He walked into the room. They were waiting for him. He mounted the steps to proclaim amnesty but the podium was rigged, a noose was slipped over his neck and his neck snapped as he dropped.
 
Marines don’t become trained killers without practice. LCpl Tinnis did his neck snap training on Pvt Gretch, one of the expendables. Army kids who were fuck-ups, shipped off to Marine basic for live (pun intended) exercises. Instructor Marrik watched Trinnis grab Gretch’s chin. “Put your other hand on the back of his head. Push and pull at the same time.” Marrik had watched the expendables shower, knew Gretch was huge. Tinnis didn’t know he was about to end a man with a horse cock, but Marrik wondered if maybe the sound of Gretch’s neck popping would give it away.
 
Bully beef in mess tin for breakfast ,strong hot tea Inspection by Sgt , lined up khaki green tunic, kilt, hose, boots, helmet, webbing, rifle all correct. Over the top bayonets fixed when the officer’s whistle blows. Charge the enemy trench, kneel, aim, fire the 303, German cries out falls dead. Run forwards feels good kilt free around my arse, cock stiff, see flash of spandau, hot lead hits my chest, grasp it cry out aaaargh, fall back hard , eyes open, seeing nothing, dead, kilt up, cock pointing at the sky wet oozing cum. Buried 6’ under next day.

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Oh yeah, mate, real prime-time way to manly GO.

:Rock2::Rock2::Rock2::stroke::stroke::stroke:
 
biker

The cigarette fell from his lips and a look of shock spread over his rugged unshaven face as he sat on his chopper in his denim jeans and leather jacket coming to a stop in the middle of the road, there was no signs of life for miles. Anxious, he reached up to his neck to find the cut had gone all the way through, he realised he must have driven through a wire stretched across the road, and that he was definitely and irreversibly decapitated. Some moments passed and he could feel the weight of his head slowly moving, he let out a sigh and his head sailed forward and fell to the ground, he could see smoke from his last puff escaping from his exposed stump.
 
Mmm I loved it though. Reminds me of the final scene from 2001 Manics.
 
Totally, that scene would have me set for life if it wren't for the girl lol...
 
Eh I like all things that involve the slasher genra. So I liked both sides of that decap, though I do have to admit the guy got the better of the two decaps. I'm not exactly a fan of the jawline decap. I feel it ruins the asthetics of the head if you do that.
 
Like the intro to Ghost Ship, lawline decap not nearly as hot as a neck line would have been.
 
Yep. Though they did have some excelent bi-sections in that scene I will admit.
 
“UGH!”
My body fell into the river below. The current carried me away, the cool water flowing against my body, fish nibbling at my fingers, head,, and clothing. As I journeyed down the river, hitting a couple of rocks, I eventually go over a waterfall. Tumbling into the lake below, I came up, my body floating along the surface in a starfish position, before resting on the bank. A couple of trekkers passing by notice me. When I do not respond to their calls, they pull me out of the lake, and one of them pointlessly presses into my chest.
 
A man was hiking through the woods. Up ahead, he saw a young man lying spread eagle on the forest floor.
“Hey!” The man called, “You all right?”
The young man did not respond.
“Kid you all right?”
. He remained motionless. The man walked up to him. He looked like he was in his twenties, had blond hair with the fringe sticking up, wore trainers, jeans, and a denim jacket. The man saw on his dark blue t-shirt a stab wound. It was only after he laid his ear on his chest that he decided to call an ambulance.
 
He was lying outstretched on the wrestling floor, his upper body at a slightly different angle from the rest. The young man barely in his twenties had a hairless body, his eyes closed and his red lips puffed out, as if wanting to be kissed. The victor placed his boot on his fallen opponent’s chest, flexing over him before slipping off his red speedo as a trophy and rolling his body with his foot into a casket, which was then closed and carried away. The wrestler was later put on display on a slab with all the other dead wrestlers.
 
A wolf was walking through the woods, sniffing the air. He smelled blood. Up ahead he saw the ripped, naked body of a handsome youth lying near a path. Walking up to it, the wolf pressed his nose into the body chest, sniffing. It then licked the dead man’s face, the face unresponsive. . Walking around, inspecting, the wolf licked the blood trailing off from the wound from the dead man’s chest, and started devouring the left pec, before going for the right one. It then chomped his abs, and licked his dick before eating it, balls and all.
 
“I’ve never done this before,” the gorgeous stud moaned as I caressed his neck.

“Pity,” I said, and began to squeeze.

He bit his lip as his breath quickened. Golden hair, clear blue eyes, rolling back into his head. He thought he liked it.
I continued to squeeze. By the time he fought back, it was too late for him. He writhed as he died, his erect cock slapping against my body. His face flushed, eyes pleading. A jet of cum as he shuddered his last, full swollen tongue pushing between perfect lips. I kissed him, as the corpse cooled.
 
A crow perched itself on top of the chest of a naked young man, whose body was arched over a rock down the cliff. He had been executed by gangsters, then stripped and fucked before his body was thrown over the cliff. The crow pecked at his pecs. Soon other crows joined him, pecking at his abs, his muscles, and his eyes. When the flock dispersed, he was nothing but a skeleton.
 
Just Another Day

Alex walked into the male butcher's shop his notice in hand. The bearu for male meat selection had selected him for conversion. So he had a choice it was either make the trip to the state run faclity or go to his local male butcher. He approached the butcher Rob who nodded his head as he took him in the back. In the back the butcher pushed Alex over a table then after applyging some lube, shoved his cock into Alex's puckered rosebud. As he fucked him Alex suddenly had an orgasm. SCHLOCK!!. Alex's head rolled off into the bin.
 
Another Decap.
This is where my training comes in handy, making money as an assassin, but I had never been asked to take out a celebrity before.
Entering the hotel room was easy, (31) Gerard Butler was sitting mostly naked on the sofa, laughing at whatever shows he was watching.
One swing and his head rolled onto his own lap, with a smile frozen on his face, a perfect cut too, I was proud.
I left him there for room service to find.
 
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