Gay Slavemeat
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Shopper Fun at the Mall
By Gay Slavemeat
The naked young male on display in the shopping mall was dying quite nicely. It had been almost exactly 24 hours since he had been nailed to a cross upon which he was assigned to die, and the attendant who was checking on his status observed that he had responded very well to the process so far and was providing ample entertainment for the many shoppers who paused to enjoy the show.
There had been no resistance as the attendants positioned him on the traditional wooden cross, and he had obediently stretched his arms onto the horizontal beam so that the attendants could nail each hand firmly to it. He had also cooperated by keeping his feet side by side while they were amply nailed to the vertical beam. He had winced a little, but not cried out as the various nails pierced his flesh. The attendants used lots of nails in each hand and foot, both to be sure he remained on the cross and to add to his torment and therefore to the entertainment for the shoppers who paused to watch. Each nail brought a cheer or applause from the numerous onlookers as the victim was prepared.
The attendants had lifted the cross easily since the young male was very slim and fit, weighing about 135 pounds – the perfect weight for assuring the very slow death that was desired. The base of the cross slid smoothly into a hole in the concrete floor, assuring it would remain firmly erect while the victim began and ended his death cycle.
The nails were not the only support for the body, however. Relying just on nails meant the victim would have to raise himself for nearly every breath, and resulted in too short a period of suffering as the body tired and became unable to breathe. There was also a sedle mid-way up the vertical beam that thrust a large dildo into the male’s ass, providing some support and also assuring ongoing arousal. As the cross settled in, and the dildo was pushed all the way into the asshole by the weight of the body, the male reacted as any 21-year old male would react, generating a very nice erection. The attendants ordered the slave to fuck himself on the dildo a little to make sure it was fully inserted, which he did. They had already verified the depth of insertion, of course, but knew the shoppers would enjoy watching the guy gyrate in pain as the massive dildo widened his tight young asshole. They then tested the electric probe on the end of the dildo, which generated a variable surge of electricity into the ass. The screams and gyrations of their victim confirmed for them that this too was in good working order, and the passers-by again laughed and cheered.
In preparation for being tortured to death on the cross, the male had been injected with unusually powerful erectile drugs that would assure the penis stayed erect. The drugs were only used on those about to be killed, as they caused permanent damage to the male genitals and generated extreme pain. But of course neither of those were issues that mattered in processing yet another slave. Research had shown that crowds were turned on and excited by the sight of an erect penis on a dying naked slave, and that is what mattered. The young male was scheduled to die, and the more pain involved the better since that added to the entertainment value. More entertainment value meant more shoppers, and more shoppers meant more sales – which was the ultimate goal. Even before the task of breathing began to inflict pain, it was apparent to the attendants and the shoppers that the erection was itself painful for the beautiful young male now displayed before them. Like breathing, that pain would increase considerably as the erection became more a function of the drugs and less a function of the natural sexuality of the handsome young body.
Besides the dildo, which was equipped with electronics to monitor body information, the male had an insert he had been ordered to swallow just before being nailed to the cross. Each of these devices was a microprocessor that radioed his progress to a computer display next to the cross. His heart rate, blood pressure, and rate of breathing were displayed, along with information on his rate of dehydration and even a “pain index” reading that measured how much agony he was enduring based on nerve readings. An EEG measured brain functioning, and would signal the exact moment of death when it occurred. All of this was radioed by the microprocessors from inside the body and displayed for the shoppers. Based on this data, shoppers could make informed guesses about the victim’s progress, and could place bets using the device (and a convenient credit card slot) to wager exactly how long he would last and what his maximum pain rating would be before he died. There was also a separate betting option based on the fact the dildo and drugs would force him to have an orgasm as he died (albeit one more productive of pain than pleasure), and this option was a wager on exactly how much sperm would emit from his penis. The body would also let loose a final load of piss, of course, once it was dead, and that volume too was an option for betting (hence the data on dehydration rates). Market research had also verified that getting shoppers engaged in the event would bring them back to see if they had made a good bet. And bringing shoppers back to the mall more frequently was the purpose. Killing a bunch of slaves to accomplish that purpose was of no concern whatsoever.
The young male was not a criminal, and had done nothing wrong. He was just a slave, and slaves usually died very painful deaths in public. No one would even consider if that was right or wrong, since those concepts simply didn’t apply to slaves. This one had performed such tasks as his owner ordered, and dying a long painful death to entertain shoppers was simply the next and final task. The mall had bought this particular animal from an owner who had used it as a household slave, keeping his home spotless and providing the owner and his family and friends with sexual entertainment. But the owner had found a new slave he liked better, so like a used piece of furniture this slave was sold at auction. The mall hadn’t paid much since slaves were very plentiful, and having handsome young males displayed in key parts of the mall more than paid for the modest cost since it materially helped sales. When the slave was dead, his body would be removed from the cross and the meat would be cut up and sold, with poorer cuts used to feed other slaves, a spectacle that people also enjoyed watching. Whatever was left after that would be ground up and used for fertilizer so that there was no waste. The cuts of meat and even the fertilizer came with a video of the slave’s death, which also helped sales. It was fun for shoppers to watch a video of the slave dying while enjoying steaks or burgers that were once part of his body. It had become a favorite party theme, so the meat and the videos helped offset the mall’s cost for the slaves. The whole arrangement was wonderfully profitable.
This particular slave was being crucified indoors at a popular shopping mall. As noted, torturing slaves to death was a very popular attraction, and one of the most popular events was watching a young male die on a cross in such obvious torment. If done properly it would last a long time, and no further action was required once the animal was nailed to the cross and put in place. Whipping, skinning, and most other methods required ongoing action and tended to produce far too quick a death. This is why the mall focused mostly on crucifixions.
But being indoors meant that the slave was not exposed to the elements, and one of the entertainment values of the crucifixion might have been lost. Research had shown that people preferred the outdoor crucifixions that were staged in public parks more than those at the mall, because of the impact of the hot sun on the bodies of the victims. Watching the skin slowly burn in the sun and become brittle to the touch was a source of added fun for the passers-by. The crosses were not set high off the ground; they were just high enough so the slaves were suspended. That way the crowds could fondle the bodies on display, and eagerly did so. Being able to slap a burned bit of skin on the chest or thigh of the helpless male was a great sport that reliably generated a scream of delightful agony to entertain the crowd. Of course, the erect penis was always the favorite target and the penises tended to burn particularly nicely since they protruded prominently in front of the exposed body. Passers-by weren’t permitted to do major damage, however, since that would affect the time of death and invalidate the betting. The idea was for the slave to die on the cross, not be killed by an onlooker.
Since the male in question was indoors, and the hot sun wasn’t an option, the owners of the mall had devised an equivalent approach that pleased the shoppers. Intense sunlamps were directed at the body from the ceiling of the mall, and they provided an effectively focused equivalent of the hot sun and its resulting sunburns. Further, a lamp was also set underneath the slave, focused on his genitals, so that his penis and scrotum were burned both from above and from below. Shoppers were enthusiastically enjoying the opportunity to slap the blistered skin of the slave’s manhood, or squeeze the burned skin of his scrotum, and there was no way the slave could not scream out in pain. Indeed, he was becoming rather hoarse as a result and the screams weren’t as enthusiastic as they had originally been. But the crowd wandering buy didn’t back off. They loved watching the pain meter on the nearby display jump nearly to the top of its scale as they had their fun. Indeed, some adjusted their bets on time of death to take into account the likelihood that this level of pain would hasten the timing, while others reduced their estimate of the amount of sperm that would be shot from the battered cock at the point of death when he was brought to his final, painful orgasm. They figured the burning of the scrotum might actually curdle the sperm, and were anxious to see if they would prove correct in predicting a very low volume of boy-juice. Obviously, the same kind of reasoning affected the betting on the amount of piss the carcass would yield right after the animal died.
The attendant observed that the heart rate was still solid, and breathing was still regular. The mall wanted the animal to last for at least three days, which was pretty typical for slaves of this build and fitness level, and the attendant was confident that would occur. The guy was actually doing pretty well based on the medical readings, and might even go a little longer. That would be good, as it would reduce costs for the mall. Slaves weren’t expensive, especially compared to the increase in mall business since they started using them as entertainment, but every cost mattered. A four-day event represented a cost reduction equivalent to a third of the cost of the slave.
“Fuck yourself,” the attendant ordered the slave, wanting to see how responsive the slave was after his first day of suffering. The slave did so, not as vigorously as when he was first placed on the cross, but with enough movement to assure the attendant he was still functioning. The attendant then touched the control that activated the electric shock from the dildo, and got an appropriate reaction from that as well, as the slave writhed and screamed despite the hoarseness generated by all the attention to his sunburned cock and balls. His cock bounced in front of him, adding to the fun. The nearby shoppers cheered at this, and the attendant bowed to them and touched the button again to trigger another burst of electricity-generated agony. He got a second cheer.
While this particular slave was nothing exceptional, he did have some good features that helped attract attention. His owner had kept him extremely fit, so that he would be a better sex object, and that resulted in great muscle tone and no excess body fat. Some slaves were scarred or bruised from being whipped and beaten, which reduced their appeal to the shoppers (but of course also reduced their cost to purchase for the mall). It was a balance of quality v. cost that the mall monitored carefully. But this slave didn’t have any visible scars or bruises, again no doubt reflecting the animal’s primary use as a sox object. That didn’t mean the young male hadn’t been severely beaten and suffered extreme pain while serving his prior master; it just meant the master had been careful not to damage his property in any way that would reduce his pleasure in using it.
The slave also had very beautiful skin, which had burned nicely under the sunlamps. But its best feature was its cock, which was truly huge. Breeding programs for salves had focused on larger penises, which fetched better prices for the animals turned out in the millions by the cloning factories. The programs were quite successful, and this slave sported a cock that stood out an impressive 16 inches in front of him. It was nearly double what it would have been if he had been cloned naturally. The huge cock was not unusual for slaves, however, although this one did seem to the attendant to be particularly well formed. It curved slightly, and was still pointed upward courtesy of the fitness of the animal and the impact of the drugs it had been compelled to take. The attendant looked forward to watching it shoot its final load in a day or two.
The attendant was satisfied with the progress of this slave, and moved on to check the others on display. His data readouts informed him that very shortly one of them would die within about the next hour, and need to be replaced. The attendant texted his buddies to meet him at the scene so they could enjoy the finale. Not only would that be fun to watch, but then he and his buddies would be able to enjoy the task of picking out the new victim from the stable of caged slaves ready to be killed, and placing him on the cross. That would happen after they all enjoyed fucking him, of course. That was one of their many perks. The only rule was that they had to let the shoppers watch.
As the attendant walked to his next station, he also realized it was getting close to Halloween, which meant they’d be putting out the extra stakes upon which about a hundred slaves would be burned to death, covered in a special oil that prolonged their suffering and providing eerie, dancing lighting for evening shopping at the mall. It was one of his favorite events of the year. The attendant truly enjoyed his job, knowing that he was helping commerce and having fun doing so.
By Gay Slavemeat
The naked young male on display in the shopping mall was dying quite nicely. It had been almost exactly 24 hours since he had been nailed to a cross upon which he was assigned to die, and the attendant who was checking on his status observed that he had responded very well to the process so far and was providing ample entertainment for the many shoppers who paused to enjoy the show.
There had been no resistance as the attendants positioned him on the traditional wooden cross, and he had obediently stretched his arms onto the horizontal beam so that the attendants could nail each hand firmly to it. He had also cooperated by keeping his feet side by side while they were amply nailed to the vertical beam. He had winced a little, but not cried out as the various nails pierced his flesh. The attendants used lots of nails in each hand and foot, both to be sure he remained on the cross and to add to his torment and therefore to the entertainment for the shoppers who paused to watch. Each nail brought a cheer or applause from the numerous onlookers as the victim was prepared.
The attendants had lifted the cross easily since the young male was very slim and fit, weighing about 135 pounds – the perfect weight for assuring the very slow death that was desired. The base of the cross slid smoothly into a hole in the concrete floor, assuring it would remain firmly erect while the victim began and ended his death cycle.
The nails were not the only support for the body, however. Relying just on nails meant the victim would have to raise himself for nearly every breath, and resulted in too short a period of suffering as the body tired and became unable to breathe. There was also a sedle mid-way up the vertical beam that thrust a large dildo into the male’s ass, providing some support and also assuring ongoing arousal. As the cross settled in, and the dildo was pushed all the way into the asshole by the weight of the body, the male reacted as any 21-year old male would react, generating a very nice erection. The attendants ordered the slave to fuck himself on the dildo a little to make sure it was fully inserted, which he did. They had already verified the depth of insertion, of course, but knew the shoppers would enjoy watching the guy gyrate in pain as the massive dildo widened his tight young asshole. They then tested the electric probe on the end of the dildo, which generated a variable surge of electricity into the ass. The screams and gyrations of their victim confirmed for them that this too was in good working order, and the passers-by again laughed and cheered.
In preparation for being tortured to death on the cross, the male had been injected with unusually powerful erectile drugs that would assure the penis stayed erect. The drugs were only used on those about to be killed, as they caused permanent damage to the male genitals and generated extreme pain. But of course neither of those were issues that mattered in processing yet another slave. Research had shown that crowds were turned on and excited by the sight of an erect penis on a dying naked slave, and that is what mattered. The young male was scheduled to die, and the more pain involved the better since that added to the entertainment value. More entertainment value meant more shoppers, and more shoppers meant more sales – which was the ultimate goal. Even before the task of breathing began to inflict pain, it was apparent to the attendants and the shoppers that the erection was itself painful for the beautiful young male now displayed before them. Like breathing, that pain would increase considerably as the erection became more a function of the drugs and less a function of the natural sexuality of the handsome young body.
Besides the dildo, which was equipped with electronics to monitor body information, the male had an insert he had been ordered to swallow just before being nailed to the cross. Each of these devices was a microprocessor that radioed his progress to a computer display next to the cross. His heart rate, blood pressure, and rate of breathing were displayed, along with information on his rate of dehydration and even a “pain index” reading that measured how much agony he was enduring based on nerve readings. An EEG measured brain functioning, and would signal the exact moment of death when it occurred. All of this was radioed by the microprocessors from inside the body and displayed for the shoppers. Based on this data, shoppers could make informed guesses about the victim’s progress, and could place bets using the device (and a convenient credit card slot) to wager exactly how long he would last and what his maximum pain rating would be before he died. There was also a separate betting option based on the fact the dildo and drugs would force him to have an orgasm as he died (albeit one more productive of pain than pleasure), and this option was a wager on exactly how much sperm would emit from his penis. The body would also let loose a final load of piss, of course, once it was dead, and that volume too was an option for betting (hence the data on dehydration rates). Market research had also verified that getting shoppers engaged in the event would bring them back to see if they had made a good bet. And bringing shoppers back to the mall more frequently was the purpose. Killing a bunch of slaves to accomplish that purpose was of no concern whatsoever.
The young male was not a criminal, and had done nothing wrong. He was just a slave, and slaves usually died very painful deaths in public. No one would even consider if that was right or wrong, since those concepts simply didn’t apply to slaves. This one had performed such tasks as his owner ordered, and dying a long painful death to entertain shoppers was simply the next and final task. The mall had bought this particular animal from an owner who had used it as a household slave, keeping his home spotless and providing the owner and his family and friends with sexual entertainment. But the owner had found a new slave he liked better, so like a used piece of furniture this slave was sold at auction. The mall hadn’t paid much since slaves were very plentiful, and having handsome young males displayed in key parts of the mall more than paid for the modest cost since it materially helped sales. When the slave was dead, his body would be removed from the cross and the meat would be cut up and sold, with poorer cuts used to feed other slaves, a spectacle that people also enjoyed watching. Whatever was left after that would be ground up and used for fertilizer so that there was no waste. The cuts of meat and even the fertilizer came with a video of the slave’s death, which also helped sales. It was fun for shoppers to watch a video of the slave dying while enjoying steaks or burgers that were once part of his body. It had become a favorite party theme, so the meat and the videos helped offset the mall’s cost for the slaves. The whole arrangement was wonderfully profitable.
This particular slave was being crucified indoors at a popular shopping mall. As noted, torturing slaves to death was a very popular attraction, and one of the most popular events was watching a young male die on a cross in such obvious torment. If done properly it would last a long time, and no further action was required once the animal was nailed to the cross and put in place. Whipping, skinning, and most other methods required ongoing action and tended to produce far too quick a death. This is why the mall focused mostly on crucifixions.
But being indoors meant that the slave was not exposed to the elements, and one of the entertainment values of the crucifixion might have been lost. Research had shown that people preferred the outdoor crucifixions that were staged in public parks more than those at the mall, because of the impact of the hot sun on the bodies of the victims. Watching the skin slowly burn in the sun and become brittle to the touch was a source of added fun for the passers-by. The crosses were not set high off the ground; they were just high enough so the slaves were suspended. That way the crowds could fondle the bodies on display, and eagerly did so. Being able to slap a burned bit of skin on the chest or thigh of the helpless male was a great sport that reliably generated a scream of delightful agony to entertain the crowd. Of course, the erect penis was always the favorite target and the penises tended to burn particularly nicely since they protruded prominently in front of the exposed body. Passers-by weren’t permitted to do major damage, however, since that would affect the time of death and invalidate the betting. The idea was for the slave to die on the cross, not be killed by an onlooker.
Since the male in question was indoors, and the hot sun wasn’t an option, the owners of the mall had devised an equivalent approach that pleased the shoppers. Intense sunlamps were directed at the body from the ceiling of the mall, and they provided an effectively focused equivalent of the hot sun and its resulting sunburns. Further, a lamp was also set underneath the slave, focused on his genitals, so that his penis and scrotum were burned both from above and from below. Shoppers were enthusiastically enjoying the opportunity to slap the blistered skin of the slave’s manhood, or squeeze the burned skin of his scrotum, and there was no way the slave could not scream out in pain. Indeed, he was becoming rather hoarse as a result and the screams weren’t as enthusiastic as they had originally been. But the crowd wandering buy didn’t back off. They loved watching the pain meter on the nearby display jump nearly to the top of its scale as they had their fun. Indeed, some adjusted their bets on time of death to take into account the likelihood that this level of pain would hasten the timing, while others reduced their estimate of the amount of sperm that would be shot from the battered cock at the point of death when he was brought to his final, painful orgasm. They figured the burning of the scrotum might actually curdle the sperm, and were anxious to see if they would prove correct in predicting a very low volume of boy-juice. Obviously, the same kind of reasoning affected the betting on the amount of piss the carcass would yield right after the animal died.
The attendant observed that the heart rate was still solid, and breathing was still regular. The mall wanted the animal to last for at least three days, which was pretty typical for slaves of this build and fitness level, and the attendant was confident that would occur. The guy was actually doing pretty well based on the medical readings, and might even go a little longer. That would be good, as it would reduce costs for the mall. Slaves weren’t expensive, especially compared to the increase in mall business since they started using them as entertainment, but every cost mattered. A four-day event represented a cost reduction equivalent to a third of the cost of the slave.
“Fuck yourself,” the attendant ordered the slave, wanting to see how responsive the slave was after his first day of suffering. The slave did so, not as vigorously as when he was first placed on the cross, but with enough movement to assure the attendant he was still functioning. The attendant then touched the control that activated the electric shock from the dildo, and got an appropriate reaction from that as well, as the slave writhed and screamed despite the hoarseness generated by all the attention to his sunburned cock and balls. His cock bounced in front of him, adding to the fun. The nearby shoppers cheered at this, and the attendant bowed to them and touched the button again to trigger another burst of electricity-generated agony. He got a second cheer.
While this particular slave was nothing exceptional, he did have some good features that helped attract attention. His owner had kept him extremely fit, so that he would be a better sex object, and that resulted in great muscle tone and no excess body fat. Some slaves were scarred or bruised from being whipped and beaten, which reduced their appeal to the shoppers (but of course also reduced their cost to purchase for the mall). It was a balance of quality v. cost that the mall monitored carefully. But this slave didn’t have any visible scars or bruises, again no doubt reflecting the animal’s primary use as a sox object. That didn’t mean the young male hadn’t been severely beaten and suffered extreme pain while serving his prior master; it just meant the master had been careful not to damage his property in any way that would reduce his pleasure in using it.
The slave also had very beautiful skin, which had burned nicely under the sunlamps. But its best feature was its cock, which was truly huge. Breeding programs for salves had focused on larger penises, which fetched better prices for the animals turned out in the millions by the cloning factories. The programs were quite successful, and this slave sported a cock that stood out an impressive 16 inches in front of him. It was nearly double what it would have been if he had been cloned naturally. The huge cock was not unusual for slaves, however, although this one did seem to the attendant to be particularly well formed. It curved slightly, and was still pointed upward courtesy of the fitness of the animal and the impact of the drugs it had been compelled to take. The attendant looked forward to watching it shoot its final load in a day or two.
The attendant was satisfied with the progress of this slave, and moved on to check the others on display. His data readouts informed him that very shortly one of them would die within about the next hour, and need to be replaced. The attendant texted his buddies to meet him at the scene so they could enjoy the finale. Not only would that be fun to watch, but then he and his buddies would be able to enjoy the task of picking out the new victim from the stable of caged slaves ready to be killed, and placing him on the cross. That would happen after they all enjoyed fucking him, of course. That was one of their many perks. The only rule was that they had to let the shoppers watch.
As the attendant walked to his next station, he also realized it was getting close to Halloween, which meant they’d be putting out the extra stakes upon which about a hundred slaves would be burned to death, covered in a special oil that prolonged their suffering and providing eerie, dancing lighting for evening shopping at the mall. It was one of his favorite events of the year. The attendant truly enjoyed his job, knowing that he was helping commerce and having fun doing so.
