a bloody rare steak and some good wine. And he would stare into the distance and picture all of the un-bloody ways he could kill the boy with the beautiful nipple.