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Thrill Kill Live!
By: Gay Slavemeat
The camera began to pan down the inviting flesh of the first participant even before the show's credits began to roll across the screen. The camera revealed nicely formed shoulders, a smooth back, and fairly muscular arms, which were raised above the head. The hands were shackled to the top of a frame, spread-eagling the participant. Below the shoulders the back was slightly shiny, with a thin layer of perspiration causing a reflection on the exposed flesh. Even from the back it was obvious that the participant had a fit, muscular torso. The obliques were solid, and the deltoids showed the results of dedicated workouts. The camera finished its initial journey with a pause at the buttocks. The cameraman knew that the audience would want to view this very enticing feature of the young male animal, and the meat was firm and extremely well shaped. This was the best feature of this particular animal in the view of the director, and he wanted others to enjoy it as he did. His job was not just to film the action as a passive observer for the benefit of the home audience, but to accentuate the most interesting and entertaining aspects of what was underway. He had won many Emmy awards for great camera work, and he was considered the best in the business.
The camera finished its tour of the young male by revealing that the feet were also shackled, so that the participant was nicely secured and spread within a wooden frame. Whatever was in store for him, he was not in any position to resist, and he was fully available and vulnerable.
As the credits rolled, identifying that this was another broadcast of the hit show "Thrill Kill Live!" on the Fox network, and beginning to list the various people who were involved with the show, the camera now focused on the front of the "participant." His face was not overly handsome, but not badly formed. He wore a trim haircut above blue eyes and a thin set of lips. He was now moving in the frame, swaying slightly within the constraints that held him, and he was sweating a lot more.
"Please," he cried. "This is all a mistake. I didn't agree. I was drunk. Let me go. Don't let him do this to me."
The entreaties went on, but no one paid any attention. Even the camera didn't pause for long, and soon worked its way down the front of its target object, showing a decent set of chest muscles and fairly nice abdominals. Nothing was really awesome, but it was all in nice shape and the animal was very much in his physical prime.
As the camera approached the genitals, its view was somewhat blocked. Another face was in the picture now, using his mouth to arouse the shackled complainer.
And he was having the desired effect. The victim's cock was now fully aroused, and his complaints were more ambiguous.
"No, I don't want to cum. I know what will happen. Don't let him do this to me."
The participant's cock put the lie to his protests. As it got more and more attention from the naked young male kneeling in front of it and providing an expert blow job, the cock got more and more hard.
The cameras now split the views into multiple shots. One view focused on the rising cock, with a close-up that included the eager tongue of the kneeling cocksucker and the pre-cum juice that was starting to leak out. Another view was of the cocksucker himself, showing a second well formed young male who was himself both naked and aroused. He was using his free hands to masturbate himself while he used his mouth to arouse his stage companion. Both youth were getting close to orgasm, as revealed by the increase in pre-cum leaking from each hard penis.
A third camera shot was from the back of the victim, between his legs. It got a bit of his balls in the shot, but was mostly focused on the cocksucker, showing his body from the chest down to his cock - sort of an artistic view. And there was even a fourth camera that caught the full scene, including the undulation of the restrained victim as he tried to resist and continued to complain even as he got increasingly aroused.
The credits finished just as the two youth reached climax. The kneeling cocksucker was apparently good at his task, having achieved a nearly simultaneous orgasm. That got a cheer form the studio audience, which up to now had been very still.
But then things got interesting. As the shackled youth shot his load, which traveled a good distance across the stage, his partner struck. He picked up a knife that had not been visible to the audience or the camera, and carefully sliced off the erupting cock. The initial moans of pleasure form the victim instantly turned to creams of agony.
The cocksucker held up his prize for the camera, to the cheers and applause of the audience, and he was clearly pleased with himself. His own cock was finishing its load, which had been aimed effectively at the belly of his victim.
But the cocksucker's satisfaction didn't last. Just as his cock stopped shooting cum, a swishing noise was heard along with the subsiding screams of agony, and an arrow appeared as if out of nowhere. It traveled with utter accuracy and entered the ball sack of the cocksucker. The camera shot from between the legs of the emasculated victim caught the flight of the arrow and its entry into the soft flesh with perfect artistry. The cocksucker was clearly astonished, and even more so when another arrow pierced his chest. He now uttered his own screams, of both agony and shock, as he fell to the ground - bleeding and dying like his companion. The cameras caught all the action, and continued to roll as the two animals writhed in deathly pain and ultimately lay still. The show was now ready to begin.
"Good evening viewers!" welcomed a familiar voice. The camera now revealed a truly handsome young male, who was standing to the side of the stage, looking at the remains of the two naked youth. He was dressed in leather clothing, which fit quite tightly and suggested a very muscular frame and a very generous set of genitals. It was obvious that he had a hard-on under the skin-tight leather pants.
"As you know, unless you just arrived on planet Earth, I'm Kevin Strand and I'm your host and the creator of "Thrill Kill Live!" I hope everyone enjoyed our little opening fun?"
The audience cheered, with thunderous applause. The host was extraordinarily popular, and the opening scene had been well received.
"I want to thank our intro staff for that little vignette. So, how about a round of applause for Johnny and the gang?"
The audience applauded yet again.
"Incidentally, I really liked the look of surprise on the second guy's face when the arrow nailed him in the nuts. Tell me, Johnny, how did you pull that off?"
"Thanks, Kevin. This one was actually kind of fun. The short story is that these two guys were once lovers. But the guy in the frame fell in love with another guy, and the cocksucker wanted revenge. So he got his former lover drunk and tricked him into signing the application to appear on our show. His proposal was that he'd suck off the former lover and then cut off his cock as he shot his last load. He promised that he could get them both off at the same time - which he did. I said that was OK, but he'd have to finish the task before we finished the credits. If not, we could do whatever we felt like to either of them. The idiot agreed. We had done a little background research on each of them, and they were both clear losers. So, we just ran the credits a little faster than usual, he missed his timing, and we got him right in the balls. The chest shot was just to make sure he died quickly enough to not slow down the show. These are decent looking participants, but obviously nothing special in either case. But now they've at least provided a little entertainment - a few minutes is all they're worth - and we'll get some use out of the bodies. As always, the studio audience is welcome to buy some fresh treats during commercials. And they can cut them off themselves once we get the carcasses strung up, or have our cooks do it for them. The bodies are also available for anyone who’d like to fuck them. We’ll even film that for a small fee and post it on our web site if you want."
Johnny's explanation of the story and the joke on the dead cocksucker got another round of applause, and a little laughter. A couple of audience members ducked out to get the first choice on the fresh treats, and a few others did the same in order to get in the fucking before the bodies cooled too much. Tricking losers into agreeing to be killed on the show was a part of the show's culture and yet another reason it was so popular. Recycling the dead losers as snacks was part of the show's commitment to not wasting anything and further enhanced its profits. The treats were not cheap, and the fee for fucking the dead bodies wasn’t small.
"Well done, as always," complemented Kevin. "But now we have a much better looking loser for us to process. Let's welcome tonight's featured solo participant. Here's Marcus."
A young male walked onto the stage, and shook hands with Kevin. Kevin led him to a couch and chair that were set up on stage, and they both sat down.
Kevin was in the chair, with Marcus on the couch. Marcus was very neatly dressed, wearing a collared shirt, nice slacks, and dress shoes. He had a thoroughly clean-cut appearance. His face was striking in its beauty. He was at least movie star quality, and the audience approved, anxious to see events develop.
Marcus' arrival was greeted with a polite round of applause.
"Don't worry, Marcus," Kevin explained as they settled in. "That wasn't much of a welcome, but the audience will get a lot more enthusiastic in a while once we start working you over. But let's start by getting to know you a little bit.
Why don't you tell me what you do, how old you are, and why you decided to apply to be on our show in order to get tortured and snuffed in front of all our millions of viewers?"
Marcus was obviously nervous, but he rose to the occasion.
"Well, I'm 19 years old as of today, and I am a sex slave. I flunked out of high school during my first year, and my master was kind enough to let me live in his home. In return, I agreed that he would own me and I'd do whatever he wanted me to do. I have had a few jobs here and there that he arranged, but I'm not really good at much. As I've watched your show over the years, I realized I'm one of the losers you process. Since I'm not going anywhere in life, I figured I'd at least provide other people with some entertainment, and maybe finally add a little value. It won't pay for what was wasted on me trying to get me educated, but at least it's something."
"That's really well said, Marcus. And it's pretty perceptive. A lot of young guys don't realize they're losers until later in life, and then they're not interesting enough to be on the show. We still process them in our meat factories, but there isn't much entertainment value. You're doing this at a nice young age when everyone can enjoy watching you suffer and be humiliated physically and sexually. This should be a lot of fun for everyone. You're right that you're still a waste, and we have no doubt of your status as a real loser - we've checked - but at least it's something. If you do a good job being turned into a slab of meat, you can take satisfaction in the fact millions of people will have been entertained and amused."
"That's my hope. I will try to do everything you tell me to do. My master agreed that it was time to dispose of me, and I don't want to disappoint him."
"That's very important," counseled Kevin. "Have you been able to provide him any value at all? It sounds like he's owned you for about 4 years."
"He has. I was just 15 when I flunked out and was sent to him by the principal. He is in his early twenties, and likes very young males, so one thing I did was to provide him sexual service. He also rented me to other guys who would use me however they wanted. So I'm sure he made money off me, which is good. And the other guys seemed to enjoy fucking me and using me as a sex toy or a urinal or whatever.
Probably the only real good I did, however, was shortly after I left school. The principal wanted to make an example of me for the other kids, and my master agreed. So I returned to school to tell them what had happened, and how I had become a sex slave and a whore. They made me do it standing naked in front of the class, and everyone laughed at me. As I described some of the things other guys did when they rented me, I am afraid I got aroused and developed an erection. So the class laughed even harder. Then they made me kneel down in front of my former teacher and suck him off. After that, some of the guys on the football team were invited to administer some punishment, and they hit me until I passed out. I think they fucked me while I was unconscious, since I was pretty sore in my ass when I finally woke up. They had just let me lie on the floor passed out for the rest of the class.
So, maybe some other kids worked harder to stay in school. But it actually seemed like a few flunked out on purpose to be able to satisfy their sexual desires, since there were several more in my master's harem within a few weeks after I was presented to the class. I guess I blew that too."
"Yeah," Kevin responded. "Even by the low standards of the kinds of animals we snuff on the show, it sounds like you'd be a loser among losers. But at least you'll be dead soon and you won't be a burden any more.
"Do you have all your affairs in order? We don't want to leave any lose ends, after all."
"Yeah, it didn't amount to much. I gave away what little I owned to my master years ago. He's the one that helped me realize this is the best choice for a guy like me. And I understand you guys take care of disposing of the body. So all I've got left are the clothes I'm wearing."
"Excellent. We do take care of the bodies, and you don't have to worry. We are very environmentally conscious, and nothing will go to waste. Depending on what happens to your cock and balls during the session, they are sometimes sold as souvenirs. If your skin isn't damaged too much, we use it to make leather clothing, and we have our own line of designer togs made from the flesh of the guys we snuff, which are very popular. That's what I'm wearing, for example. Our studio audience gets to choose the best cuts of your meat from what's left, and we turn the rest of you into hamburger and bone meal for fertilizer. There will be nothing left. And everyone will soon forget you ever existed, which is just as well.
"That sounds good. I especially hope people find me good to eat. Having other guys eat me is a sexual fantasy I've developed as I've been used over the past few years. My master has kept me very trim, so I should be a nice lean source of protean, for what that's worth."
"That's right," confirmed Kevin. "It sounds like your master coached you really well. Obviously someone like you couldn't have figured that out all on your own."
"Oh, no. I really owe him. He helped me a lot."
"That sure sounds right to me. But there's one last question to ask. Have you given some thought to how you think we should kill you? Your opinion is irrelevant of course, but we usually find it amusing and every now and then someone adds an aspect to the torture that we like. So we're always curious to know."
"Well, once again my master roommate has helped me on this. I know it's a question you always ask, so I asked him what he thought. And he told me that I should stress that I don't deserve a quick death. So things like hangings and strangling don't seem appropriate. I should suffer for as long a time as you have on the show for this segment, so that I can provide as much amusement to the audience as possible. I'm not vain enough to think I'd deserve something that lasts beyond the show, like a crucifixion, but I shouldn't be let off too easily or quickly.
Also, my master stressed that I should be humiliated. I know I'll get sodomized and pissed on, since that's pretty standard. But he thinks I deserve to be thoroughly debased, making me understand how worthless I am and thereby adding to the humor for the viewers. I'm sure he's right about all that, and I'll do my best to cooperate. I really want people to enjoy watching me get what I deserve."
"Great. He really did train you well. And I have no problem assuring you will be tortured and kept alive and suffering as long as we can, given our time constraints. But you're hardly special and we do have our limits. It's important that losers like you don't get delusions of relevance. I can also assure you you'll be treated like the piece of shit you truly are.
"Now it sounds like we should finish up your preparations. Do you want to give away what you're wearing? I think the audience would like to see what you really look like."
"Sure," came the response. "What do you want me to do?"
Kevin gestured for Marcus to stand up, and escorted him to a round pedestal that had been brought on stage where the earlier scene had occurred. The two introductory animals had been removed and the stage had been cleaned up while Kevin and Marcus had been chatting.
"Stand here, so people can look at you. And you can hand me your clothes as you take them off. Take your time. We're not in a hurry, and I think we'll all enjoy watching you strip."
Marcus did as instructed. The nice collared shirt came off first, and revealed a very tight undershirt that featured Marcus' well defined chest. The audience became more interested as they anticipated what would be revealed next. They were also impatient, but they were not disappointed when the undershirt was quickly removed. Marcus had a fantastic body. His shoulders, pecks and abs were astonishingly handsome. The audience now began to cheer loudly, calling to Marcus to finish the strip show.
"Hold on, folks," interjected Kevin. "I know there's more to see, and I'm anxious too. But let's make sure we get these shirts into the right hands first."
And with that, Kevin invited members of the audience to bid for the two pieces of clothing. They went quickly. He next had Marcus remove his shoes and socks, so that he was standing bare-chested and barefoot on the pedestal. The shoes and socks were sold off as well.
"Now we can finish the task.
"OK, Marcus, time to show the audience all you've got."
Marcus slowly removed his slacks. This time there was no follow-on. He was not wearing any underwear, so his body was quite naked when he stepped out of them.
That got yet another cheer from the audience, and Kevin was quick to dispose of the trousers. All the attention was now on Marcus' fully exposed masculinity.
Marcus not only had a fantastic upper body, he had a great butt, well formed legs, and a truly impressive set of genitals. He was already rock hard, the prospect of being displayed naked in front of millions of people having turned him on a lot. His cock was huge, but not disproportionate to the rest of his body. It thrust out in front of him, smooth and straight. The balls were also ample, and hung down in a larger than usual scrotum. And, as the pedestal turned, the audience got a good view of Marcus' back and buttocks. Here too he was a wonderful specimen. Marcus was well beyond handsome. He was beautiful.
"Well, Marcus' body speaks for itself. I think we can all see why we accepted his application. This should be a very good segment of tonight's show.
"Marcus, I want you to stay on the pedestal and keep yourself aroused. Is that clear?"
There was a bit more authority in Kevin's admonition, but it didn't affect Marcus. At this point he was very excited, and he nodded agreement. His hands went to his cock, caressing it to assure it stayed hard. He had never had so much attention.
"And now, my wonderful viewers, it's time to introduce my next guest. He's not a loser. He's a major winner, and a friend of the show. So please welcome Marcus' master, Mr. Robert Gray."
The next person to walk out was almost as beautiful as Marcus. And he was almost as young. However, Robert was more of a muscular stud, like Kevin, than a twink like Marcus. He was both tall and powerful in his appearance.
And he was naked, revealing a massive penis that was fully erect and swaying in front of him as he walked. However, he did wear a pair of leather boots. He walked confidently on stage, and went to the couch where Marcus had sat earlier. As Kevin approached the chair, he gestured to Robert to sit, and Robert did so. He also began to stroke his massive cock, casually playing with himself as if oblivious to the millions of viewers. Clearly, like Marcus, Robert enjoyed the attention. But unlike Marcus, Robert enjoyed being in charge.
"Frankly, it's an honor to have you here," said Kevin. "You've sent some wonderful meat our way over the past few years, and I'm really glad to have you on the show in person. And you're obviously quite a stud. I've gotten rather rigid looking at you and Marcus, so let me get a little more comfortable."
With that, Kevin slowly stripped off his leather clothes. He couldn't resist a little sales pitch for the "Loser Leather" line that he had been wearing and that the show promoted, but he didn't dally too long. He knew the audience was anxious for things to get physical.
"Well," started Kevin, now both naked and hard. "You and I have a fun task ahead of us. But why don't' you quickly tell us a little about yourself and how you got Marcus to be aware of his best use before we start? I do think the audience would enjoy a quick history. It's your views that matter, not the meat rotating on the pedestal over there." Kevin pointed at the beautiful young volunteer, who was still obediently massaging his cock and still quite erect as he slowly rotated on the pedestal to reveal ass aspects of his body.
Marcus took no offense. He knew what he was. Robert had explained it all to him many times.
"To start with, I have a deal with some of the local high school principals to alert me to good looking losers who are not going to make it to graduation. The principals make sure they flunk out early on, usually during their first year, and send them my way. When I get hold of them I offer them an alternative - live with me as slaves and provide sexual and other services to make up for their failures.
One of the many companies I own is a male brothel and escort service, so I turn them into obedient young whores. It takes a little training to get the attitude right sometimes, but they always come around.
"I own guys of various ages, but there's more profit in the really young ones. Lots of guys like to use them, and it was a problem for our society for quite a while. But this way, they use boy-meat that is of no value or interest to anyone. They satisfy their urges and no one gets hurt who matters. Also, I don't set any limits, so they can do anything they want to the whores. They just pay a premium if the animal is damaged or killed. I pick up the body, ship it nice and fresh to you guys for processing, and have one of the other whores clean up the mess and continue servicing the customer. So, again, there's no harm done.
"Marcus is obviously a lot better looking than most kids, so I took him into my house for my personal use and that of my guests. It turns out he's not only really pretty, but he's really horny and a natural masochist. So he's been a lot of fun to train and use. For the record, he's been used a lot.
That's no virgin ass we're looking at, and I've enjoyed the training process. I keep him in good shape physically, feed him very healthy dog food, and let the staff play with him whenever they want. I've owned him exactly four years, since he arrived on his 15th birthday. He's gotten so much use it seems time to finish him off, and it seemed more fun to make it his birthday present now that he's just turned 19. After all, it's much more fun to snuff these animals while they're still attractive and their cocks are still functioning well."
"That's a wonderful service you provide. Incidentally, what's Marcus' best sexual trait?" asked Kevin.
"The little fuck will do absolutely anything you want him to do. He really has no limits and no inhibitions. He wasn't kidding when he told you he's turned on by the fact he'll be eaten - he'd like it to be while he's still alive, for that matter. My buddies and I had considered snuffing him ourselves at a private party, which is what we do with the other whores when they're no longer profitable enough, but he seemed too appealing. It would be selfish not to share the fun with your audience."
"We appreciate your consideration. I think he's going to be a hit. And he's gotten even harder as you have described him. His cock is now pointing straight up and there's a little pre-cum."
"Yeah, this will be fun. I do think we should take our time, as I instructed him to say during your interview with him. And I think you'll enjoy how far he can shoot a load of cum. He should do a lot better than that miserable complaining fucker you started the show with. The key is to be sure he's in serous pain with a dick up his ass when he shoots. It has a nice effect on him.
“I usually use a cattle prod on the balls cranked up to full voltage, but you probably have some even better ideas."
"We'll give it our best. As a matter of fact, why don't we go over to the wheel of torture and pick an ending for him? We've removed all the quick deaths like hanging and suffocating, so you can be sure it will be prolonged - like we all want."
"Great. If we do this right, he should last quite a while. I'm pretty horny and anxious to start the fun,"
Robert concurred.
"Me too," agreed Kevin. "I'm sure our audience here and at home is as well. So let's get this show into action."
With that, Robert and Kevin walked over to Marcus, and led him to the other side of the stage. There was a huge wheel that had been brought out, with various "choices" printed on the spokes. It had been modeled after the old
"Wheel of Fortune" but this was a "Wheel of Deaths." There were lots of choices, and Kevin reminded the audience of a few of them.
"OK folks, in just a moment Marcus will spin the wheel to determine what kind of torture we'll inflict for the final part of the snuff. But don't worry; we'll get lots of fun out of him before we finish him off. And there are lots of fun choices for the finale. The wheel could land on vivisecting, instructing us to cut him into little pieces while trying to keep him alive as long as possible.
“Or maybe we'll get to cook him. Here's a fun one (pointing at the wheel) - we might skin him alive. I might like that one, since I need a new coat."
With that introduction, Kevin gestured toward the wheel, and Marcus gave it a spin. The wheel was designed to spin for a while to build suspense, and it did so. It eventually slowed down, and finally stopped. The selection was made and Marcus' fate was sealed. The final torture would be for Marcus to be whipped to death.
"Well," laughed Kevin. "There goes my coat! His skin won't be in any shape to use once we're done. But I really enjoy whipping these worthless pieces of shit like Marcus, so I'll get over it. He's got really beautiful skin, so it will be fun to use the whips to cut into him. He'll be pretty shredded when we're done - and he's done.
"But first, my friend," looking at Robert, "I think we should do a little fucking. Don't you agree?"
"Absolutely," came the reply. Robert had been stroking Marcus as the three were standing on stage. It wasn't a stroke of caring - it was of pure lust. Robert wanted sex, and Marcus was a great sex object.
The three naked males, all fully aroused and obviously horny, now returned to where the coach had been. That set had been replaced during the spinning of the wheel, and it now contained a huge mattress, a table with lots of "tools" for Robert and Kevin to use, and various devices that they could use to restrain and display Marcus. It was a fully equipped torture chamber.
"Since you were kind enough to send Marcus our way, why don't you do the first fuck?" Kevin generously offered.
Robert didn't need a second invitation. He pushed Marcus onto a frame that functioned like a saw-horse, and quickly attached Marcus' wrists and ankles to restrain him. It wasn’t that he thought Marcus would resist, but it added to his sense of power over the boy. The eager young victim was now nicely positioned to be butt fucked, belly side down, arms and legs extended, with his inviting bubble-butt positioned conveniently for the attack. There even were side poles for Robert to use to get better traction as he thrust his huge cock into the helpless target.
There was no foreplay, and Robert was utterly focused on his sexual needs as he pushed his large penis into Marcus and then commenced an intense fucking session. Meanwhile, Kevin went over to Marcus' face and thrust his own cock into that opening. Marcus took it enthusiastically, and showed that he was a very talented and experienced cock sucker. He was now being fucked at both ends, and his own cock was near eruption. But Robert had trained Marcus with some success, and Marcus made sure not to erupt himself unless permitted to do so.
The two executioners took their time, and as the studio and home audiences watched they vigorously used Marcus as a sex toy. Yet, amazingly, they didn't shoot their loads. They were both very disciplined, and they had more fun in mind before giving up heir cum.
After a while, Kevin signaled to Robert and they both withdrew their manhood from Marcus' body. They released Marcus, and ordered him to stand between them.
Meanwhile, Kevin had grabbed a baseball bat and Robert a studded paddle. When Marcus stood, they began to beat him.
The first blows were to the buttocks and the chest. But there were no parts of Marcus' exposed body that were off limits. If a blow to the belly caused internal damage, so what? If Marcus was bruised and no longer quite so pretty, that was part of the idea. And it was particularly satisfying to connect with that spongy pouch of man-flesh that was Marcus' scrotum. Blow after blow hit there, smashing his balls and eliciting animal-like screams of pain.
Marcus collapsed, falling to the ground and writhing in agony from the blows.
But that didn't get him off the hook. In fact, it got worse. Each of his torturers was wearing metal-tipped boots, and now they added kicks to the other blows. Kevin landed a particularly strong kick right on the suffering ball sack, and Marcus fainted from the pain. The audience applauded loudly.
The two muscular studs looked down on their handiwork. It would be a few minutes before Marcus could be revived to continue the entertainment, so they decided to take a break while the veterinarians worked on getting Marcus back to a conscious state. Robert and Kevin caressed each other, kissed, and began a major love-making scene on the cushioned stage. While Marcus had been the prettiest of the three, Kevin and Robert were more masculine and more muscular.
They used their wonderfully formed and fit bodies to excite each other, sucking in a passionate 69, then turning and embracing. Each allowed the other to enter his backside, but it was done with care and affection, not the way they had simply used Marcus as an object. Each brought the other's cock to an even higher degree of excitement with careful attention from mouth and tongue. And each shot several loads of thick man-juice over the other's body. This was a sex scene as good as any porn flick, and the audience was thrilled.
In due course the lovers were alerted that Marcus was once again available. He was now strung up by his hands, feet slightly off the floor, swinging freely.
And, amazingly, he was once again erect. The fucking and beating had actually aroused him even more, and watching the sex show had assured another nice hard-on. But his body showed the bruises from the prior episode, and he was clearly still in pain. So their efforts hadn't been wasted.
"Shall we masturbate him before we get into the rough stuff?" asked Robert.
"You're the expert, but I think the audience would enjoy watching him shoot, and he might not be very functional once I get going on his balls - which are my next target."
"Sure," responded Kevin. "You said he's a pretty good shooter, and I know I'd enjoy the performance. I hate to let him have any pleasure, but I suppose there's no way to avoid it."
"Yeah, there sort of is. I trained him to respond to pain, and he'll usually shoot a good load while I apply electricity to his balls. It took a while to train him, but that was a fun task for me. It doesn't always work, but let's give it a try. Oh yeah, it also helps if there's a big dick up his ass. Interested?"
Kevin didn't need a second invitation. Even though he and Robert had shot several loads, they too were already erect and ready to go again. Kevin stood behind Marcus, and being a bit taller he was able to thrust his large cock straight into the defenseless youth. He wrapped his arms around Marcus' beautiful chest and started pumping.
Meanwhile, Robert had picked up a nearby cattle prod and turned it to full strength. He didn't go immediately for the balls, but started with Marcus' thigh and then his chest. He particularly let it rest on the nipples, which had hardened nicely with Marcus' sexual excitement and were a tempting target. To the satisfaction of the audience, Robert used the probe to essentially burn each nipple, slowly, into oblivion. Marcus was now not quite so pretty, his beautiful nipples replaced by a small stream of dripping blood. Marcus jerked and screamed, but obviously had no recourse. Kevin pumped even harder.
Now Robert turned to his main prey. He placed the charged end of the cattle prod between the little spongy balls nestled in Marcus' dangling sack of manhood. Marcus' scream of pain was barely human. He writhed and jerked in his agony, trying to get away from the source of the pain. But to no avail.
And then Marcus shot his load. Robert had not even touched his cock - Marcus had been set off by the intensity of the pain and the realization of his fate being final that came with having part of his body burned off – the very nipples Robert had always loved to torture. It was a great shot - cum was fired well into the air and across the stage. As the camera recorded the event, several more waves shot from Marcus' gyrating cock. Kevin too unloaded, placing his seed inside the doomed boy.
"That was a great show, Robert." Kevin was clearly impressed. "You did a really good job training this guy. He makes a very entertaining circus animal."
"Thanks. I do think he was one of my better efforts. But now I'm all horny again. Mind if I fuck him?"
And, of course, that was perfectly OK with Kevin and the audience. So Robert took a turn with his own huge cock in Marcus' backside, shortly adding his seed to Kevin's. It would be the last time Marcus would be fucked, just as his orgasm would be his last load of cum.
"I think we're done with his asshole," mused Kevin. "Shall we close it up?"
The torturers considered their options, and then decided that Kevin would focus on the used-up ass while Robert focused on the balls. Robert was quite anxious to remove them, and Kevin was hardly going to object to such an entertaining idea.
Kevin picked up a thick metal poker from the nearby table. The device had a cord, and he plugged it into an outlet. Turning it on, he explained that it would become red hot after it was thrust into Marcus' butt hole and that it would not only cause massive pain but it would literally cook his intestines.
Robert, meanwhile, had focused on a metallic bowl shaped to fit around a guy's scrotum. This, too, was electrified. The idea of this handy toy was to cook the balls while they were still in the sack and attached to the victim' body.
Robert explained that it was also designed to activate the many nerve endings in the scrotum to send pain signals to the brain.
"The cool thing about this little cooker is that it still causes lots of pain even after the balls are nearly cooked and ready to be removed."
It didn't take long for the two torturers to finish their tasks. Kevin thrust the poker up Marcus' ass and generated a torrent of screams of agony. As he slowly removed the instrument, Marcus' ass was sealed, with much of his insides nicely cooked.
But Robert's toy was even more entertaining, since the audience could watch the cooking as it happened. After a while a little light went off and the device let out a "ping" to indicate it was done. As Robert removed it, the two perfectly prepared testicles dropped into his hand. The device had literally cooked away the scrotum, so there was nothing left of it. With his balls removed, Marcus was no longer a functioning male.
"Care for a snack?" offered Robert, holding out one of the trophies. "It's nice and fresh."
"Thanks," replied Kevin, popping the remnant of Marcus' manhood into his mouth while Marcus looked on in fascination.
After their snack, Robert took the lead in finishing off Marcus' genitals. There was still the cock itself to deal with, and they had assured it would remain hard even after the balls were destroyed by tying it off. So it still flopped loosely in front of Marcus. Robert's approach was a bit more dramatic than the electricity they'd used to start the process of turning Marcus from a slave to a serving of meat. He took a small firecracker and stuffed it into the cum slit at the front of the penis. He went slowly so that it would be a bit more dramatic and painful, but he had no trouble getting it in. After all, it hardly mattered if he inflicted permanent damage. He was about to do a lot worse.
Then, with a bit of showmanship, he lit a match and slowly brought it to the fuse of the firecracker. The fuse was somewhat long, so this too took a little time. Marcus continued to watch in horror, understanding what was about to happen.
The firecracker did its job perfectly. There was a loud explosion, and Marcus' cock literally blew apart. There was nothing left of what had been his most prized possessions - his beautiful cock and his impressive balls.
He was now a eunuch. Kevin used a nearby blowtorch to cauterize the opening so he wouldn't bleed to death.
But now it was time for Marcus to die. After all, Robert and Kevin had worked hard and were getting a bit tired. They wanted to save some energy for another fuck-fest after the show, and they were turning each other on as they worked over their mutual victim. Besides, Marcus wasn't nearly as interesting as he had been. He had screamed so much that he really couldn't make any more sounds. His genitals were gone and his asshole was seared shut.
The bruises from his earlier beating took away a bit of the glamour of his young body, as did the lost of his nipples.
Robert and Kevin each selected a whip and began the final task of their entertainment. The wheel had selected whipping as the finale for Marcus, and they honored the selection. Standing on each side of Marcus they began to flog him. There was no place that was not a target, and the whips were designed to draw blood as they lacerated his delicate flesh. Stroke after stroke found its target, and he gyrated nicely in response to the blows.
Both Kevin and Robert were massively turned on by the exercise, and they were eager to finish in order to satisfy their lust for each other. So the strokes got harder and harder.
And, in fairly short order, Marcus stopped reacting. He was now a piece of meat, ready for the butchers to cut him into steaks, chops, and hamburger. His bones and sinews would be fertilizer. And no one would ever remember him.
As Kevin and Robert admired their handiwork and began to suck each other, the camera focused on the dangling carcass. It showed Marcus’ pretty face dropped down on his bleeding chest. It showed the pecks where he had once had nice hard nipples. And it showed where he had once displayed his proud manhood. But as the credits completed their roll across the screen, Marcus was cut down for dissection and sale, and "Thrill Kill Live!" completed yet another successful show.
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By: Gay Slavemeat
The camera began to pan down the inviting flesh of the first participant even before the show's credits began to roll across the screen. The camera revealed nicely formed shoulders, a smooth back, and fairly muscular arms, which were raised above the head. The hands were shackled to the top of a frame, spread-eagling the participant. Below the shoulders the back was slightly shiny, with a thin layer of perspiration causing a reflection on the exposed flesh. Even from the back it was obvious that the participant had a fit, muscular torso. The obliques were solid, and the deltoids showed the results of dedicated workouts. The camera finished its initial journey with a pause at the buttocks. The cameraman knew that the audience would want to view this very enticing feature of the young male animal, and the meat was firm and extremely well shaped. This was the best feature of this particular animal in the view of the director, and he wanted others to enjoy it as he did. His job was not just to film the action as a passive observer for the benefit of the home audience, but to accentuate the most interesting and entertaining aspects of what was underway. He had won many Emmy awards for great camera work, and he was considered the best in the business.
The camera finished its tour of the young male by revealing that the feet were also shackled, so that the participant was nicely secured and spread within a wooden frame. Whatever was in store for him, he was not in any position to resist, and he was fully available and vulnerable.
As the credits rolled, identifying that this was another broadcast of the hit show "Thrill Kill Live!" on the Fox network, and beginning to list the various people who were involved with the show, the camera now focused on the front of the "participant." His face was not overly handsome, but not badly formed. He wore a trim haircut above blue eyes and a thin set of lips. He was now moving in the frame, swaying slightly within the constraints that held him, and he was sweating a lot more.
"Please," he cried. "This is all a mistake. I didn't agree. I was drunk. Let me go. Don't let him do this to me."
The entreaties went on, but no one paid any attention. Even the camera didn't pause for long, and soon worked its way down the front of its target object, showing a decent set of chest muscles and fairly nice abdominals. Nothing was really awesome, but it was all in nice shape and the animal was very much in his physical prime.
As the camera approached the genitals, its view was somewhat blocked. Another face was in the picture now, using his mouth to arouse the shackled complainer.
And he was having the desired effect. The victim's cock was now fully aroused, and his complaints were more ambiguous.
"No, I don't want to cum. I know what will happen. Don't let him do this to me."
The participant's cock put the lie to his protests. As it got more and more attention from the naked young male kneeling in front of it and providing an expert blow job, the cock got more and more hard.
The cameras now split the views into multiple shots. One view focused on the rising cock, with a close-up that included the eager tongue of the kneeling cocksucker and the pre-cum juice that was starting to leak out. Another view was of the cocksucker himself, showing a second well formed young male who was himself both naked and aroused. He was using his free hands to masturbate himself while he used his mouth to arouse his stage companion. Both youth were getting close to orgasm, as revealed by the increase in pre-cum leaking from each hard penis.
A third camera shot was from the back of the victim, between his legs. It got a bit of his balls in the shot, but was mostly focused on the cocksucker, showing his body from the chest down to his cock - sort of an artistic view. And there was even a fourth camera that caught the full scene, including the undulation of the restrained victim as he tried to resist and continued to complain even as he got increasingly aroused.
The credits finished just as the two youth reached climax. The kneeling cocksucker was apparently good at his task, having achieved a nearly simultaneous orgasm. That got a cheer form the studio audience, which up to now had been very still.
But then things got interesting. As the shackled youth shot his load, which traveled a good distance across the stage, his partner struck. He picked up a knife that had not been visible to the audience or the camera, and carefully sliced off the erupting cock. The initial moans of pleasure form the victim instantly turned to creams of agony.
The cocksucker held up his prize for the camera, to the cheers and applause of the audience, and he was clearly pleased with himself. His own cock was finishing its load, which had been aimed effectively at the belly of his victim.
But the cocksucker's satisfaction didn't last. Just as his cock stopped shooting cum, a swishing noise was heard along with the subsiding screams of agony, and an arrow appeared as if out of nowhere. It traveled with utter accuracy and entered the ball sack of the cocksucker. The camera shot from between the legs of the emasculated victim caught the flight of the arrow and its entry into the soft flesh with perfect artistry. The cocksucker was clearly astonished, and even more so when another arrow pierced his chest. He now uttered his own screams, of both agony and shock, as he fell to the ground - bleeding and dying like his companion. The cameras caught all the action, and continued to roll as the two animals writhed in deathly pain and ultimately lay still. The show was now ready to begin.
"Good evening viewers!" welcomed a familiar voice. The camera now revealed a truly handsome young male, who was standing to the side of the stage, looking at the remains of the two naked youth. He was dressed in leather clothing, which fit quite tightly and suggested a very muscular frame and a very generous set of genitals. It was obvious that he had a hard-on under the skin-tight leather pants.
"As you know, unless you just arrived on planet Earth, I'm Kevin Strand and I'm your host and the creator of "Thrill Kill Live!" I hope everyone enjoyed our little opening fun?"
The audience cheered, with thunderous applause. The host was extraordinarily popular, and the opening scene had been well received.
"I want to thank our intro staff for that little vignette. So, how about a round of applause for Johnny and the gang?"
The audience applauded yet again.
"Incidentally, I really liked the look of surprise on the second guy's face when the arrow nailed him in the nuts. Tell me, Johnny, how did you pull that off?"
"Thanks, Kevin. This one was actually kind of fun. The short story is that these two guys were once lovers. But the guy in the frame fell in love with another guy, and the cocksucker wanted revenge. So he got his former lover drunk and tricked him into signing the application to appear on our show. His proposal was that he'd suck off the former lover and then cut off his cock as he shot his last load. He promised that he could get them both off at the same time - which he did. I said that was OK, but he'd have to finish the task before we finished the credits. If not, we could do whatever we felt like to either of them. The idiot agreed. We had done a little background research on each of them, and they were both clear losers. So, we just ran the credits a little faster than usual, he missed his timing, and we got him right in the balls. The chest shot was just to make sure he died quickly enough to not slow down the show. These are decent looking participants, but obviously nothing special in either case. But now they've at least provided a little entertainment - a few minutes is all they're worth - and we'll get some use out of the bodies. As always, the studio audience is welcome to buy some fresh treats during commercials. And they can cut them off themselves once we get the carcasses strung up, or have our cooks do it for them. The bodies are also available for anyone who’d like to fuck them. We’ll even film that for a small fee and post it on our web site if you want."
Johnny's explanation of the story and the joke on the dead cocksucker got another round of applause, and a little laughter. A couple of audience members ducked out to get the first choice on the fresh treats, and a few others did the same in order to get in the fucking before the bodies cooled too much. Tricking losers into agreeing to be killed on the show was a part of the show's culture and yet another reason it was so popular. Recycling the dead losers as snacks was part of the show's commitment to not wasting anything and further enhanced its profits. The treats were not cheap, and the fee for fucking the dead bodies wasn’t small.
"Well done, as always," complemented Kevin. "But now we have a much better looking loser for us to process. Let's welcome tonight's featured solo participant. Here's Marcus."
A young male walked onto the stage, and shook hands with Kevin. Kevin led him to a couch and chair that were set up on stage, and they both sat down.
Kevin was in the chair, with Marcus on the couch. Marcus was very neatly dressed, wearing a collared shirt, nice slacks, and dress shoes. He had a thoroughly clean-cut appearance. His face was striking in its beauty. He was at least movie star quality, and the audience approved, anxious to see events develop.
Marcus' arrival was greeted with a polite round of applause.
"Don't worry, Marcus," Kevin explained as they settled in. "That wasn't much of a welcome, but the audience will get a lot more enthusiastic in a while once we start working you over. But let's start by getting to know you a little bit.
Why don't you tell me what you do, how old you are, and why you decided to apply to be on our show in order to get tortured and snuffed in front of all our millions of viewers?"
Marcus was obviously nervous, but he rose to the occasion.
"Well, I'm 19 years old as of today, and I am a sex slave. I flunked out of high school during my first year, and my master was kind enough to let me live in his home. In return, I agreed that he would own me and I'd do whatever he wanted me to do. I have had a few jobs here and there that he arranged, but I'm not really good at much. As I've watched your show over the years, I realized I'm one of the losers you process. Since I'm not going anywhere in life, I figured I'd at least provide other people with some entertainment, and maybe finally add a little value. It won't pay for what was wasted on me trying to get me educated, but at least it's something."
"That's really well said, Marcus. And it's pretty perceptive. A lot of young guys don't realize they're losers until later in life, and then they're not interesting enough to be on the show. We still process them in our meat factories, but there isn't much entertainment value. You're doing this at a nice young age when everyone can enjoy watching you suffer and be humiliated physically and sexually. This should be a lot of fun for everyone. You're right that you're still a waste, and we have no doubt of your status as a real loser - we've checked - but at least it's something. If you do a good job being turned into a slab of meat, you can take satisfaction in the fact millions of people will have been entertained and amused."
"That's my hope. I will try to do everything you tell me to do. My master agreed that it was time to dispose of me, and I don't want to disappoint him."
"That's very important," counseled Kevin. "Have you been able to provide him any value at all? It sounds like he's owned you for about 4 years."
"He has. I was just 15 when I flunked out and was sent to him by the principal. He is in his early twenties, and likes very young males, so one thing I did was to provide him sexual service. He also rented me to other guys who would use me however they wanted. So I'm sure he made money off me, which is good. And the other guys seemed to enjoy fucking me and using me as a sex toy or a urinal or whatever.
Probably the only real good I did, however, was shortly after I left school. The principal wanted to make an example of me for the other kids, and my master agreed. So I returned to school to tell them what had happened, and how I had become a sex slave and a whore. They made me do it standing naked in front of the class, and everyone laughed at me. As I described some of the things other guys did when they rented me, I am afraid I got aroused and developed an erection. So the class laughed even harder. Then they made me kneel down in front of my former teacher and suck him off. After that, some of the guys on the football team were invited to administer some punishment, and they hit me until I passed out. I think they fucked me while I was unconscious, since I was pretty sore in my ass when I finally woke up. They had just let me lie on the floor passed out for the rest of the class.
So, maybe some other kids worked harder to stay in school. But it actually seemed like a few flunked out on purpose to be able to satisfy their sexual desires, since there were several more in my master's harem within a few weeks after I was presented to the class. I guess I blew that too."
"Yeah," Kevin responded. "Even by the low standards of the kinds of animals we snuff on the show, it sounds like you'd be a loser among losers. But at least you'll be dead soon and you won't be a burden any more.
"Do you have all your affairs in order? We don't want to leave any lose ends, after all."
"Yeah, it didn't amount to much. I gave away what little I owned to my master years ago. He's the one that helped me realize this is the best choice for a guy like me. And I understand you guys take care of disposing of the body. So all I've got left are the clothes I'm wearing."
"Excellent. We do take care of the bodies, and you don't have to worry. We are very environmentally conscious, and nothing will go to waste. Depending on what happens to your cock and balls during the session, they are sometimes sold as souvenirs. If your skin isn't damaged too much, we use it to make leather clothing, and we have our own line of designer togs made from the flesh of the guys we snuff, which are very popular. That's what I'm wearing, for example. Our studio audience gets to choose the best cuts of your meat from what's left, and we turn the rest of you into hamburger and bone meal for fertilizer. There will be nothing left. And everyone will soon forget you ever existed, which is just as well.
"That sounds good. I especially hope people find me good to eat. Having other guys eat me is a sexual fantasy I've developed as I've been used over the past few years. My master has kept me very trim, so I should be a nice lean source of protean, for what that's worth."
"That's right," confirmed Kevin. "It sounds like your master coached you really well. Obviously someone like you couldn't have figured that out all on your own."
"Oh, no. I really owe him. He helped me a lot."
"That sure sounds right to me. But there's one last question to ask. Have you given some thought to how you think we should kill you? Your opinion is irrelevant of course, but we usually find it amusing and every now and then someone adds an aspect to the torture that we like. So we're always curious to know."
"Well, once again my master roommate has helped me on this. I know it's a question you always ask, so I asked him what he thought. And he told me that I should stress that I don't deserve a quick death. So things like hangings and strangling don't seem appropriate. I should suffer for as long a time as you have on the show for this segment, so that I can provide as much amusement to the audience as possible. I'm not vain enough to think I'd deserve something that lasts beyond the show, like a crucifixion, but I shouldn't be let off too easily or quickly.
Also, my master stressed that I should be humiliated. I know I'll get sodomized and pissed on, since that's pretty standard. But he thinks I deserve to be thoroughly debased, making me understand how worthless I am and thereby adding to the humor for the viewers. I'm sure he's right about all that, and I'll do my best to cooperate. I really want people to enjoy watching me get what I deserve."
"Great. He really did train you well. And I have no problem assuring you will be tortured and kept alive and suffering as long as we can, given our time constraints. But you're hardly special and we do have our limits. It's important that losers like you don't get delusions of relevance. I can also assure you you'll be treated like the piece of shit you truly are.
"Now it sounds like we should finish up your preparations. Do you want to give away what you're wearing? I think the audience would like to see what you really look like."
"Sure," came the response. "What do you want me to do?"
Kevin gestured for Marcus to stand up, and escorted him to a round pedestal that had been brought on stage where the earlier scene had occurred. The two introductory animals had been removed and the stage had been cleaned up while Kevin and Marcus had been chatting.
"Stand here, so people can look at you. And you can hand me your clothes as you take them off. Take your time. We're not in a hurry, and I think we'll all enjoy watching you strip."
Marcus did as instructed. The nice collared shirt came off first, and revealed a very tight undershirt that featured Marcus' well defined chest. The audience became more interested as they anticipated what would be revealed next. They were also impatient, but they were not disappointed when the undershirt was quickly removed. Marcus had a fantastic body. His shoulders, pecks and abs were astonishingly handsome. The audience now began to cheer loudly, calling to Marcus to finish the strip show.
"Hold on, folks," interjected Kevin. "I know there's more to see, and I'm anxious too. But let's make sure we get these shirts into the right hands first."
And with that, Kevin invited members of the audience to bid for the two pieces of clothing. They went quickly. He next had Marcus remove his shoes and socks, so that he was standing bare-chested and barefoot on the pedestal. The shoes and socks were sold off as well.
"Now we can finish the task.
"OK, Marcus, time to show the audience all you've got."
Marcus slowly removed his slacks. This time there was no follow-on. He was not wearing any underwear, so his body was quite naked when he stepped out of them.
That got yet another cheer from the audience, and Kevin was quick to dispose of the trousers. All the attention was now on Marcus' fully exposed masculinity.
Marcus not only had a fantastic upper body, he had a great butt, well formed legs, and a truly impressive set of genitals. He was already rock hard, the prospect of being displayed naked in front of millions of people having turned him on a lot. His cock was huge, but not disproportionate to the rest of his body. It thrust out in front of him, smooth and straight. The balls were also ample, and hung down in a larger than usual scrotum. And, as the pedestal turned, the audience got a good view of Marcus' back and buttocks. Here too he was a wonderful specimen. Marcus was well beyond handsome. He was beautiful.
"Well, Marcus' body speaks for itself. I think we can all see why we accepted his application. This should be a very good segment of tonight's show.
"Marcus, I want you to stay on the pedestal and keep yourself aroused. Is that clear?"
There was a bit more authority in Kevin's admonition, but it didn't affect Marcus. At this point he was very excited, and he nodded agreement. His hands went to his cock, caressing it to assure it stayed hard. He had never had so much attention.
"And now, my wonderful viewers, it's time to introduce my next guest. He's not a loser. He's a major winner, and a friend of the show. So please welcome Marcus' master, Mr. Robert Gray."
The next person to walk out was almost as beautiful as Marcus. And he was almost as young. However, Robert was more of a muscular stud, like Kevin, than a twink like Marcus. He was both tall and powerful in his appearance.
And he was naked, revealing a massive penis that was fully erect and swaying in front of him as he walked. However, he did wear a pair of leather boots. He walked confidently on stage, and went to the couch where Marcus had sat earlier. As Kevin approached the chair, he gestured to Robert to sit, and Robert did so. He also began to stroke his massive cock, casually playing with himself as if oblivious to the millions of viewers. Clearly, like Marcus, Robert enjoyed the attention. But unlike Marcus, Robert enjoyed being in charge.
"Frankly, it's an honor to have you here," said Kevin. "You've sent some wonderful meat our way over the past few years, and I'm really glad to have you on the show in person. And you're obviously quite a stud. I've gotten rather rigid looking at you and Marcus, so let me get a little more comfortable."
With that, Kevin slowly stripped off his leather clothes. He couldn't resist a little sales pitch for the "Loser Leather" line that he had been wearing and that the show promoted, but he didn't dally too long. He knew the audience was anxious for things to get physical.
"Well," started Kevin, now both naked and hard. "You and I have a fun task ahead of us. But why don't' you quickly tell us a little about yourself and how you got Marcus to be aware of his best use before we start? I do think the audience would enjoy a quick history. It's your views that matter, not the meat rotating on the pedestal over there." Kevin pointed at the beautiful young volunteer, who was still obediently massaging his cock and still quite erect as he slowly rotated on the pedestal to reveal ass aspects of his body.
Marcus took no offense. He knew what he was. Robert had explained it all to him many times.
"To start with, I have a deal with some of the local high school principals to alert me to good looking losers who are not going to make it to graduation. The principals make sure they flunk out early on, usually during their first year, and send them my way. When I get hold of them I offer them an alternative - live with me as slaves and provide sexual and other services to make up for their failures.
One of the many companies I own is a male brothel and escort service, so I turn them into obedient young whores. It takes a little training to get the attitude right sometimes, but they always come around.
"I own guys of various ages, but there's more profit in the really young ones. Lots of guys like to use them, and it was a problem for our society for quite a while. But this way, they use boy-meat that is of no value or interest to anyone. They satisfy their urges and no one gets hurt who matters. Also, I don't set any limits, so they can do anything they want to the whores. They just pay a premium if the animal is damaged or killed. I pick up the body, ship it nice and fresh to you guys for processing, and have one of the other whores clean up the mess and continue servicing the customer. So, again, there's no harm done.
"Marcus is obviously a lot better looking than most kids, so I took him into my house for my personal use and that of my guests. It turns out he's not only really pretty, but he's really horny and a natural masochist. So he's been a lot of fun to train and use. For the record, he's been used a lot.
That's no virgin ass we're looking at, and I've enjoyed the training process. I keep him in good shape physically, feed him very healthy dog food, and let the staff play with him whenever they want. I've owned him exactly four years, since he arrived on his 15th birthday. He's gotten so much use it seems time to finish him off, and it seemed more fun to make it his birthday present now that he's just turned 19. After all, it's much more fun to snuff these animals while they're still attractive and their cocks are still functioning well."
"That's a wonderful service you provide. Incidentally, what's Marcus' best sexual trait?" asked Kevin.
"The little fuck will do absolutely anything you want him to do. He really has no limits and no inhibitions. He wasn't kidding when he told you he's turned on by the fact he'll be eaten - he'd like it to be while he's still alive, for that matter. My buddies and I had considered snuffing him ourselves at a private party, which is what we do with the other whores when they're no longer profitable enough, but he seemed too appealing. It would be selfish not to share the fun with your audience."
"We appreciate your consideration. I think he's going to be a hit. And he's gotten even harder as you have described him. His cock is now pointing straight up and there's a little pre-cum."
"Yeah, this will be fun. I do think we should take our time, as I instructed him to say during your interview with him. And I think you'll enjoy how far he can shoot a load of cum. He should do a lot better than that miserable complaining fucker you started the show with. The key is to be sure he's in serous pain with a dick up his ass when he shoots. It has a nice effect on him.
“I usually use a cattle prod on the balls cranked up to full voltage, but you probably have some even better ideas."
"We'll give it our best. As a matter of fact, why don't we go over to the wheel of torture and pick an ending for him? We've removed all the quick deaths like hanging and suffocating, so you can be sure it will be prolonged - like we all want."
"Great. If we do this right, he should last quite a while. I'm pretty horny and anxious to start the fun,"
Robert concurred.
"Me too," agreed Kevin. "I'm sure our audience here and at home is as well. So let's get this show into action."
With that, Robert and Kevin walked over to Marcus, and led him to the other side of the stage. There was a huge wheel that had been brought out, with various "choices" printed on the spokes. It had been modeled after the old
"Wheel of Fortune" but this was a "Wheel of Deaths." There were lots of choices, and Kevin reminded the audience of a few of them.
"OK folks, in just a moment Marcus will spin the wheel to determine what kind of torture we'll inflict for the final part of the snuff. But don't worry; we'll get lots of fun out of him before we finish him off. And there are lots of fun choices for the finale. The wheel could land on vivisecting, instructing us to cut him into little pieces while trying to keep him alive as long as possible.
“Or maybe we'll get to cook him. Here's a fun one (pointing at the wheel) - we might skin him alive. I might like that one, since I need a new coat."
With that introduction, Kevin gestured toward the wheel, and Marcus gave it a spin. The wheel was designed to spin for a while to build suspense, and it did so. It eventually slowed down, and finally stopped. The selection was made and Marcus' fate was sealed. The final torture would be for Marcus to be whipped to death.
"Well," laughed Kevin. "There goes my coat! His skin won't be in any shape to use once we're done. But I really enjoy whipping these worthless pieces of shit like Marcus, so I'll get over it. He's got really beautiful skin, so it will be fun to use the whips to cut into him. He'll be pretty shredded when we're done - and he's done.
"But first, my friend," looking at Robert, "I think we should do a little fucking. Don't you agree?"
"Absolutely," came the reply. Robert had been stroking Marcus as the three were standing on stage. It wasn't a stroke of caring - it was of pure lust. Robert wanted sex, and Marcus was a great sex object.
The three naked males, all fully aroused and obviously horny, now returned to where the coach had been. That set had been replaced during the spinning of the wheel, and it now contained a huge mattress, a table with lots of "tools" for Robert and Kevin to use, and various devices that they could use to restrain and display Marcus. It was a fully equipped torture chamber.
"Since you were kind enough to send Marcus our way, why don't you do the first fuck?" Kevin generously offered.
Robert didn't need a second invitation. He pushed Marcus onto a frame that functioned like a saw-horse, and quickly attached Marcus' wrists and ankles to restrain him. It wasn’t that he thought Marcus would resist, but it added to his sense of power over the boy. The eager young victim was now nicely positioned to be butt fucked, belly side down, arms and legs extended, with his inviting bubble-butt positioned conveniently for the attack. There even were side poles for Robert to use to get better traction as he thrust his huge cock into the helpless target.
There was no foreplay, and Robert was utterly focused on his sexual needs as he pushed his large penis into Marcus and then commenced an intense fucking session. Meanwhile, Kevin went over to Marcus' face and thrust his own cock into that opening. Marcus took it enthusiastically, and showed that he was a very talented and experienced cock sucker. He was now being fucked at both ends, and his own cock was near eruption. But Robert had trained Marcus with some success, and Marcus made sure not to erupt himself unless permitted to do so.
The two executioners took their time, and as the studio and home audiences watched they vigorously used Marcus as a sex toy. Yet, amazingly, they didn't shoot their loads. They were both very disciplined, and they had more fun in mind before giving up heir cum.
After a while, Kevin signaled to Robert and they both withdrew their manhood from Marcus' body. They released Marcus, and ordered him to stand between them.
Meanwhile, Kevin had grabbed a baseball bat and Robert a studded paddle. When Marcus stood, they began to beat him.
The first blows were to the buttocks and the chest. But there were no parts of Marcus' exposed body that were off limits. If a blow to the belly caused internal damage, so what? If Marcus was bruised and no longer quite so pretty, that was part of the idea. And it was particularly satisfying to connect with that spongy pouch of man-flesh that was Marcus' scrotum. Blow after blow hit there, smashing his balls and eliciting animal-like screams of pain.
Marcus collapsed, falling to the ground and writhing in agony from the blows.
But that didn't get him off the hook. In fact, it got worse. Each of his torturers was wearing metal-tipped boots, and now they added kicks to the other blows. Kevin landed a particularly strong kick right on the suffering ball sack, and Marcus fainted from the pain. The audience applauded loudly.
The two muscular studs looked down on their handiwork. It would be a few minutes before Marcus could be revived to continue the entertainment, so they decided to take a break while the veterinarians worked on getting Marcus back to a conscious state. Robert and Kevin caressed each other, kissed, and began a major love-making scene on the cushioned stage. While Marcus had been the prettiest of the three, Kevin and Robert were more masculine and more muscular.
They used their wonderfully formed and fit bodies to excite each other, sucking in a passionate 69, then turning and embracing. Each allowed the other to enter his backside, but it was done with care and affection, not the way they had simply used Marcus as an object. Each brought the other's cock to an even higher degree of excitement with careful attention from mouth and tongue. And each shot several loads of thick man-juice over the other's body. This was a sex scene as good as any porn flick, and the audience was thrilled.
In due course the lovers were alerted that Marcus was once again available. He was now strung up by his hands, feet slightly off the floor, swinging freely.
And, amazingly, he was once again erect. The fucking and beating had actually aroused him even more, and watching the sex show had assured another nice hard-on. But his body showed the bruises from the prior episode, and he was clearly still in pain. So their efforts hadn't been wasted.
"Shall we masturbate him before we get into the rough stuff?" asked Robert.
"You're the expert, but I think the audience would enjoy watching him shoot, and he might not be very functional once I get going on his balls - which are my next target."
"Sure," responded Kevin. "You said he's a pretty good shooter, and I know I'd enjoy the performance. I hate to let him have any pleasure, but I suppose there's no way to avoid it."
"Yeah, there sort of is. I trained him to respond to pain, and he'll usually shoot a good load while I apply electricity to his balls. It took a while to train him, but that was a fun task for me. It doesn't always work, but let's give it a try. Oh yeah, it also helps if there's a big dick up his ass. Interested?"
Kevin didn't need a second invitation. Even though he and Robert had shot several loads, they too were already erect and ready to go again. Kevin stood behind Marcus, and being a bit taller he was able to thrust his large cock straight into the defenseless youth. He wrapped his arms around Marcus' beautiful chest and started pumping.
Meanwhile, Robert had picked up a nearby cattle prod and turned it to full strength. He didn't go immediately for the balls, but started with Marcus' thigh and then his chest. He particularly let it rest on the nipples, which had hardened nicely with Marcus' sexual excitement and were a tempting target. To the satisfaction of the audience, Robert used the probe to essentially burn each nipple, slowly, into oblivion. Marcus was now not quite so pretty, his beautiful nipples replaced by a small stream of dripping blood. Marcus jerked and screamed, but obviously had no recourse. Kevin pumped even harder.
Now Robert turned to his main prey. He placed the charged end of the cattle prod between the little spongy balls nestled in Marcus' dangling sack of manhood. Marcus' scream of pain was barely human. He writhed and jerked in his agony, trying to get away from the source of the pain. But to no avail.
And then Marcus shot his load. Robert had not even touched his cock - Marcus had been set off by the intensity of the pain and the realization of his fate being final that came with having part of his body burned off – the very nipples Robert had always loved to torture. It was a great shot - cum was fired well into the air and across the stage. As the camera recorded the event, several more waves shot from Marcus' gyrating cock. Kevin too unloaded, placing his seed inside the doomed boy.
"That was a great show, Robert." Kevin was clearly impressed. "You did a really good job training this guy. He makes a very entertaining circus animal."
"Thanks. I do think he was one of my better efforts. But now I'm all horny again. Mind if I fuck him?"
And, of course, that was perfectly OK with Kevin and the audience. So Robert took a turn with his own huge cock in Marcus' backside, shortly adding his seed to Kevin's. It would be the last time Marcus would be fucked, just as his orgasm would be his last load of cum.
"I think we're done with his asshole," mused Kevin. "Shall we close it up?"
The torturers considered their options, and then decided that Kevin would focus on the used-up ass while Robert focused on the balls. Robert was quite anxious to remove them, and Kevin was hardly going to object to such an entertaining idea.
Kevin picked up a thick metal poker from the nearby table. The device had a cord, and he plugged it into an outlet. Turning it on, he explained that it would become red hot after it was thrust into Marcus' butt hole and that it would not only cause massive pain but it would literally cook his intestines.
Robert, meanwhile, had focused on a metallic bowl shaped to fit around a guy's scrotum. This, too, was electrified. The idea of this handy toy was to cook the balls while they were still in the sack and attached to the victim' body.
Robert explained that it was also designed to activate the many nerve endings in the scrotum to send pain signals to the brain.
"The cool thing about this little cooker is that it still causes lots of pain even after the balls are nearly cooked and ready to be removed."
It didn't take long for the two torturers to finish their tasks. Kevin thrust the poker up Marcus' ass and generated a torrent of screams of agony. As he slowly removed the instrument, Marcus' ass was sealed, with much of his insides nicely cooked.
But Robert's toy was even more entertaining, since the audience could watch the cooking as it happened. After a while a little light went off and the device let out a "ping" to indicate it was done. As Robert removed it, the two perfectly prepared testicles dropped into his hand. The device had literally cooked away the scrotum, so there was nothing left of it. With his balls removed, Marcus was no longer a functioning male.
"Care for a snack?" offered Robert, holding out one of the trophies. "It's nice and fresh."
"Thanks," replied Kevin, popping the remnant of Marcus' manhood into his mouth while Marcus looked on in fascination.
After their snack, Robert took the lead in finishing off Marcus' genitals. There was still the cock itself to deal with, and they had assured it would remain hard even after the balls were destroyed by tying it off. So it still flopped loosely in front of Marcus. Robert's approach was a bit more dramatic than the electricity they'd used to start the process of turning Marcus from a slave to a serving of meat. He took a small firecracker and stuffed it into the cum slit at the front of the penis. He went slowly so that it would be a bit more dramatic and painful, but he had no trouble getting it in. After all, it hardly mattered if he inflicted permanent damage. He was about to do a lot worse.
Then, with a bit of showmanship, he lit a match and slowly brought it to the fuse of the firecracker. The fuse was somewhat long, so this too took a little time. Marcus continued to watch in horror, understanding what was about to happen.
The firecracker did its job perfectly. There was a loud explosion, and Marcus' cock literally blew apart. There was nothing left of what had been his most prized possessions - his beautiful cock and his impressive balls.
He was now a eunuch. Kevin used a nearby blowtorch to cauterize the opening so he wouldn't bleed to death.
But now it was time for Marcus to die. After all, Robert and Kevin had worked hard and were getting a bit tired. They wanted to save some energy for another fuck-fest after the show, and they were turning each other on as they worked over their mutual victim. Besides, Marcus wasn't nearly as interesting as he had been. He had screamed so much that he really couldn't make any more sounds. His genitals were gone and his asshole was seared shut.
The bruises from his earlier beating took away a bit of the glamour of his young body, as did the lost of his nipples.
Robert and Kevin each selected a whip and began the final task of their entertainment. The wheel had selected whipping as the finale for Marcus, and they honored the selection. Standing on each side of Marcus they began to flog him. There was no place that was not a target, and the whips were designed to draw blood as they lacerated his delicate flesh. Stroke after stroke found its target, and he gyrated nicely in response to the blows.
Both Kevin and Robert were massively turned on by the exercise, and they were eager to finish in order to satisfy their lust for each other. So the strokes got harder and harder.
And, in fairly short order, Marcus stopped reacting. He was now a piece of meat, ready for the butchers to cut him into steaks, chops, and hamburger. His bones and sinews would be fertilizer. And no one would ever remember him.
As Kevin and Robert admired their handiwork and began to suck each other, the camera focused on the dangling carcass. It showed Marcus’ pretty face dropped down on his bleeding chest. It showed the pecks where he had once had nice hard nipples. And it showed where he had once displayed his proud manhood. But as the credits completed their roll across the screen, Marcus was cut down for dissection and sale, and "Thrill Kill Live!" completed yet another successful show.
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