The Taming and Torture of Muscle Boy Luis Adam Bree

I have had many a fantasy about meeting a hiker or a camper, deep in the woods...miles away from civilization. It's amazing what you could do with 2 tree branches, 2 tent stakes, 5 or 6 ropes and some newly sharpened knives.
 
If you ever need a willing sacrifice, I'd offer myself up.

Your depictions of disembowlment is captivating.

Would love to feel you holding my heart.
 
Graphic violence. Unfeeling cruelty. I miss you, Tecpatl.
 
I continue to read this story, over and over, for five years. The sensuality never lessens. The cock never fails to harden and spurt. I ask, Who am I? Tecpatl? Luis Adam Bree? The gutter or the gutted? Look into my eyes, my soul, and tell me.
 
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