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This is by far my favourite story.
The sign above the door of the old warehouse, said; ‘Taxidermy’. It was weathered and faded, from hanging in the same spot for the past twenty years. The old metal that held the sign was badly rusted. Twenty feet from the front door of the two-story building was a large garage door, big enough to drive a truck through. Above it, was another faded sign, that said; ‘Parking Inside‘. Ninety percent of the ground floor was open space, used for parking and storage. The remaining space, taken up by small offices.
The second floor of the old warehouse was filled with displays. Most any type of creature, from small birds, to a full size grizzly bear, had been meticulously stuffed and mounted, and had their own small display area. The craftsmanship was exquisite. Every subject, life-like.
Abe was the proprietor’s name. He was taught the art of taxidermy by his father. His first subject was a Cardinal, the state bird. His father was an excellent teacher, and Abe quickly moved on to small animals. At the age of eighteen, his craftsmanship was every bit as good as his father’s.
Unlike his father, Abe had a darker side. It was a sexual turn-on for him to handle dead animals. He liked to see, and feel, the slippery meat of a freshly skinned animal. He often had to hide an erection from his father, when they worked together on a project. Sometimes he’d be forced to go to the bathroom and jack-off.
In 1983, at the insistence of his father, Abe enrolled at one of the local universities. He had no interest in going to the university, and failed miserably at most of the subjects he studied. He hated university life. He especially hated all the young jocks, who sometimes shoved him around; calling him a ‘geek’, or a ‘fag’. In Abe’s opinion, they should’ve all been stuffed and mounted. That little scenario soon became a regular fantasy when Abe lay in bed at night, beating his meat.
Shortly before the end of Abe’s first semester, his father died of a massive heart-attack. Abe was heartbroken. Having lost his mother to cancer, when just a child, Abe was now left alone, and deeply depressed. He considered life cruel and unfair. He dropped out of the university.
Over the next couple of years, Abe concentrated on perfecting his craft. He sold the house he’d grown up in and bought the old warehouse, located in a seedier part of the big city. He converted some of the office space into living quarters and moved in. Through advertising, and word of mouth, Abe was able to make a decent living through his skills as a taxidermist. He was, without a doubt, the best in the state.
The old warehouse had a full basement, covering the entire area of the building above. The ample space would provide Abe with the ability to bring his fantasies to reality over the next twenty years.
John and Chris spent Saturday morning at the gym. They were regular workout buddies - two evenings a week, and every weekend. John worked out with heavy weights. He wanted a lot of muscle mass. Chris just wanted a well toned body. He had a swimmers build. They’d met while attending the same classes at one of the local colleges. Both planned on becoming architects. They studied together during the week, and usually went out on double dates every weekend. Every Saturday afternoon, the two boys would comb the big city for unusual architecture. Taking pictures - making sketches.
It was a beautiful, warm Spring afternoon. The guys decided to leave Chris’s Mini Cooper at the college and ride their bikes around the city. They were unaware of the thunderstorms predicted for mid-afternoon.
Ninety minutes later, John was busy taking pictures of an old decaying Art Deco-style building, while Chris was making sketches. The skies began to darken. There was a rumble of thunder.
“Guess we’d better start heading back,” said John. “Don’t fancy the idea of becoming a lightening rod.”
“Yeah,” said Chris. “I know what you mean.”
They hopped on their bikes and headed back toward the college. They hadn’t gotten more than a mile when the first drops of rain began to fall. Lightening struck, not far away.
“Let’s find someplace to wait out the storm,” yelled John.
“Over there,” yelled Chris. “Looks like a parking garage.”
The rain was beginning to come down harder as the two boys rode beneath the ‘Parking Inside’ sign and into the open garage. They made a circle inside the dry building and came to a stop, facing the open door.
facing the open door.
“Looks like this could last for a while,” said Chris. “Did you notice what type of business this is?”
“The sign said, ‘taxidermy’,” said John.
“Oh,” said Chris. “Well, I guess we can check out the stuffed animals for a while. Better than getting soaked.”
Both boys leaned their bikes up against the front wall of the empty garage and walked over to the door, marked ‘entrance’. They stepped inside. There was a small counter, with a bell on it. John rang the bell three times.
Abe had seen the boys enter the garage on one of the many monitors in his office. There were cameras located all over the old warehouse. He’d already gotten up and had his hand on the doorknob when the bell rang. He opened the door and walked down the hallway to the front counter.
“Howdy, boys,” said Abe. “In here to get out of the rain?”
“Yes, sir,” said Chris. “It’s really coming down out there.”
“Well, you boys are welcome to go upstairs and take a look at the displays while you wait on the rain to stop,” said Abe.
“Thanks,” said John. “We will.”
“Right up those stairs,” said Abe, pointing to a stairway on the far side of the room.
After the boys headed upstairs, Abe went out and closed the garage door. He wheeled their bikes into a large storage room - adding them to the many other bikes already there.
John and Chris spent the next hour checking out the many displays. They were both impressed with the man’s ability to make a dead animal look so life-like. Each display was a true work of art.
“Man,” said Chris, “that grizzly bear looks like he’s ready to devour us.”
“I know,” said John. “This guy’s done some excellent work.”
After seeing the last display, they wandered back downstairs. Abe met them at the counter.
“Still raining cats and dogs,” said Abe.
“Yeah,” said John. “Looks like we’re stuck here for a while.”
“I’ve got some more displays in the basement, if you’d like to take a look,” said Abe. “They’re even better than the ones upstairs.”
“Cool,” said Chris.
“You really have mastered the art,” said John. “Your displays are fantastic.”
“Thank you,” said Abe, pointing to the hallway. “Right down that hallway and through the door. Be careful on those old stairs.”
“OK,” said John. “Thanks.”
The two boys walked down the hallway and opened the heavy metal door to the basement.
“Man,” said Chris, “these really are old stairs. Narrow, too.”
They carefully descended the stairway, holding onto the railing all the way down. Once they reached the basement, they were facing a long wide hallway - one of four, that ran the entire length of the building. The hallway was dimly lit. All along the left side, were 12’x12’ cubicles. Each one partitioned off from the next. Lighting for the displays was controlled by motion sensors. As John and Chris approached the first cubicle, the display lit up.
“Holy shit,” said Chris. “What the hell is this?”
Before them stood the naked figure of a muscular young man. Looked to be about the same age as John and Chris. The figure held a magazine in one hand, and appeared to be looking at it. The other hand was wrapped around a stiff cock, as if masturbating. A thin pole at the front of the display held a small placard that read - ‘Beating Off’ (Jeff).
John and Chris stared at the display for a minute before either said anything.
Chris was the first to react. “Man, that can’t be real, said Chris. “It’s gotta be wax, or something.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you’re right,” said John. “Sure is convincing, though.”
Both boys stepped into the display area to get a closer look. They each rubbed a hand along either bicep muscle on the figure. It was hard to the touch. Chris rapped on the bicep three times with his knuckles, as if knocking on a door.
“Yeah,” said Chris, “this is some sort of mannequin. He sure made it look human, though.”
“Sure did,” said John. “Wonder if he’s got any female mannequins around here.”
Chris tapped on the head of the figure’s cock. “Wow,” said Chris. “Talk about a hard-on.”
“You perv,” said John, laughing.
They stepped out of the cubicle and on to the next display. This one featured two more young male figures. Both naked, laying on the floor. Each figure had the other’s cock in it’s mouth. The placard read - ‘Sixty Nine’ (Steve and Chad).
“Geez,” said John. “I believe our friend upstairs is totally gay. I’m not sure why he though we’d enjoy seeing this stuff.”
“Unless he thinks we’re gay, too,” said Chris.
“Great,” said John.
They moved on to the next display. This one, titled - ‘Bound’ (Michael). Another nude male figure. This one with it’s wrists handcuffed together and suspended above it’s head from an overhead beam. The figure seemed to be looking up at the cuffs and struggling to free itself from the shackles, showing off well defined muscles. A red ball-gag was stuffed in it’s mouth. Assorted whips hung from wall next to the figure.
“Oh, man,” said John. “Now he’s getting into bondage scenes.”
They didn’t tarry too long before moving on to the next display. It was titled - ‘Well Hung’ (Jason and Mark). It featured a muscular nude male figure holding onto a rope in one hand and jerking itself off with the other. The second nude figure was bound and suspended by a noose around it’s neck. Legs askew, flailing as it hung from the rope. There was a look of terror on it’s dark red face. A swollen tongue protruded from purple lips.
“Oh, shit,” said John. “This is a snuff scene. Man, I’m not liking this. Maybe we should get out of here.”
“Yeah, these are getting kind of sick,” said Chris. “Let’s look at one or two more before we leave. I’m curious to see just how twisted this guy gets.”
“OK,” said John, reluctantly.
The next display was titled - ‘Time to Die’ (Chuck and Jeremy). One of the nude figures in this display was bound to, and bent over, a padded bench, being fucked by the muscular figure standing behind it. The standing figure had a fist full of the other’s hair, pulling it’s head back. The other hand held a large knife up to the exposed throat. The bound figure’s mouth was wide open, as if screaming.
“Fuck!” said Chris. “That’s it. I’ve seen enough. Let’s go.”
“Wait,” said John, staring at the display. “That big dude looks like someone I know. A friend of my older brother’s. He was a star player on the college football team before he disappeared eight years ago.”
John looked down at the small placard.
“Shit,” said John. “That was his name. Chuck.”
John was beginning to get sick to his stomach. He remembered Chuck showing his older brother a long scar down the side of his leg. John had gotten a good look at it, too. He stepped into the display area to take a look at the standing figure’s leg. There it was. The same scar he’d seen many years ago. John stepped behind the figure and looked at it’s back. He stared at the tiny seam that extended from the back of the figure’s head down to it’s butt-crack. He nearly vomited.
“We may be in deep shit, man,” said John. “These aren’t mannequins. These were all real dudes. They’ve been stuffed and mounted.”
Oh, fuck!” said Chris. “Let’s get the hell out of here!”
“If we can,” said John, nervously.
The two boys looked at each other, with fear in their eyes, before turning and running down the hallway toward the stairs. When John reached the top step, he tried to open the metal door. It was locked.
“Shit!” said John. “It’s locked. Let’s see if there’s another stairway.”
They hurried back down the stairway and ran as fast as they could toward the far end of the building. About twenty feet before reaching the back hallway, Chris tripped and fell. John stumbled over Chris and landed on the basement floor, sliding up to the base of one of the displays. It lit up.
This display was titled - ‘The Butcher’ (Rick, Paul and Rodney). Two nude male figures hung from meat hooks through their ankles. One had been completely gutted. Just below the body was a five-gallon bucket full of internal organs. The muscular nude butcher in the scene was just beginning to gut the second hanging body. An empty bucket below this figure.
John and Chris looked up at the display, briefly, before throwing up on the basement floor.
Once the heaving had subsided, John stood up and helped Chris to his feet. “Come on,” said John, “we’ve got to keep moving.”
They rounded the corner and looked down the short hallway that ran along the far wall of the basement. At the end of the hallway was a door. A sign above the door indicated that it was a fire escape. They both ran to the door. It was unlocked. John opened the door and they both rushed into the stairwell and up the steps, taking them two at a time. Once they reached the top, they came to another large metal door. It was locked.
Abe had been watching John and Chris ever since they first entered the basement. He was now looking at the monitor for the back stairwell. He pushed a button on the console in front of him, locking the door at the bottom of the stairwell. Then, he flipped a switch to the ‘on’ position.
“What’s that noise?” asked Chris, nervously..
“I don’t know,” said John. “Sounds like air escaping from a tire.”
John cocked his head and followed the sound to a small hole in the wall - one of many small holes throughout the stairwell. Putting his hand in front of the hole, he felt a steady rush of air. He began to feel slightly dizzy.
“Oh, shit!” yelled John. “It’s gas!”
Both boys turned and ran back down the stairs. When John tried to open the door, he found that it was now locked.
“Shit, man,” said John. “We’re trapped!”
Both boys were starting to get groggy. No longer able to stand up, they sat down next to each other with their backs against the door. Chris started balling.
“Dude,” sobbed Chris, “That son-of-a-bitch is going to stuff us and mount us in one of his sick-ass displays.”
“I know,” said John - his speech beginning to slur. “We’re… fucked.”
Both boys lost consciousness. Chris’s head fell over onto John’s shoulder.
Abe turned off the gas and flipped on another switch, turning on an exhaust fan in the stairwell. Then, he headed for the basement, to collect the two subjects for his next display.
After pulling a gurney out of the basement storage room, Abe rolled it down the hallway to the back stairwell. He unlocked the door and slowly opened it. The upper half of John and Chris’s bodies fell out onto the basement floor. Abe pulled John out of the stairwell. With a lot of effort, he lifted the muscular boy up and laid him on the gurney. He then pulled out Chris and laid him on top of John. He wheeled the gurney down the hall to his work area.
There were two large tables in the room. Abe stopped the gurney between the tables and locked the wheels in place. He rolled Chris onto the first table, and John onto the second. Then, he wheeled the gurney back to the storage room.
After returning to the work room, Abe stripped off the clothing of each boy. He took the money and driver’s license out of both wallets - he’d need their names for his display. Everything else went in the trash.
Since Abe always skinned his subjects alive, he went about injecting John and Chris with a drug that would leave them totally paralyzed. They wouldn’t even be able to move their heads from side to side. They would, however, have the ability to move their eyes around, and feel everything being done to them.
Over many years of trial and error, Abe had perfected the art of taxidermy. His first job would be to make plaster casts of the entire animal to be stuffed. The castings would later be filled with latex. Once the animal’s skin was stretched over the latex, it had the feel of real flesh. John and Chris had only touched the very first display. Had they felt later displays, they would’ve noticed how the subjects were becoming more and more life-like to the touch.
It was another couple of hours before John and Chris regained consciousness. By then, the casting had been completed. In addition, every hair had been removed from Chris’s body, except for the short blond hair on his head. John’s body hair was left intact. After removing his own clothing, Abe was ready to begin skinning the two boys. He started with Chris.
Bright lights were shining in Chris’s eyes when he woke up. He felt cold, and realized he was naked - laying on a metal table. He was unable to move. Thoughts of everything he’d seen in the basement quickly rushed through his mind. He knew he would soon be on display, in some grisly scene, along with John. His blue eyes filled with tears.
Abe noticed that Chris was now awake. He gave the boy a smile, as he rolled Chris over onto his belly.
Soon, Chris felt the tip of a sharp knife on the back of his head, up near the top. It slowly worked it’s way down to the base of his neck. The pain was horrible, but Chris was unable to scream. The knife continued it’s path down the boy’s back, all the way to his asshole.
Moving back to Chris’s head, Abe grabbed skin and folded the scalp over the top of the skull. Then, he carefully sliced under each ear, leaving them attached to the loose skin. He continued cutting flesh from the meat and muscle beneath, until Chris’s entire back was covered with loose skin. The boy was then turned over onto his back.
John had been fully conscious for a while now. Abe had turned the boy’s head to one side, so that he could witness his buddy being skinned alive - knowing it would be his turn next. The tears from John’s brown eyes were forming a puddle on the metal table beneath him.
Abe pulled Chris’s loose scalp forward and carefully cut beneath the face skin, making sure it remained in one piece. The boy was now looking at the back of the skin that once covered his head. After cutting beneath the neck flesh, Abe laid all the loose skin over Chris’s bare chest, and started working on the boy’s arms. The skin was peeled away and pulled off the arms, much like removing a sweater. Chest and belly skin were then peeled away, all the way to the boy’s crotch. Abe carefully skinned the cock and balls.
John watched his half-skinned buddy being turned over onto his belly. He was horrified by Chris’s face. The bloody raw meat. The exposed eyeballs. The permanent grin.
Abe skinned the firm ass-cheeks and sliced through the intestine that connected to the asshole. Then, he rolled Chris over again and began peeling the skin from his legs. Before long, Abe was holding a complete hide in his right hand. He laid the bloody skin across John’s chest and belly.
Abe rolled Chris over, once again, onto his belly. The boy’s raw meat was causing Abe’s dick to get hard. He ran one hand down the exposed back-flesh, while stroking himself with the other. He spent a long time massaging the slick ass meat.
John watched, as Abe crawled onto the metal table and straddled Chris’s bloody legs. He saw the man reach between the raw ass-cheeks and pull out a length of intestine. The opening was stretched over Abe’s cockhead, and slowly pulled to the base of his large member, as if putting on a condom. John would’ve puked, if he’d been able.
Abe stuck his intestine-encased cockhead between Chris’s firm butt-cheeks and shoved forward, filling the boy’s guts. He began fucking the tight innards, enjoying the feel of raw meat against his chest and belly. He loved the ‘wet’ sounds made each time he slammed against the bloody ass-cheeks.
Chris was in excruciating pain. Not only from the pounding his guts were receiving, but also from his exposed nerve endings. It felt like jolts of electricity were shooting through his body.
Abe was approaching an orgasm. Just before cumming, he pulled out of Chris and sat on the boy’s legs. He stroked himself a couple of times, then watched the intestine fill with his thick load. After squeezing out every last drop of cum, he pulled the thin membrane from his cock, letting it fall on the table.
Abe got down off the table and continued with the work at hand. He picked up Chris’s hide off of John’s naked body and carried it through swinging doors, into the next room. I would be soaked in a special solution - making it soft and pliable.
When Abe came back through the doors, he was guiding a pulley and hook along a track in the ceiling. He lowered the hook to the base of the table. After tying Chris’s ankles together, he attached them to the hook. As he began hoisting the skinned boy up toward the ceiling, Abe looked over at John.
“There’s a lot of good meat on you boys,” said Abe. “I’m not letting any of it go to waste. I’ll be eating well for the next couple of months.”
John wished he could lose consciousness again. Not only were he and Chris going to be stuffed and mounted - the meat from their bones was going to be eaten by this crazy man. John watched as Abe pushed the skinless body through the swinging doors. That would be the last he’d see of his buddy.
Abe spent the next ninety minutes butchering Chris. His meat was packed away in a large freezer. A few hours later, John’s meat would fill the freezer to it’s capacity.
Over the next week, Abe spent most of his time creating the new display. It was now finished. As the final touch, Abe attached a placard to the metal stand. This one was titled - ‘Cannibal Lust’ (John and Chris).
Abe set a folding chair down inside the display area. After removing his clothes, he sat down to admire his new creation, as he stroked himself.
John had been mounted on a chair, in a seated position. His muscular legs were spread wide. His left hand rested on his left thigh. The right hand was wrapped around his stiff cock. John appeared to be jacking off, as he watched the scene in front of him - through very life-like glass eyes.
Chris was mounted on a spit, over a bed of bright red-orange coals. His ankles were wired to one end of the long pole that ran through his body. His wrists, wired to the opposite end. The spit had been shoved through the boy’s ass and could be seen in the empty abdominal cavity, before exiting his mouth. Chris’s skin had been tinted to resemble that of a fully cooked Thanksgiving turkey. The flesh was shiny, and gave the appearance of being very tender and juicy. A motor slowly rotated the spit over the fake coals. The boy’s good-sized cock and balls hung loosely from his groin. They flopped from one side of his body to the other, before dangling toward the coals, with each rotation of the spit.
Abe shot a thick load of cum across his belly. He liked his new display, and would be using it quite often to get himself off. The sight of Chris, slowly roasting, was making Abe extremely hungry. He cleaned himself off and headed upstairs to fix a thick steak for dinner.
The sign above the door of the old warehouse, said; ‘Taxidermy’. It was weathered and faded, from hanging in the same spot for the past twenty years. The old metal that held the sign was badly rusted. Twenty feet from the front door of the two-story building was a large garage door, big enough to drive a truck through. Above it, was another faded sign, that said; ‘Parking Inside‘. Ninety percent of the ground floor was open space, used for parking and storage. The remaining space, taken up by small offices.
The second floor of the old warehouse was filled with displays. Most any type of creature, from small birds, to a full size grizzly bear, had been meticulously stuffed and mounted, and had their own small display area. The craftsmanship was exquisite. Every subject, life-like.
Abe was the proprietor’s name. He was taught the art of taxidermy by his father. His first subject was a Cardinal, the state bird. His father was an excellent teacher, and Abe quickly moved on to small animals. At the age of eighteen, his craftsmanship was every bit as good as his father’s.
Unlike his father, Abe had a darker side. It was a sexual turn-on for him to handle dead animals. He liked to see, and feel, the slippery meat of a freshly skinned animal. He often had to hide an erection from his father, when they worked together on a project. Sometimes he’d be forced to go to the bathroom and jack-off.
In 1983, at the insistence of his father, Abe enrolled at one of the local universities. He had no interest in going to the university, and failed miserably at most of the subjects he studied. He hated university life. He especially hated all the young jocks, who sometimes shoved him around; calling him a ‘geek’, or a ‘fag’. In Abe’s opinion, they should’ve all been stuffed and mounted. That little scenario soon became a regular fantasy when Abe lay in bed at night, beating his meat.
Shortly before the end of Abe’s first semester, his father died of a massive heart-attack. Abe was heartbroken. Having lost his mother to cancer, when just a child, Abe was now left alone, and deeply depressed. He considered life cruel and unfair. He dropped out of the university.
Over the next couple of years, Abe concentrated on perfecting his craft. He sold the house he’d grown up in and bought the old warehouse, located in a seedier part of the big city. He converted some of the office space into living quarters and moved in. Through advertising, and word of mouth, Abe was able to make a decent living through his skills as a taxidermist. He was, without a doubt, the best in the state.
The old warehouse had a full basement, covering the entire area of the building above. The ample space would provide Abe with the ability to bring his fantasies to reality over the next twenty years.
John and Chris spent Saturday morning at the gym. They were regular workout buddies - two evenings a week, and every weekend. John worked out with heavy weights. He wanted a lot of muscle mass. Chris just wanted a well toned body. He had a swimmers build. They’d met while attending the same classes at one of the local colleges. Both planned on becoming architects. They studied together during the week, and usually went out on double dates every weekend. Every Saturday afternoon, the two boys would comb the big city for unusual architecture. Taking pictures - making sketches.
It was a beautiful, warm Spring afternoon. The guys decided to leave Chris’s Mini Cooper at the college and ride their bikes around the city. They were unaware of the thunderstorms predicted for mid-afternoon.
Ninety minutes later, John was busy taking pictures of an old decaying Art Deco-style building, while Chris was making sketches. The skies began to darken. There was a rumble of thunder.
“Guess we’d better start heading back,” said John. “Don’t fancy the idea of becoming a lightening rod.”
“Yeah,” said Chris. “I know what you mean.”
They hopped on their bikes and headed back toward the college. They hadn’t gotten more than a mile when the first drops of rain began to fall. Lightening struck, not far away.
“Let’s find someplace to wait out the storm,” yelled John.
“Over there,” yelled Chris. “Looks like a parking garage.”
The rain was beginning to come down harder as the two boys rode beneath the ‘Parking Inside’ sign and into the open garage. They made a circle inside the dry building and came to a stop, facing the open door.
facing the open door.
“Looks like this could last for a while,” said Chris. “Did you notice what type of business this is?”
“The sign said, ‘taxidermy’,” said John.
“Oh,” said Chris. “Well, I guess we can check out the stuffed animals for a while. Better than getting soaked.”
Both boys leaned their bikes up against the front wall of the empty garage and walked over to the door, marked ‘entrance’. They stepped inside. There was a small counter, with a bell on it. John rang the bell three times.
Abe had seen the boys enter the garage on one of the many monitors in his office. There were cameras located all over the old warehouse. He’d already gotten up and had his hand on the doorknob when the bell rang. He opened the door and walked down the hallway to the front counter.
“Howdy, boys,” said Abe. “In here to get out of the rain?”
“Yes, sir,” said Chris. “It’s really coming down out there.”
“Well, you boys are welcome to go upstairs and take a look at the displays while you wait on the rain to stop,” said Abe.
“Thanks,” said John. “We will.”
“Right up those stairs,” said Abe, pointing to a stairway on the far side of the room.
After the boys headed upstairs, Abe went out and closed the garage door. He wheeled their bikes into a large storage room - adding them to the many other bikes already there.
John and Chris spent the next hour checking out the many displays. They were both impressed with the man’s ability to make a dead animal look so life-like. Each display was a true work of art.
“Man,” said Chris, “that grizzly bear looks like he’s ready to devour us.”
“I know,” said John. “This guy’s done some excellent work.”
After seeing the last display, they wandered back downstairs. Abe met them at the counter.
“Still raining cats and dogs,” said Abe.
“Yeah,” said John. “Looks like we’re stuck here for a while.”
“I’ve got some more displays in the basement, if you’d like to take a look,” said Abe. “They’re even better than the ones upstairs.”
“Cool,” said Chris.
“You really have mastered the art,” said John. “Your displays are fantastic.”
“Thank you,” said Abe, pointing to the hallway. “Right down that hallway and through the door. Be careful on those old stairs.”
“OK,” said John. “Thanks.”
The two boys walked down the hallway and opened the heavy metal door to the basement.
“Man,” said Chris, “these really are old stairs. Narrow, too.”
They carefully descended the stairway, holding onto the railing all the way down. Once they reached the basement, they were facing a long wide hallway - one of four, that ran the entire length of the building. The hallway was dimly lit. All along the left side, were 12’x12’ cubicles. Each one partitioned off from the next. Lighting for the displays was controlled by motion sensors. As John and Chris approached the first cubicle, the display lit up.
“Holy shit,” said Chris. “What the hell is this?”
Before them stood the naked figure of a muscular young man. Looked to be about the same age as John and Chris. The figure held a magazine in one hand, and appeared to be looking at it. The other hand was wrapped around a stiff cock, as if masturbating. A thin pole at the front of the display held a small placard that read - ‘Beating Off’ (Jeff).
John and Chris stared at the display for a minute before either said anything.
Chris was the first to react. “Man, that can’t be real, said Chris. “It’s gotta be wax, or something.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you’re right,” said John. “Sure is convincing, though.”
Both boys stepped into the display area to get a closer look. They each rubbed a hand along either bicep muscle on the figure. It was hard to the touch. Chris rapped on the bicep three times with his knuckles, as if knocking on a door.
“Yeah,” said Chris, “this is some sort of mannequin. He sure made it look human, though.”
“Sure did,” said John. “Wonder if he’s got any female mannequins around here.”
Chris tapped on the head of the figure’s cock. “Wow,” said Chris. “Talk about a hard-on.”
“You perv,” said John, laughing.
They stepped out of the cubicle and on to the next display. This one featured two more young male figures. Both naked, laying on the floor. Each figure had the other’s cock in it’s mouth. The placard read - ‘Sixty Nine’ (Steve and Chad).
“Geez,” said John. “I believe our friend upstairs is totally gay. I’m not sure why he though we’d enjoy seeing this stuff.”
“Unless he thinks we’re gay, too,” said Chris.
“Great,” said John.
They moved on to the next display. This one, titled - ‘Bound’ (Michael). Another nude male figure. This one with it’s wrists handcuffed together and suspended above it’s head from an overhead beam. The figure seemed to be looking up at the cuffs and struggling to free itself from the shackles, showing off well defined muscles. A red ball-gag was stuffed in it’s mouth. Assorted whips hung from wall next to the figure.
“Oh, man,” said John. “Now he’s getting into bondage scenes.”
They didn’t tarry too long before moving on to the next display. It was titled - ‘Well Hung’ (Jason and Mark). It featured a muscular nude male figure holding onto a rope in one hand and jerking itself off with the other. The second nude figure was bound and suspended by a noose around it’s neck. Legs askew, flailing as it hung from the rope. There was a look of terror on it’s dark red face. A swollen tongue protruded from purple lips.
“Oh, shit,” said John. “This is a snuff scene. Man, I’m not liking this. Maybe we should get out of here.”
“Yeah, these are getting kind of sick,” said Chris. “Let’s look at one or two more before we leave. I’m curious to see just how twisted this guy gets.”
“OK,” said John, reluctantly.
The next display was titled - ‘Time to Die’ (Chuck and Jeremy). One of the nude figures in this display was bound to, and bent over, a padded bench, being fucked by the muscular figure standing behind it. The standing figure had a fist full of the other’s hair, pulling it’s head back. The other hand held a large knife up to the exposed throat. The bound figure’s mouth was wide open, as if screaming.
“Fuck!” said Chris. “That’s it. I’ve seen enough. Let’s go.”
“Wait,” said John, staring at the display. “That big dude looks like someone I know. A friend of my older brother’s. He was a star player on the college football team before he disappeared eight years ago.”
John looked down at the small placard.
“Shit,” said John. “That was his name. Chuck.”
John was beginning to get sick to his stomach. He remembered Chuck showing his older brother a long scar down the side of his leg. John had gotten a good look at it, too. He stepped into the display area to take a look at the standing figure’s leg. There it was. The same scar he’d seen many years ago. John stepped behind the figure and looked at it’s back. He stared at the tiny seam that extended from the back of the figure’s head down to it’s butt-crack. He nearly vomited.
“We may be in deep shit, man,” said John. “These aren’t mannequins. These were all real dudes. They’ve been stuffed and mounted.”
Oh, fuck!” said Chris. “Let’s get the hell out of here!”
“If we can,” said John, nervously.
The two boys looked at each other, with fear in their eyes, before turning and running down the hallway toward the stairs. When John reached the top step, he tried to open the metal door. It was locked.
“Shit!” said John. “It’s locked. Let’s see if there’s another stairway.”
They hurried back down the stairway and ran as fast as they could toward the far end of the building. About twenty feet before reaching the back hallway, Chris tripped and fell. John stumbled over Chris and landed on the basement floor, sliding up to the base of one of the displays. It lit up.
This display was titled - ‘The Butcher’ (Rick, Paul and Rodney). Two nude male figures hung from meat hooks through their ankles. One had been completely gutted. Just below the body was a five-gallon bucket full of internal organs. The muscular nude butcher in the scene was just beginning to gut the second hanging body. An empty bucket below this figure.
John and Chris looked up at the display, briefly, before throwing up on the basement floor.
Once the heaving had subsided, John stood up and helped Chris to his feet. “Come on,” said John, “we’ve got to keep moving.”
They rounded the corner and looked down the short hallway that ran along the far wall of the basement. At the end of the hallway was a door. A sign above the door indicated that it was a fire escape. They both ran to the door. It was unlocked. John opened the door and they both rushed into the stairwell and up the steps, taking them two at a time. Once they reached the top, they came to another large metal door. It was locked.
Abe had been watching John and Chris ever since they first entered the basement. He was now looking at the monitor for the back stairwell. He pushed a button on the console in front of him, locking the door at the bottom of the stairwell. Then, he flipped a switch to the ‘on’ position.
“What’s that noise?” asked Chris, nervously..
“I don’t know,” said John. “Sounds like air escaping from a tire.”
John cocked his head and followed the sound to a small hole in the wall - one of many small holes throughout the stairwell. Putting his hand in front of the hole, he felt a steady rush of air. He began to feel slightly dizzy.
“Oh, shit!” yelled John. “It’s gas!”
Both boys turned and ran back down the stairs. When John tried to open the door, he found that it was now locked.
“Shit, man,” said John. “We’re trapped!”
Both boys were starting to get groggy. No longer able to stand up, they sat down next to each other with their backs against the door. Chris started balling.
“Dude,” sobbed Chris, “That son-of-a-bitch is going to stuff us and mount us in one of his sick-ass displays.”
“I know,” said John - his speech beginning to slur. “We’re… fucked.”
Both boys lost consciousness. Chris’s head fell over onto John’s shoulder.
Abe turned off the gas and flipped on another switch, turning on an exhaust fan in the stairwell. Then, he headed for the basement, to collect the two subjects for his next display.
After pulling a gurney out of the basement storage room, Abe rolled it down the hallway to the back stairwell. He unlocked the door and slowly opened it. The upper half of John and Chris’s bodies fell out onto the basement floor. Abe pulled John out of the stairwell. With a lot of effort, he lifted the muscular boy up and laid him on the gurney. He then pulled out Chris and laid him on top of John. He wheeled the gurney down the hall to his work area.
There were two large tables in the room. Abe stopped the gurney between the tables and locked the wheels in place. He rolled Chris onto the first table, and John onto the second. Then, he wheeled the gurney back to the storage room.
After returning to the work room, Abe stripped off the clothing of each boy. He took the money and driver’s license out of both wallets - he’d need their names for his display. Everything else went in the trash.
Since Abe always skinned his subjects alive, he went about injecting John and Chris with a drug that would leave them totally paralyzed. They wouldn’t even be able to move their heads from side to side. They would, however, have the ability to move their eyes around, and feel everything being done to them.
Over many years of trial and error, Abe had perfected the art of taxidermy. His first job would be to make plaster casts of the entire animal to be stuffed. The castings would later be filled with latex. Once the animal’s skin was stretched over the latex, it had the feel of real flesh. John and Chris had only touched the very first display. Had they felt later displays, they would’ve noticed how the subjects were becoming more and more life-like to the touch.
It was another couple of hours before John and Chris regained consciousness. By then, the casting had been completed. In addition, every hair had been removed from Chris’s body, except for the short blond hair on his head. John’s body hair was left intact. After removing his own clothing, Abe was ready to begin skinning the two boys. He started with Chris.
Bright lights were shining in Chris’s eyes when he woke up. He felt cold, and realized he was naked - laying on a metal table. He was unable to move. Thoughts of everything he’d seen in the basement quickly rushed through his mind. He knew he would soon be on display, in some grisly scene, along with John. His blue eyes filled with tears.
Abe noticed that Chris was now awake. He gave the boy a smile, as he rolled Chris over onto his belly.
Soon, Chris felt the tip of a sharp knife on the back of his head, up near the top. It slowly worked it’s way down to the base of his neck. The pain was horrible, but Chris was unable to scream. The knife continued it’s path down the boy’s back, all the way to his asshole.
Moving back to Chris’s head, Abe grabbed skin and folded the scalp over the top of the skull. Then, he carefully sliced under each ear, leaving them attached to the loose skin. He continued cutting flesh from the meat and muscle beneath, until Chris’s entire back was covered with loose skin. The boy was then turned over onto his back.
John had been fully conscious for a while now. Abe had turned the boy’s head to one side, so that he could witness his buddy being skinned alive - knowing it would be his turn next. The tears from John’s brown eyes were forming a puddle on the metal table beneath him.
Abe pulled Chris’s loose scalp forward and carefully cut beneath the face skin, making sure it remained in one piece. The boy was now looking at the back of the skin that once covered his head. After cutting beneath the neck flesh, Abe laid all the loose skin over Chris’s bare chest, and started working on the boy’s arms. The skin was peeled away and pulled off the arms, much like removing a sweater. Chest and belly skin were then peeled away, all the way to the boy’s crotch. Abe carefully skinned the cock and balls.
John watched his half-skinned buddy being turned over onto his belly. He was horrified by Chris’s face. The bloody raw meat. The exposed eyeballs. The permanent grin.
Abe skinned the firm ass-cheeks and sliced through the intestine that connected to the asshole. Then, he rolled Chris over again and began peeling the skin from his legs. Before long, Abe was holding a complete hide in his right hand. He laid the bloody skin across John’s chest and belly.
Abe rolled Chris over, once again, onto his belly. The boy’s raw meat was causing Abe’s dick to get hard. He ran one hand down the exposed back-flesh, while stroking himself with the other. He spent a long time massaging the slick ass meat.
John watched, as Abe crawled onto the metal table and straddled Chris’s bloody legs. He saw the man reach between the raw ass-cheeks and pull out a length of intestine. The opening was stretched over Abe’s cockhead, and slowly pulled to the base of his large member, as if putting on a condom. John would’ve puked, if he’d been able.
Abe stuck his intestine-encased cockhead between Chris’s firm butt-cheeks and shoved forward, filling the boy’s guts. He began fucking the tight innards, enjoying the feel of raw meat against his chest and belly. He loved the ‘wet’ sounds made each time he slammed against the bloody ass-cheeks.
Chris was in excruciating pain. Not only from the pounding his guts were receiving, but also from his exposed nerve endings. It felt like jolts of electricity were shooting through his body.
Abe was approaching an orgasm. Just before cumming, he pulled out of Chris and sat on the boy’s legs. He stroked himself a couple of times, then watched the intestine fill with his thick load. After squeezing out every last drop of cum, he pulled the thin membrane from his cock, letting it fall on the table.
Abe got down off the table and continued with the work at hand. He picked up Chris’s hide off of John’s naked body and carried it through swinging doors, into the next room. I would be soaked in a special solution - making it soft and pliable.
When Abe came back through the doors, he was guiding a pulley and hook along a track in the ceiling. He lowered the hook to the base of the table. After tying Chris’s ankles together, he attached them to the hook. As he began hoisting the skinned boy up toward the ceiling, Abe looked over at John.
“There’s a lot of good meat on you boys,” said Abe. “I’m not letting any of it go to waste. I’ll be eating well for the next couple of months.”
John wished he could lose consciousness again. Not only were he and Chris going to be stuffed and mounted - the meat from their bones was going to be eaten by this crazy man. John watched as Abe pushed the skinless body through the swinging doors. That would be the last he’d see of his buddy.
Abe spent the next ninety minutes butchering Chris. His meat was packed away in a large freezer. A few hours later, John’s meat would fill the freezer to it’s capacity.
Over the next week, Abe spent most of his time creating the new display. It was now finished. As the final touch, Abe attached a placard to the metal stand. This one was titled - ‘Cannibal Lust’ (John and Chris).
Abe set a folding chair down inside the display area. After removing his clothes, he sat down to admire his new creation, as he stroked himself.
John had been mounted on a chair, in a seated position. His muscular legs were spread wide. His left hand rested on his left thigh. The right hand was wrapped around his stiff cock. John appeared to be jacking off, as he watched the scene in front of him - through very life-like glass eyes.
Chris was mounted on a spit, over a bed of bright red-orange coals. His ankles were wired to one end of the long pole that ran through his body. His wrists, wired to the opposite end. The spit had been shoved through the boy’s ass and could be seen in the empty abdominal cavity, before exiting his mouth. Chris’s skin had been tinted to resemble that of a fully cooked Thanksgiving turkey. The flesh was shiny, and gave the appearance of being very tender and juicy. A motor slowly rotated the spit over the fake coals. The boy’s good-sized cock and balls hung loosely from his groin. They flopped from one side of his body to the other, before dangling toward the coals, with each rotation of the spit.
Abe shot a thick load of cum across his belly. He liked his new display, and would be using it quite often to get himself off. The sight of Chris, slowly roasting, was making Abe extremely hungry. He cleaned himself off and headed upstairs to fix a thick steak for dinner.
