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Let me finish you off
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I stepped out of the gym into the locker room. I will never get over the intoxicating aroma of chlorine, cum, and stale sweet sweat-stained clothing that permeates the air here. I had been executioner at Terminal Academy for 1 year and 47 days. I gratefully looked forward to every day.
The cadets at the Academy ranged in age from freshmen in high school to seniors in college. I enjoyed my work for so many reasons, most especially because I was surrounded daily by young men. We worked them hard, so that they each developed a handsome body to be proud of. Generally, we had excellent students, no matter how bad a guy was on the outside, he would be a model citizen at the Academy. If a punk acted up, either the other students would beat or snuff him, or I got him.
In the new millennium there was zero tolerance for screw-up kids. If a student in school couldn’t follow the rules and make exceptional grades, then he or she was purged from society before reaching reproductive age, then the Academy trained him. We were given the authority by law to use an “Anything goes” disciplinary system. Any means we found necessary to train our students was acceptable: physical and psychological methods, torture, even the death penalty was used at a moment’s notice without appeal. Each instructor here was qualified as a judge and jury. I am the lone executioner.
As far as the families of our students were concerned, they were told that their son’s hearts and other organs were harvested for transplantation under anesthesia. The body was recycled for the good of our orderly society.
The public never discussed Terminal Academy by law. The first lesson that we taught every new student is that he is an expendable resource, a living-breathing food source. Screw up even once, and any student could be served as the main course for dinner.
When a student was terminated we made sure that the other students knew who was being served for dinner and why. The chef would display the head of the main course on a pole or platter outside the dining hall. The underclassmen would be given the organ meats like the brain, liver and kidneys. The faculty and varsity students were given prime slices of muscle that chef roasted to perfection. The bones and odd bits of meat made soup. Every morsel of tender succulent flesh was used.
By tradition, the executioner was served a hearty slab of steak garnished with the cock and balls. It gave most students genuine excitement to know that I would someday eat his cock and balls for a dinner appetizer. We made a point of serving these tasty jewels in the main dining hall so that the students could watch and hear, as I would crunch a fresh raw savory nut between my teeth. It was all part of an incredibly effective discipline process.
If a youth were physically perfect and mentally disciplined, I choose a select few to reintroduce into society each year to serve as adult sex servants. They were sold to the highest bidders to pay our operating expenses. Every student in the academy strove to attain physical perfection and model behavior, hoping to graduate from the rigors of the academy into this life of luxury.
What the students didn’t know is that by law, the sales contract required that a sex slave be executed within ten years of his sale date or by his 35th birthday. This was to avoid adding to the carefully controlled population. Medical research had stretched the human life span to hundreds of years. Nobody had to age past the age of thirty unless they chose to do so. Almost every new person born into this world was doomed to extermination by the age of 25. Low intelligence children were exterminated by age seven. Only the intellectually gifted were spared termination in childhood. Some of the more intelligent and attractive male teenagers were allowed to live into early adulthood to become sex servants for our orderly society. This need lead to the creation of Terminal Academy.
All incoming students were processed using a computerized simulator that implanted vivid memories into the mind of the new students. Old memories of living in free society were erased. Around the time that the student turned sixteen the student was brought to the Academy. Here our technologists caused the youth to vividly experience all the power and lust of committing a rape and murdering the victim. It was all completely real to the mind of the student, up to the moment he strangled his victim and repeatedly fucked the corpse. To the student it was all real, even the moment he was convicted to life imprisonment. They never questioned their fate as they were convicted by the computer simulated judge and jury.
Once the youth was incarcerated, the Academy started the long slow process of nurturing his body and mind to become the most highly valued snuff slave on the planet.
We emphasized discipline and body development. Our graduates developed the finest bodies on the planet. A young man trained by the Academy would do anything to please his master, especially if that required painful self-destruction. Because each of our graduates had to die young by law, each young male was given a death wish as our computer processed him. All of our students were given neural pathways that made them secretly yearn to be used as sex objects and food. That was the ultimate dream and source of happiness for each and every one. This readily would happen for the average student while here at the Academy.
The elite few who were to be auctioned would one day beg their owners to snuff them in the most exotically erotic ways. The owner was required to comply by law. It was the one thing that would cause a slave to utterly cum to death; even if that meant being skinned alive or gutted alive or having his heart slowly cut out. This was the one item of self-determination left to the student. They each choose a uniquely painful death as a gateway to ultimate pleasure.
I administer discipline for most of the day. When I took on this additional job as a disciplinarian, I knew I would be good at putting the students through some pain. We punished the upperclassmen at random if a junior cadet was out of line. As a result, hazing of new recruits was brutal and frequently fatal. Each year the older students tortured and killed the least desirable of the incoming students, just to prove the importance of respect for the upper class men. That was part of the price of maintaining order. The unlucky student would be neatly gutted alive by the other students and left in the kitchen on ice for chef to serve. Even if a student behaved perfectly, the other guys would weed out any unpopular or physically unfit/unattractive students. As a rule, by the time a student reached the age of 23 or 25 he would be eliminated by the other students. It made for a steady supply of tender young meat (which chef cooked to perfection). Only the exceptional survived the selection process.
Of course not all punishment was lethal. The students maintained order through a complex system of hazing rituals. The Academy recorded everything and any major hazing was reviewed by me to make sure the punishment matched the crime. Physical punishments ranged from spanking to the rack. However, the floggings, I loved most. Flawless, smooth, muscle-cut, toned flesh was slightly torn by the crack of a whip. The scars were a badge of honor amongst students. I savored such moments. The toughest students learned to eroticize the experience. These guys hoped to be whipped until orgasm, or death. There was a flogging scheduled for later today.
I looked at my watch. Well, staff aerobics got out about 45 minutes ago, so morning PE would be over in 15 minutes. I hurried to get dressed, because the students report for discipline after their showers, instead of going to breakfast.
As I was getting dressed, a young man walked to a locker near mine. He was a sight...a smooth lean angular face with high-set cheekbones and a strong jaw line. He had perfect muscle definition, like a gymnast attains except he was tall. His body was beautifully tanned and entirely smooth below the neck except for a perfect golden patch above his cock. He was a swimmer no doubt. He had sun-bleached blonde hair and deep blue eyes. I was very happy when the bath towel around his waist found alternative employment drying his hair. He had well-defined muscular legs, a high tight dimpled ass, and a relaxed pale uncut cock that hung fat and heavy. His balls were large, low hung and naturally smooth like his torso.
I took my time to study him. I knew he enjoyed the attention when we made eye contact. Instead of turning away, he just stared back and smiled warmly. He knew I wanted him, and he wanted me as much, maybe more. The meat between his legs gave away his interest. Soon he was half erect, and very impressively hanging at about 8". I yearned to see that thing full hard.
Then it dawned on me to speak.
"Are you my new assistant?"
"Huh?"
I introduced myself, "I'm Captain Mitchell, the Dean of Student Discipline. I'm expecting a new assistant this week, are you my guy?"
"Uh, no... I'm... I'm... I'm Ryan, Ryan Davies, reporting for discipline today."
"Oh. You're here early. Cutting classes is not the best strategy for avoiding my whip." I said.
"No, the coach asked me go early, to give you extra time with me."
I made a mental note to thank coach Kelly. "Ah, how considerate. What was your offense?"
"I got caught.” He blushed beet red. “Caught with my head between the legs of a fellow cadet.…” His voice faltered then continued, “Scott Thomas, the captain of the water polo team caught us just as Pete Olsen pumped a huge load all over my face. There was no way to hide what had just happened. Scott said he would not tell the team if we sucked his cock and I turned myself in to you. So here I am.”
I had to hold my breath to keep from laughing hysterically at this boy’s careless choice of words. But inside, I was smiling, because I knew that for the next 60 days three beautiful bodies were mine.
"Sexual activity in the barracks? Homosexual conduct with other students? Ryan! Pity son, you won't be able to sit, much less make it to the auction block!” A slave like Ryan would have brought top dollar.
"Yes sir, I understand the rule book says 60 paddle strokes per day for the next 60 days. I am prepared for that." He said with determination and desire. The precum glistening at the end of his perfect cock head gave away his real desire.
I grabbed him and pulled him down over my lap. He wanted his punishment and didn’t struggle a bit. I felt his fat uncut cock thrum to full hardness, naked against my leg as I slowly paddled his muscular smooth pale white cheeks. This was too good to be true! My cock was instantly hard and snaked out of my shorts until it glided up against his smooth tight belly. I said to him softly, "The rules were NOT so lenient in my day. Many of my classmates were slowly hanged for sucking cock. We would all gather to watch as their naked writhing bodies would gently swing until each cock exploded with death cum."
His breath came in ragged gasps as I graphically described the erotic death throes of my teenaged lovers. We humped on each other, sharing our warmth and hard muscles.
"I do have a confession to make though," the buck-naked cadet mumbled between grimaces.
"Are you sure you want to do that?"
"Yeah sir. It has been bothering my conscience something fierce. Oh, that hurts good! Please! Oh! Don’t stop!!!"
I caressed his sweaty pink cheeks and swatted him even harder.
"Be careful! Remember that I'm the disciplinarian and executioner, not the counselor. If you admit anything to me, and it’s a crime, I must carry out the punishment. It is my duty to you, to the school and to society." My leg was sloppy wet with his precum. I kept up the pace and intensity as he vigorously humped my leg.
"I know. I know." He said between gasps of pain and pleasure.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I want whatever I have coming. I can take it sir, whatever it is."
"Go ahead then, tell me."
"Well, I lied about the age of the other cadet when we were caught. He was a college freshman, and so Ryan assumed he was 18. He believed me. He didn't know that Pete and I started schooling a year early."
"I didn't hear that! Don't mention it again!!!" Whatever he believed in his mind, I knew that he and Pete were well past 18 years of age. I let him believe he was younger. He was programmed to think it. I could not change his beliefs if I tried. Yet I wanted to keep him as my personal slave and assistant.
I throttled his neck as hard as I could to silence him. He grunted sweetly as I squeezed with all my strength until his thick cock exploded with cum that trickled down my calf. My cock sprayed his taut belly with my hot cum.
I released his neck and held him there admiring the beauty of his lean smooth torso as I gently massaged him. His breathing resumed with a sudden gasp and he regained consciousness. I turned him over in my lap.
"Thank you sir, I needed my conscience to be clear."
"Son, sex with a minor is not punishable with the paddle, even if you are a minor also."
"With the whip?" he gasped hopefully.
"No son. The punishment is death. You have reported a capital offense. Chef rightfully should serve me your cock and balls tonight on a silver platter!!!" I reached down and held his warm tender cum soaked bits in my hand and waited for his reaction.
He was rigid for a moment, and then flaccid in my arms. It was as if he had been struck by lightening. He turned very pale, and lost his breath. I held his naked body in my arms, like a baby. He sobbed as he buried his angelic face in my shoulder as his cock attained ultimate hardness. So he declared his desire. This was his death wish, to die for me.
I comforted him and stroked his head. "Don't worry Ryan, it was an innocent mistake, you clearly didn't know the consequences of your actions." I leaned close him, and whispered, "And while I never got caught, when I was a 16 year old cadet, many young men sucked their first dick on their knees between my legs and only some were hanged for tasting my cum. That’s what happens at an all boys’ school. Just take back your confession. This can be our secret." I hoped beyond reason to talk him out of his aroused fatal desire.
He swallowed hard, confused by his death wish and intense desire to live. He was young and vibrant. Barely could he satisfy his enormous sexual desires. Yet all he thought about now was giving up his life to me. He closed his eyes and looked tormented as if he were thinking hard about his screwed up life and the choice that I had offered him. Then he nodded silently to himself, and looked me in the eye. "No, no more secrets. I can’t live with that. If death is what I have earned then I submit to you. I must be served as your dinner. My flesh is yours to consume."
Foolishly and selfishly I tried to convince him to live. "Ryan, don't be stupid. You are young. You should enjoy living at least two more years before you are harvested. It is not your time." I tried to reason with him.
"No, fair is fair, you warned me. I owe it to all the cadets who were disciplined before me, to all your dead classmates." He wiped my cum from his torso and tasted it. He smiled “At least they died for a good cause. He finished the rest and leisurely sucked a second hefty load from my balls. I didn’t stop him. As much as I would enjoy him as my assistant and personal sex slave, the thought of hanging his perfect body put me over the edge quickly as I thought of chewing his tasty cum filled balls.
He stood and touched his neck, imagining his fate. He said with determination. "Well, I guess I have an appointment ... with your rope."
"Ryan, you don’t have to die. I can make you my assistant."
"Please don't try to say no man. I need to die for you. I want you to feed on my flesh. But if you won't hang me, Scott will have already told the water polo team what I did. If they catch me, they will gladly gut me slowly and chop my living body up into tender morsels for chef to make swimmer stew. I can imagine the glory of being hacked to bits alive by the varsity squad. They will completely rape and mutilate me as they eat my raw living flesh.
“Besides, I did know the penalty all along. I knew it then, and I know it now. I want to die for you and the team! All I dream of at night is my team mates feasting on my flesh. Now I want you to eat me! Make me be part of you please!!!" He was shaking and sweating. His dick was hard again.
“Take my life! It is what I deserve and God, the thought of that makes me wild horny. Enjoy the act of my death like you never have before!!! I will savor every sensation as I part from this body. Then eat me! My flesh is tender and moist!!! I have worked hard to be able to please you, so let me give my life to you sir!”
I thought to myself, “So be it. If this angel is going to destroy himself it would be on my terms.”
"As you wish Ryan..I will eat you."
I knew he was not going to change his mind, he would never beg for forgiveness.
He swallowed dry saliva and said, "Lets go, get this over with. I can't stand the waiting."
I walked him out of the locker room, and across the walk to the Chamber of Discipline. The staff in the hall-way were not surprised to see me escorting a naked cadet, as all punishments required the cadet to be undressed, plus many of the older cadets who may happen to be well-endowed will take any opportunity to display their manhood in the halls, and thus embarrass the underclassmen without even uttering a word.
The gallows was in the back of the chamber, and since I rarely used it more than twice a day, it was clean and ready. I took my time as I walked him up the stairs. Several men were being paddled or stretched on the rack about now, as it had been quite some time since our conversation started. Needless to say, when they saw me heading for the back of the room with this prize stallion, all turned to watch, disciplinarians included. While Ryan couldn't see his audience, he had been here before, and he knew his execution would be witnessed by many, standing room only. He shook with anticipation of living out his fantasy. He walked proudly, because he knew that his would be one of the finest bodies ever served to these students.
When I was a cadet, boys sentenced to die were kept in the brig until there were enough to fill all the nooses on a 5-man gallows. This could take up to a month, as there were only 10,000 students in the Academy at the time. However, for any offence that required an immediate response, the vacancies had to be filled by any means, and so the weakest freshmen would be chosen randomly to complete the quintet of five. Many times, it was, for the "extras" so chosen, their first orgasm.
The drop was made artificially short, sometimes none, to extend the life of the cadet, and thus better impress the message of discipline to the students. (Executions were performed in front of the entire student body at the time.)
However, it seemed that all the students focused on was the massive orgasm had by the dying. This lead to an extremely large number of accidental autoerotic strangulations and suicides, to the point where the chef would process the corpses of even as many as ten cadets per week who had hung themselves and each other in their barracks. The installation of security cameras put a temporary end to the problem.
The problem was almost controlled by making the actual execution semi-private with only a few student witnesses, but this was not quite enough. Finally it was decided that a long-drop, while less satisfying to the victim, would be less enticing to the students. It was a good trade-off.
I began to bind the condemned student, first his wrists, then the meaty arms. Finally came the noose. I ensured that the cameras and computer recording system that we use for a permanent record were operating properly.
I then went over to Ryan.
I whispered in his ear, "Was he worth it?"
He answered, "If I could live my life over again, I wouldn't change one thing to avoid meeting you, to get me off this gallows. I loved all the sweet cum of my friends. Am I allowed a last request? I need to taste Pete’s cum one last time before I hang. Can you bring him here?"
I looked at the incident record and saw his name. Pete would be in the showers after gym. I had him brought. His discipline was scheduled next anyway.
Pete looked excited to see his lover, even after he saw Ryan was wearing the noose. I made Pete undress and gave Ryan enough slack to be able to get to him. Then I retreated to the shadows to watch. They said nothing. They knew what was in store for each of them. I was giving them a final chance to taste each other.
They took it. In a flash Pete was rock hard and oozing precum. None of his precious liquor was wasted. Ryan was an expert cocksucker. Pete fucked Ryan’s face naturally, like he had done it a thousand times. They were both in heaven to be together. Pete’s lean torso flexed forward and back as he slipped his hefty shaft in and out of Ryan’s hungry lips. I gripped the rope steadily as I watched Pete’s angelic facial expression build towards climax. He was soon hot and sweaty and ready to blast off. Suddenly he groaned and thrust deep down, flooding Ryan’s mouth and throat with spurt after spurt of sweet tasty cream. Ryan was rock hard and leaking precum madly. His last wish was almost fulfilled. He let Pete’s shaft slip out of his mouth and standing up, hugged and kissed him goodbye.
I pulled the rope firmly, until Ryan stood up high and proud, balancing his meaty torso on perfectly formed feet and smooth legs. I held him there a moment to admire his beauty, and then I gave one more good tug and gently hoisted him into thin air
Instantly Ryan was in Nirvana. True, Ryan should have felt pain, from the rope cutting into his neck, from lack of air. But he was realizing his ultimate erotic fantasy. His life-long desire was satisfied knowing that he was about to feed his team and me. Ryan vividly imagined the sound of his fresh balls popping and crunching in my mouth. Pete was entranced as he watched Ryan’s excitement build. Pete’s cock was rock hard as I strapped him face up on the guillotine. He grooved to the sound of gasping and gurgling as Ryan slowly asphyxiated and felt his climax building. Pete could imagine nothing better than his balls being served on the same platter as his hot lover.
Ryan had amazing stamina. He took over twenty minutes to die. Watching him, it seemed those were the best twenty minutes of his life. I let Pete suck me the whole while as we watched, entranced by Ryan’s athletic death dance. His perfect body struggled to survive, rippled with hunger to breathe. His smooth tan writhing body dripped with sweat and grew weaker and weaker as his cock grew blue, harder and larger, until Ryan sucked in one last gasp of air. The eyes in his head rolled up hard as Ryan surrendered his life! Ryan Jones spilled his sweet death cum over the two of us as I pounded my wad into the slender neck of his lover under the guillotine blade.
Pete tasted my cum and arched his back gracefully as his own spunk sailed high. I released the guillotine blade as his cum splattered onto the dropping blade. His body jerked ever so slightly as the blade thumped across his slender neck.
I raised the blade quickly to see and feel the jets of blood expelled from his tender neck onto my loins. I picked up his head and looked into eyes full of blissed out wonder and pleasure. I kissed him deeply, sucking my cream from his mouth and throat. His tongue quivered against mine in ecstasy until the light faded from his sexy blue eyes.
Scott Thomas, the swim team captain, arrived at dinner just as chef carried out a silver platter bearing the two handsome fresh heads, four raw pale white orbs and two juicy cocks. The cock flesh was slow cooked to tender perfection and protruded from each mouth, like an obscenely long tongue. The testicles were served raw on ice. I asked Scott to join me.
I offered some of the tasty flesh from Ryan and Pete. At 23 years of age Thomas was at the top of the list to be auctioned. He and Ryan would have set record sale prices at the auction block. But now I knew in my heart that a renegade boy like him could never be released into open society. He watched with desire as he saw the look of satisfaction as I chewed the exquisitely cooked tender head of Ryan’s penis. His eyes darted quickly from Ryan’s handsome staring eyes to my eyes.
I slipped a raw nut between Scott’s hungry lips and we ate Ryan slowly. Scott closed his eyes as Ryan’s juices exploded over his tongue. Scott’s mind was flooded with the insane pungent freshness of Ryan’s sperm. He chewed slowly as beads of sweat formed on his smooth handsome brow. Scott’s mind reeled as he took in the cum-satisfied expression on Ryan’s lifeless face. Scott had shot off many times with Ryan after swim team practice. The team circle jerk was a daily ritual. Ryan had a huge cock that could shoot a thick wad of cum as far as any guy on the team, even Scott. Now Scott was eating Ryan’s fresh raw nut.
Scott savored the sweet flavor of the jock nut and was filled with an overwhelming feeling, a deep startling need that took him by surprise, flooding his consciousness with its intensity. The blood rushed to his head and loins. He wanted more than anything to feed the students in the room with his own lean flesh. He wanted the coaches and students to consume him. His breathing grew ragged and quick as he became more aroused and determined with every bite. He swallowed Ryan’s nut and licked his lips.
He looked me in the eye and said, “Ryan was good, but I have balls that are bigger and even sweeter than these! I want you to have them sir. My cock too! All of me, here and now! I offer you my life and my flesh!!!”
His eyes met mine and I let him see the hunger that I felt for his jock flesh. Bodies like his were rare, even in a school like ours. He would be beyond delicious! I could not stop myself from tasting him with my eyes.
He was offering his body as my dinner, and I so wanted his heavy balls! I nodded yes as I gave the OK to the chef to sacrifice him.
The students watched in greedy anticipation as the chef wheeled his massive chopping block into the dining hall. They knew what was about to happen, for they had seen this scene play out many times before. Each of the students felt a sick rush of lust and envy. Scott slowly removed all of his clothing for me. Each muscle on his lean tanned body rippled as he peeled away each article of clothing. He stood before me in all his breathless naked glory. His thick cock was uncut and rock hard. He had the body of an elite athlete. All of him was a golden chestnut brown, up to his pale white ass. Thick blue veins swelled over his fragrant pale cock shaft. He pulled the pale hood of his uncut penis down to reveal the moist pink head where a thick drop of precum was straining to drip onto the floor.
The chef stepped back into the shadows. All eyes were on Scott as the aroused athlete approached me from behind. I pretended to ignore him as he did his best to arouse me. He rubbed his hard body over me from behind and kissed me softly. His touch was electric, and I was instantly hard. He got onto his knees and turned my chair to face him. Slowly he liberated my shaft from my clothing and began to lick and suck me. His mouth was silky smooth and his throat was tight as his tongue wrapped around my shaft. He swallowed me expertly. His mouth was fantastic! He buried his nose deep in my crotch and took a deep whiff of the aroma of my musk mingled with the scent of the boys whom I had executed before dinner. The fresh scent of Ryan and Pete drove him wild. He took my shaft even deeper into his gullet as he cleansed me of their wild scent.
He brought me to the brink of climax then he calmly asked me to fuck his face as chef butchered him. He flipped onto his back and scooted his body to the edge of the table. There was a groove cut into the table top for his shoulders to nest in. His head looked up at me as he opened his mouth wide to accept my cock.
I slapped his smooth rosy cheeks with my hard shaft. He flexed and smiled in a cocky satisfied way as the swim team students took their places all around the table to hold him down. His hard cock dripped precum over his hard six-pack belly.
He opened his mouth and said, “Fuck my face, hard! Please take me now!!! I want you to feel my cum as I am chopped to pieces!” If this was his death wish then I could hardly refuse…!
He took me effortlessly to the depth of his smooth shaved throat as he surrendered his life. He had almost no gag reflex. His sexy Adam’s apple rose and fell as I fucked his handsome face. The chef directed the students as he prepared to start his work. The students eagerly felt the lean muscular body that they would soon feed on. I admired the perfectly defined torso one last time as he flexed each delicious muscle for me! I rammed my cock into him and felt his throat massage my shaft as chef split his smooth ball sack down the middle. He enjoyed every sting of the knife as it ripped into his sac. His pale white balls were exposed now. They drew up tight on their cords.
This was his moment to ride the wave of ecstasy. I made him last, fucking his tight throat so slowly. From the way he jiggled on my cock, everyone watching knew that he loved every moment. A puddle of precum dripped from his hard cock and was growing.
The chef raised his axe high and slammed it down across the right arm. A little blood spurted from the stump, but the greedy students quickly squeezed the arm stump to stop the bleeding. They wanted this to last as long as possible, for their pleasure and his.
We all watched his face as the intense sensations from his arm stump filled his mind. Normally a human would scream in horrible pain at the loss of an arm. But this moment was his ultimate cum fantasy. His handsome face told the whole story as the first orgasm hit. Suddenly he arched his back and sprayed thick cum all over his smooth torso onto my belly. A thick glob hit the root of my cock, and he greedily licked it off of me. Them I pushed my cock hard down his throat depriving him of breath as chef forcefully chopped off the other arm. He groaned in deep pleasure as once again his cock spurted cum.
I could feel the vibrations from his bones breaking as chef removed each arm. The students cheered him on as his blue ribbon hard cock sprayed an even larger load of cum. He sucked me ever more frantically as he felt his body being destroyed.
What should have been a gruesome torture gave him his ultimate pleasure. He sucked me with love and devotion as I slowly edged him further and further towards his death. His Adam’s apple throbbed with each thrust of my cock as I rammed into him.
Chef used his best carving knife to cut deep into the flesh just below each hip. Scott’s torso clenched intensely has Scott enjoyed the pain of the knife cutting down to bone. Once chef could see bone he quickly sawed through the shaft of each femur. Scott sighed as he watched his meaty legs being lifted away. He could already hear and smell the wonderful scent of his arms roasting on the grill. Again and again his thick cock sprayed cum over his body.
Chef smiled at me as he stroked Scott’s shaft with one hand. The other hand slipped a fillet knife into the smooth six-pack belly. The students released their grip on the four stumps as chef ripped the blade up towards Scott’s ribcage. A last massive spurt of cum issued from his cock as chef reached inside the body cavity and ripped the glistening intestines out.
Chef removed Scott’s balls and severed the handsome cock at its base.
Chef handed me his blade for the final cut. My cock vibrated with the energy of the moment as I slashed the blade across his throat as his heart was ripped out of his body. His whole torso started to jolt on my cock, making me cum as the last spurts of watery cum shot from the cock stump. I pulled my dripping meat from his angelic lips and anointed his cheeks with my seed. I grabbed his head firmly with my hands and twisted his lean neck as it broke. He smiled for me and his lips said, “Thank you, thank you!” over and over as I carved his neck in two. I held his head in my hands as his eyes snapped opened one last time and then rolled deep into their sockets. His face smiled blissful and satisfied as the chef handed me a plate of fresh swimmer nuts on ice.
The cadets at the Academy ranged in age from freshmen in high school to seniors in college. I enjoyed my work for so many reasons, most especially because I was surrounded daily by young men. We worked them hard, so that they each developed a handsome body to be proud of. Generally, we had excellent students, no matter how bad a guy was on the outside, he would be a model citizen at the Academy. If a punk acted up, either the other students would beat or snuff him, or I got him.
In the new millennium there was zero tolerance for screw-up kids. If a student in school couldn’t follow the rules and make exceptional grades, then he or she was purged from society before reaching reproductive age, then the Academy trained him. We were given the authority by law to use an “Anything goes” disciplinary system. Any means we found necessary to train our students was acceptable: physical and psychological methods, torture, even the death penalty was used at a moment’s notice without appeal. Each instructor here was qualified as a judge and jury. I am the lone executioner.
As far as the families of our students were concerned, they were told that their son’s hearts and other organs were harvested for transplantation under anesthesia. The body was recycled for the good of our orderly society.
The public never discussed Terminal Academy by law. The first lesson that we taught every new student is that he is an expendable resource, a living-breathing food source. Screw up even once, and any student could be served as the main course for dinner.
When a student was terminated we made sure that the other students knew who was being served for dinner and why. The chef would display the head of the main course on a pole or platter outside the dining hall. The underclassmen would be given the organ meats like the brain, liver and kidneys. The faculty and varsity students were given prime slices of muscle that chef roasted to perfection. The bones and odd bits of meat made soup. Every morsel of tender succulent flesh was used.
By tradition, the executioner was served a hearty slab of steak garnished with the cock and balls. It gave most students genuine excitement to know that I would someday eat his cock and balls for a dinner appetizer. We made a point of serving these tasty jewels in the main dining hall so that the students could watch and hear, as I would crunch a fresh raw savory nut between my teeth. It was all part of an incredibly effective discipline process.
If a youth were physically perfect and mentally disciplined, I choose a select few to reintroduce into society each year to serve as adult sex servants. They were sold to the highest bidders to pay our operating expenses. Every student in the academy strove to attain physical perfection and model behavior, hoping to graduate from the rigors of the academy into this life of luxury.
What the students didn’t know is that by law, the sales contract required that a sex slave be executed within ten years of his sale date or by his 35th birthday. This was to avoid adding to the carefully controlled population. Medical research had stretched the human life span to hundreds of years. Nobody had to age past the age of thirty unless they chose to do so. Almost every new person born into this world was doomed to extermination by the age of 25. Low intelligence children were exterminated by age seven. Only the intellectually gifted were spared termination in childhood. Some of the more intelligent and attractive male teenagers were allowed to live into early adulthood to become sex servants for our orderly society. This need lead to the creation of Terminal Academy.
All incoming students were processed using a computerized simulator that implanted vivid memories into the mind of the new students. Old memories of living in free society were erased. Around the time that the student turned sixteen the student was brought to the Academy. Here our technologists caused the youth to vividly experience all the power and lust of committing a rape and murdering the victim. It was all completely real to the mind of the student, up to the moment he strangled his victim and repeatedly fucked the corpse. To the student it was all real, even the moment he was convicted to life imprisonment. They never questioned their fate as they were convicted by the computer simulated judge and jury.
Once the youth was incarcerated, the Academy started the long slow process of nurturing his body and mind to become the most highly valued snuff slave on the planet.
We emphasized discipline and body development. Our graduates developed the finest bodies on the planet. A young man trained by the Academy would do anything to please his master, especially if that required painful self-destruction. Because each of our graduates had to die young by law, each young male was given a death wish as our computer processed him. All of our students were given neural pathways that made them secretly yearn to be used as sex objects and food. That was the ultimate dream and source of happiness for each and every one. This readily would happen for the average student while here at the Academy.
The elite few who were to be auctioned would one day beg their owners to snuff them in the most exotically erotic ways. The owner was required to comply by law. It was the one thing that would cause a slave to utterly cum to death; even if that meant being skinned alive or gutted alive or having his heart slowly cut out. This was the one item of self-determination left to the student. They each choose a uniquely painful death as a gateway to ultimate pleasure.
I administer discipline for most of the day. When I took on this additional job as a disciplinarian, I knew I would be good at putting the students through some pain. We punished the upperclassmen at random if a junior cadet was out of line. As a result, hazing of new recruits was brutal and frequently fatal. Each year the older students tortured and killed the least desirable of the incoming students, just to prove the importance of respect for the upper class men. That was part of the price of maintaining order. The unlucky student would be neatly gutted alive by the other students and left in the kitchen on ice for chef to serve. Even if a student behaved perfectly, the other guys would weed out any unpopular or physically unfit/unattractive students. As a rule, by the time a student reached the age of 23 or 25 he would be eliminated by the other students. It made for a steady supply of tender young meat (which chef cooked to perfection). Only the exceptional survived the selection process.
Of course not all punishment was lethal. The students maintained order through a complex system of hazing rituals. The Academy recorded everything and any major hazing was reviewed by me to make sure the punishment matched the crime. Physical punishments ranged from spanking to the rack. However, the floggings, I loved most. Flawless, smooth, muscle-cut, toned flesh was slightly torn by the crack of a whip. The scars were a badge of honor amongst students. I savored such moments. The toughest students learned to eroticize the experience. These guys hoped to be whipped until orgasm, or death. There was a flogging scheduled for later today.
I looked at my watch. Well, staff aerobics got out about 45 minutes ago, so morning PE would be over in 15 minutes. I hurried to get dressed, because the students report for discipline after their showers, instead of going to breakfast.
As I was getting dressed, a young man walked to a locker near mine. He was a sight...a smooth lean angular face with high-set cheekbones and a strong jaw line. He had perfect muscle definition, like a gymnast attains except he was tall. His body was beautifully tanned and entirely smooth below the neck except for a perfect golden patch above his cock. He was a swimmer no doubt. He had sun-bleached blonde hair and deep blue eyes. I was very happy when the bath towel around his waist found alternative employment drying his hair. He had well-defined muscular legs, a high tight dimpled ass, and a relaxed pale uncut cock that hung fat and heavy. His balls were large, low hung and naturally smooth like his torso.
I took my time to study him. I knew he enjoyed the attention when we made eye contact. Instead of turning away, he just stared back and smiled warmly. He knew I wanted him, and he wanted me as much, maybe more. The meat between his legs gave away his interest. Soon he was half erect, and very impressively hanging at about 8". I yearned to see that thing full hard.
Then it dawned on me to speak.
"Are you my new assistant?"
"Huh?"
I introduced myself, "I'm Captain Mitchell, the Dean of Student Discipline. I'm expecting a new assistant this week, are you my guy?"
"Uh, no... I'm... I'm... I'm Ryan, Ryan Davies, reporting for discipline today."
"Oh. You're here early. Cutting classes is not the best strategy for avoiding my whip." I said.
"No, the coach asked me go early, to give you extra time with me."
I made a mental note to thank coach Kelly. "Ah, how considerate. What was your offense?"
"I got caught.” He blushed beet red. “Caught with my head between the legs of a fellow cadet.…” His voice faltered then continued, “Scott Thomas, the captain of the water polo team caught us just as Pete Olsen pumped a huge load all over my face. There was no way to hide what had just happened. Scott said he would not tell the team if we sucked his cock and I turned myself in to you. So here I am.”
I had to hold my breath to keep from laughing hysterically at this boy’s careless choice of words. But inside, I was smiling, because I knew that for the next 60 days three beautiful bodies were mine.
"Sexual activity in the barracks? Homosexual conduct with other students? Ryan! Pity son, you won't be able to sit, much less make it to the auction block!” A slave like Ryan would have brought top dollar.
"Yes sir, I understand the rule book says 60 paddle strokes per day for the next 60 days. I am prepared for that." He said with determination and desire. The precum glistening at the end of his perfect cock head gave away his real desire.
I grabbed him and pulled him down over my lap. He wanted his punishment and didn’t struggle a bit. I felt his fat uncut cock thrum to full hardness, naked against my leg as I slowly paddled his muscular smooth pale white cheeks. This was too good to be true! My cock was instantly hard and snaked out of my shorts until it glided up against his smooth tight belly. I said to him softly, "The rules were NOT so lenient in my day. Many of my classmates were slowly hanged for sucking cock. We would all gather to watch as their naked writhing bodies would gently swing until each cock exploded with death cum."
His breath came in ragged gasps as I graphically described the erotic death throes of my teenaged lovers. We humped on each other, sharing our warmth and hard muscles.
"I do have a confession to make though," the buck-naked cadet mumbled between grimaces.
"Are you sure you want to do that?"
"Yeah sir. It has been bothering my conscience something fierce. Oh, that hurts good! Please! Oh! Don’t stop!!!"
I caressed his sweaty pink cheeks and swatted him even harder.
"Be careful! Remember that I'm the disciplinarian and executioner, not the counselor. If you admit anything to me, and it’s a crime, I must carry out the punishment. It is my duty to you, to the school and to society." My leg was sloppy wet with his precum. I kept up the pace and intensity as he vigorously humped my leg.
"I know. I know." He said between gasps of pain and pleasure.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I want whatever I have coming. I can take it sir, whatever it is."
"Go ahead then, tell me."
"Well, I lied about the age of the other cadet when we were caught. He was a college freshman, and so Ryan assumed he was 18. He believed me. He didn't know that Pete and I started schooling a year early."
"I didn't hear that! Don't mention it again!!!" Whatever he believed in his mind, I knew that he and Pete were well past 18 years of age. I let him believe he was younger. He was programmed to think it. I could not change his beliefs if I tried. Yet I wanted to keep him as my personal slave and assistant.
I throttled his neck as hard as I could to silence him. He grunted sweetly as I squeezed with all my strength until his thick cock exploded with cum that trickled down my calf. My cock sprayed his taut belly with my hot cum.
I released his neck and held him there admiring the beauty of his lean smooth torso as I gently massaged him. His breathing resumed with a sudden gasp and he regained consciousness. I turned him over in my lap.
"Thank you sir, I needed my conscience to be clear."
"Son, sex with a minor is not punishable with the paddle, even if you are a minor also."
"With the whip?" he gasped hopefully.
"No son. The punishment is death. You have reported a capital offense. Chef rightfully should serve me your cock and balls tonight on a silver platter!!!" I reached down and held his warm tender cum soaked bits in my hand and waited for his reaction.
He was rigid for a moment, and then flaccid in my arms. It was as if he had been struck by lightening. He turned very pale, and lost his breath. I held his naked body in my arms, like a baby. He sobbed as he buried his angelic face in my shoulder as his cock attained ultimate hardness. So he declared his desire. This was his death wish, to die for me.
I comforted him and stroked his head. "Don't worry Ryan, it was an innocent mistake, you clearly didn't know the consequences of your actions." I leaned close him, and whispered, "And while I never got caught, when I was a 16 year old cadet, many young men sucked their first dick on their knees between my legs and only some were hanged for tasting my cum. That’s what happens at an all boys’ school. Just take back your confession. This can be our secret." I hoped beyond reason to talk him out of his aroused fatal desire.
He swallowed hard, confused by his death wish and intense desire to live. He was young and vibrant. Barely could he satisfy his enormous sexual desires. Yet all he thought about now was giving up his life to me. He closed his eyes and looked tormented as if he were thinking hard about his screwed up life and the choice that I had offered him. Then he nodded silently to himself, and looked me in the eye. "No, no more secrets. I can’t live with that. If death is what I have earned then I submit to you. I must be served as your dinner. My flesh is yours to consume."
Foolishly and selfishly I tried to convince him to live. "Ryan, don't be stupid. You are young. You should enjoy living at least two more years before you are harvested. It is not your time." I tried to reason with him.
"No, fair is fair, you warned me. I owe it to all the cadets who were disciplined before me, to all your dead classmates." He wiped my cum from his torso and tasted it. He smiled “At least they died for a good cause. He finished the rest and leisurely sucked a second hefty load from my balls. I didn’t stop him. As much as I would enjoy him as my assistant and personal sex slave, the thought of hanging his perfect body put me over the edge quickly as I thought of chewing his tasty cum filled balls.
He stood and touched his neck, imagining his fate. He said with determination. "Well, I guess I have an appointment ... with your rope."
"Ryan, you don’t have to die. I can make you my assistant."
"Please don't try to say no man. I need to die for you. I want you to feed on my flesh. But if you won't hang me, Scott will have already told the water polo team what I did. If they catch me, they will gladly gut me slowly and chop my living body up into tender morsels for chef to make swimmer stew. I can imagine the glory of being hacked to bits alive by the varsity squad. They will completely rape and mutilate me as they eat my raw living flesh.
“Besides, I did know the penalty all along. I knew it then, and I know it now. I want to die for you and the team! All I dream of at night is my team mates feasting on my flesh. Now I want you to eat me! Make me be part of you please!!!" He was shaking and sweating. His dick was hard again.
“Take my life! It is what I deserve and God, the thought of that makes me wild horny. Enjoy the act of my death like you never have before!!! I will savor every sensation as I part from this body. Then eat me! My flesh is tender and moist!!! I have worked hard to be able to please you, so let me give my life to you sir!”
I thought to myself, “So be it. If this angel is going to destroy himself it would be on my terms.”
"As you wish Ryan..I will eat you."
I knew he was not going to change his mind, he would never beg for forgiveness.
He swallowed dry saliva and said, "Lets go, get this over with. I can't stand the waiting."
I walked him out of the locker room, and across the walk to the Chamber of Discipline. The staff in the hall-way were not surprised to see me escorting a naked cadet, as all punishments required the cadet to be undressed, plus many of the older cadets who may happen to be well-endowed will take any opportunity to display their manhood in the halls, and thus embarrass the underclassmen without even uttering a word.
The gallows was in the back of the chamber, and since I rarely used it more than twice a day, it was clean and ready. I took my time as I walked him up the stairs. Several men were being paddled or stretched on the rack about now, as it had been quite some time since our conversation started. Needless to say, when they saw me heading for the back of the room with this prize stallion, all turned to watch, disciplinarians included. While Ryan couldn't see his audience, he had been here before, and he knew his execution would be witnessed by many, standing room only. He shook with anticipation of living out his fantasy. He walked proudly, because he knew that his would be one of the finest bodies ever served to these students.
When I was a cadet, boys sentenced to die were kept in the brig until there were enough to fill all the nooses on a 5-man gallows. This could take up to a month, as there were only 10,000 students in the Academy at the time. However, for any offence that required an immediate response, the vacancies had to be filled by any means, and so the weakest freshmen would be chosen randomly to complete the quintet of five. Many times, it was, for the "extras" so chosen, their first orgasm.
The drop was made artificially short, sometimes none, to extend the life of the cadet, and thus better impress the message of discipline to the students. (Executions were performed in front of the entire student body at the time.)
However, it seemed that all the students focused on was the massive orgasm had by the dying. This lead to an extremely large number of accidental autoerotic strangulations and suicides, to the point where the chef would process the corpses of even as many as ten cadets per week who had hung themselves and each other in their barracks. The installation of security cameras put a temporary end to the problem.
The problem was almost controlled by making the actual execution semi-private with only a few student witnesses, but this was not quite enough. Finally it was decided that a long-drop, while less satisfying to the victim, would be less enticing to the students. It was a good trade-off.
I began to bind the condemned student, first his wrists, then the meaty arms. Finally came the noose. I ensured that the cameras and computer recording system that we use for a permanent record were operating properly.
I then went over to Ryan.
I whispered in his ear, "Was he worth it?"
He answered, "If I could live my life over again, I wouldn't change one thing to avoid meeting you, to get me off this gallows. I loved all the sweet cum of my friends. Am I allowed a last request? I need to taste Pete’s cum one last time before I hang. Can you bring him here?"
I looked at the incident record and saw his name. Pete would be in the showers after gym. I had him brought. His discipline was scheduled next anyway.
Pete looked excited to see his lover, even after he saw Ryan was wearing the noose. I made Pete undress and gave Ryan enough slack to be able to get to him. Then I retreated to the shadows to watch. They said nothing. They knew what was in store for each of them. I was giving them a final chance to taste each other.
They took it. In a flash Pete was rock hard and oozing precum. None of his precious liquor was wasted. Ryan was an expert cocksucker. Pete fucked Ryan’s face naturally, like he had done it a thousand times. They were both in heaven to be together. Pete’s lean torso flexed forward and back as he slipped his hefty shaft in and out of Ryan’s hungry lips. I gripped the rope steadily as I watched Pete’s angelic facial expression build towards climax. He was soon hot and sweaty and ready to blast off. Suddenly he groaned and thrust deep down, flooding Ryan’s mouth and throat with spurt after spurt of sweet tasty cream. Ryan was rock hard and leaking precum madly. His last wish was almost fulfilled. He let Pete’s shaft slip out of his mouth and standing up, hugged and kissed him goodbye.
I pulled the rope firmly, until Ryan stood up high and proud, balancing his meaty torso on perfectly formed feet and smooth legs. I held him there a moment to admire his beauty, and then I gave one more good tug and gently hoisted him into thin air
Instantly Ryan was in Nirvana. True, Ryan should have felt pain, from the rope cutting into his neck, from lack of air. But he was realizing his ultimate erotic fantasy. His life-long desire was satisfied knowing that he was about to feed his team and me. Ryan vividly imagined the sound of his fresh balls popping and crunching in my mouth. Pete was entranced as he watched Ryan’s excitement build. Pete’s cock was rock hard as I strapped him face up on the guillotine. He grooved to the sound of gasping and gurgling as Ryan slowly asphyxiated and felt his climax building. Pete could imagine nothing better than his balls being served on the same platter as his hot lover.
Ryan had amazing stamina. He took over twenty minutes to die. Watching him, it seemed those were the best twenty minutes of his life. I let Pete suck me the whole while as we watched, entranced by Ryan’s athletic death dance. His perfect body struggled to survive, rippled with hunger to breathe. His smooth tan writhing body dripped with sweat and grew weaker and weaker as his cock grew blue, harder and larger, until Ryan sucked in one last gasp of air. The eyes in his head rolled up hard as Ryan surrendered his life! Ryan Jones spilled his sweet death cum over the two of us as I pounded my wad into the slender neck of his lover under the guillotine blade.
Pete tasted my cum and arched his back gracefully as his own spunk sailed high. I released the guillotine blade as his cum splattered onto the dropping blade. His body jerked ever so slightly as the blade thumped across his slender neck.
I raised the blade quickly to see and feel the jets of blood expelled from his tender neck onto my loins. I picked up his head and looked into eyes full of blissed out wonder and pleasure. I kissed him deeply, sucking my cream from his mouth and throat. His tongue quivered against mine in ecstasy until the light faded from his sexy blue eyes.
Scott Thomas, the swim team captain, arrived at dinner just as chef carried out a silver platter bearing the two handsome fresh heads, four raw pale white orbs and two juicy cocks. The cock flesh was slow cooked to tender perfection and protruded from each mouth, like an obscenely long tongue. The testicles were served raw on ice. I asked Scott to join me.
I offered some of the tasty flesh from Ryan and Pete. At 23 years of age Thomas was at the top of the list to be auctioned. He and Ryan would have set record sale prices at the auction block. But now I knew in my heart that a renegade boy like him could never be released into open society. He watched with desire as he saw the look of satisfaction as I chewed the exquisitely cooked tender head of Ryan’s penis. His eyes darted quickly from Ryan’s handsome staring eyes to my eyes.
I slipped a raw nut between Scott’s hungry lips and we ate Ryan slowly. Scott closed his eyes as Ryan’s juices exploded over his tongue. Scott’s mind was flooded with the insane pungent freshness of Ryan’s sperm. He chewed slowly as beads of sweat formed on his smooth handsome brow. Scott’s mind reeled as he took in the cum-satisfied expression on Ryan’s lifeless face. Scott had shot off many times with Ryan after swim team practice. The team circle jerk was a daily ritual. Ryan had a huge cock that could shoot a thick wad of cum as far as any guy on the team, even Scott. Now Scott was eating Ryan’s fresh raw nut.
Scott savored the sweet flavor of the jock nut and was filled with an overwhelming feeling, a deep startling need that took him by surprise, flooding his consciousness with its intensity. The blood rushed to his head and loins. He wanted more than anything to feed the students in the room with his own lean flesh. He wanted the coaches and students to consume him. His breathing grew ragged and quick as he became more aroused and determined with every bite. He swallowed Ryan’s nut and licked his lips.
He looked me in the eye and said, “Ryan was good, but I have balls that are bigger and even sweeter than these! I want you to have them sir. My cock too! All of me, here and now! I offer you my life and my flesh!!!”
His eyes met mine and I let him see the hunger that I felt for his jock flesh. Bodies like his were rare, even in a school like ours. He would be beyond delicious! I could not stop myself from tasting him with my eyes.
He was offering his body as my dinner, and I so wanted his heavy balls! I nodded yes as I gave the OK to the chef to sacrifice him.
The students watched in greedy anticipation as the chef wheeled his massive chopping block into the dining hall. They knew what was about to happen, for they had seen this scene play out many times before. Each of the students felt a sick rush of lust and envy. Scott slowly removed all of his clothing for me. Each muscle on his lean tanned body rippled as he peeled away each article of clothing. He stood before me in all his breathless naked glory. His thick cock was uncut and rock hard. He had the body of an elite athlete. All of him was a golden chestnut brown, up to his pale white ass. Thick blue veins swelled over his fragrant pale cock shaft. He pulled the pale hood of his uncut penis down to reveal the moist pink head where a thick drop of precum was straining to drip onto the floor.
The chef stepped back into the shadows. All eyes were on Scott as the aroused athlete approached me from behind. I pretended to ignore him as he did his best to arouse me. He rubbed his hard body over me from behind and kissed me softly. His touch was electric, and I was instantly hard. He got onto his knees and turned my chair to face him. Slowly he liberated my shaft from my clothing and began to lick and suck me. His mouth was silky smooth and his throat was tight as his tongue wrapped around my shaft. He swallowed me expertly. His mouth was fantastic! He buried his nose deep in my crotch and took a deep whiff of the aroma of my musk mingled with the scent of the boys whom I had executed before dinner. The fresh scent of Ryan and Pete drove him wild. He took my shaft even deeper into his gullet as he cleansed me of their wild scent.
He brought me to the brink of climax then he calmly asked me to fuck his face as chef butchered him. He flipped onto his back and scooted his body to the edge of the table. There was a groove cut into the table top for his shoulders to nest in. His head looked up at me as he opened his mouth wide to accept my cock.
I slapped his smooth rosy cheeks with my hard shaft. He flexed and smiled in a cocky satisfied way as the swim team students took their places all around the table to hold him down. His hard cock dripped precum over his hard six-pack belly.
He opened his mouth and said, “Fuck my face, hard! Please take me now!!! I want you to feel my cum as I am chopped to pieces!” If this was his death wish then I could hardly refuse…!
He took me effortlessly to the depth of his smooth shaved throat as he surrendered his life. He had almost no gag reflex. His sexy Adam’s apple rose and fell as I fucked his handsome face. The chef directed the students as he prepared to start his work. The students eagerly felt the lean muscular body that they would soon feed on. I admired the perfectly defined torso one last time as he flexed each delicious muscle for me! I rammed my cock into him and felt his throat massage my shaft as chef split his smooth ball sack down the middle. He enjoyed every sting of the knife as it ripped into his sac. His pale white balls were exposed now. They drew up tight on their cords.
This was his moment to ride the wave of ecstasy. I made him last, fucking his tight throat so slowly. From the way he jiggled on my cock, everyone watching knew that he loved every moment. A puddle of precum dripped from his hard cock and was growing.
The chef raised his axe high and slammed it down across the right arm. A little blood spurted from the stump, but the greedy students quickly squeezed the arm stump to stop the bleeding. They wanted this to last as long as possible, for their pleasure and his.
We all watched his face as the intense sensations from his arm stump filled his mind. Normally a human would scream in horrible pain at the loss of an arm. But this moment was his ultimate cum fantasy. His handsome face told the whole story as the first orgasm hit. Suddenly he arched his back and sprayed thick cum all over his smooth torso onto my belly. A thick glob hit the root of my cock, and he greedily licked it off of me. Them I pushed my cock hard down his throat depriving him of breath as chef forcefully chopped off the other arm. He groaned in deep pleasure as once again his cock spurted cum.
I could feel the vibrations from his bones breaking as chef removed each arm. The students cheered him on as his blue ribbon hard cock sprayed an even larger load of cum. He sucked me ever more frantically as he felt his body being destroyed.
What should have been a gruesome torture gave him his ultimate pleasure. He sucked me with love and devotion as I slowly edged him further and further towards his death. His Adam’s apple throbbed with each thrust of my cock as I rammed into him.
Chef used his best carving knife to cut deep into the flesh just below each hip. Scott’s torso clenched intensely has Scott enjoyed the pain of the knife cutting down to bone. Once chef could see bone he quickly sawed through the shaft of each femur. Scott sighed as he watched his meaty legs being lifted away. He could already hear and smell the wonderful scent of his arms roasting on the grill. Again and again his thick cock sprayed cum over his body.
Chef smiled at me as he stroked Scott’s shaft with one hand. The other hand slipped a fillet knife into the smooth six-pack belly. The students released their grip on the four stumps as chef ripped the blade up towards Scott’s ribcage. A last massive spurt of cum issued from his cock as chef reached inside the body cavity and ripped the glistening intestines out.
Chef removed Scott’s balls and severed the handsome cock at its base.
Chef handed me his blade for the final cut. My cock vibrated with the energy of the moment as I slashed the blade across his throat as his heart was ripped out of his body. His whole torso started to jolt on my cock, making me cum as the last spurts of watery cum shot from the cock stump. I pulled my dripping meat from his angelic lips and anointed his cheeks with my seed. I grabbed his head firmly with my hands and twisted his lean neck as it broke. He smiled for me and his lips said, “Thank you, thank you!” over and over as I carved his neck in two. I held his head in my hands as his eyes snapped opened one last time and then rolled deep into their sockets. His face smiled blissful and satisfied as the chef handed me a plate of fresh swimmer nuts on ice.
