What would be your favorutie or wanting way to DIE?

rent as an homless escortboy. Client dealed out with my agency a selling price without my knowing.
I am just to go for a new escort date and come never back.
maybe they hang me on their private cellar gallows after abusing and flogging me!
 
We are camping out in Arizona, its been hot all day and we completed a 5 mile hike in almost straight up pathways. We take a dip in the nearby lake, leave our clothes off and walk back to the camp site. The fire is going, mostly to keep animals out of the camp, it is dark and he offers to give me a back rub, knowing my muscles are aching. It starts out very relaxing, and I almost drift off with eyes closed, I don't notice he has slipped his belt around my neck until it is tightening down on my throat! I struggle as he pulls on the belt, cinching it, my hands clawing at the damn leather cutting off my air. He slams his dick into me and is really pounding me. Now he pulls me up from lying on the ground with the belt, as I struggle he bends me over a nearby rock. His hot breath on my neck as I twist and turn, his rampaging tool driving me crazy in my ass. I grab a quick breath, inflating my lungs as he loosens it for just a moment... on purpose. Now his mouth is on my neck, chewing, then biting, blood starts to flow down my upper chest, he has bit into my jugular vein! As he continues to pump into me my own dick is scraping against the rock and I know I am going to cum. I'm probably dying which makes it even more erotic. As I cum, he pulls the belt tight again, forcing my head up and as I struggle to breath I see the flash of silver come past my head. In an instant my left pec catches fire from the knife he has plunged into it. I cum again as he does in my ass, and slump to the ground.
 
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We are camping out in Arizona, its been hot all day and we completed a 5 mile hike in almost straight up pathways. We take a dip in the nearby lake, leave our clothes off and walk back to the camp site. The fire is going, mostly to keep animals out of the camp, it is dark and he offers to give me a back rub, knowing my muscles are aching. It starts out very relaxing, and I almost drift off with eyes closed, I don't notice he has slipped his belt around my neck until it is tightening down on my throat! I struggle as he pulls on the belt, cinching it, my hands clawing at the damn leather cutting off my air. He slams his dick into me and is really pounding me. Now he pulls me up from lying on the ground with the belt, as I struggle he bends me over a nearby rock. His hot breath on my neck as I twist and turn, his rampaging tool driving me crazy in my ass. I grab a quick breath, inflating my lungs as he loosens it for just a moment... on purpose. Now his mouth is on my neck, chewing, then biting, blood starts to flow down my upper chest, he has bit into my jugular vein! As he continues to pump into me my own dick is scraping against the rock and I know I am going to cum. I'm probably dying which makes it even more erotic. As I cum, he pulls the belt tight again, forcing my head up and as I struggle to breath I see the flash of silver come past my head. In an instant my left pec catches fire from the knife he has plunged into it. I cum again as he does in my ass, and slump to the ground.
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very hot would love to die with a cock and load of cum deep in my ass

you in arizona?
 
Damn....Hot Damn:horny::horny::horny::horny::stroke:
 
my ideal death would be strangled from behind with a wire garrote...full naked, my cock hard as a rock...my long tongue protruding a lot...all my veins in my neck and penis marked!!
 
I've been invited to visit Germany by a guy I met online. I think I'm going to be taken to the Oktoberfest in München, but instead I've ended up in a gloomy cellar - I don't know where it is. I'm wearing a pair of tight, clean white briefs and nothing else. My bare hairy legs are shaking, my whole body is trembling with fear, and I breathe faster and faster as the noose begins to tighten round my neck.

My executioner is 'The Pup', a tall, skinny German guy, with dark and smouldering eyes. The Pup hasn't long to live. I know this, because I'm about to die, and I can see the worlds of both the living and the dead. Some day soon, one of his intended victims will take him by surprise at the entrance to the cellar, loop a cord round his neck and begin to tighten it remorselessly. The Pup will fight with savage desperation, because he's fierce and proud and no way will he die squealing like a bitch. But though he knots his fingers in his attacker's greasy hair and tries to pull him off balance his struggles are hopeless, and at the end he is reduced to clawing futilely at the cord that is choking him. He comes in his pants and loses consciousness.

But his attacker hasn't finished with him yet. He loosens the cord and waits patiently for him to come round, then he repeats the whole process. He does this no fewer than five times, and each time the Pup puts up a fierce fight. He comes over and over again, but his struggles are getting progressively weaker, and at the end his strength is spent and his load is spent. But he'll die still trying to fuck the air like some men do, because his spirit can't be broken and his pride and his rage will burn inside him like a fire till the very end.

At last his attacker is satisfied. The Pup killed his kid brother some six months previously, and he's been tracking him down like a hound from hell ever since, and now his brother is finally avenged and can be laid to rest. He gives a sudden savage jerk with the cord and the Pup dies instantly, his neck broken. The triumphant avenger stands for a moment looking down at his lifeless body, then turns it over with his foot, and in a last gesture of contempt he unzips his flies and pisses into the Pup's open mouth...

But that is for the future. At the moment the Pup still lives, and I am about to die. And I'm not brave and fine. As the noose continues to tighten round my neck, I beg him, "No, man, please don't. I don't want to die. Please man, don't do it..." But then I am hoisted into the air. The Pup has an amazing wiry strength. My legs flail and kick and I fight desperately to free my arms, but he has bound my wrists too tightly. In my terror and my pain I cry, "Ah! No! Mom... I want my Mom... aaarghh... Mommy PLEASE!" But then I can cry no longer. The noose has choked the breath out of me. My skinny, puny body twists and convulses like a fish on the end of a line, or a feather held in a flame. An intensely erotic burning, buzzing sensation spreads like fire from my ruined throat down my arms and legs until my tormented body is ablaze, and then everything explodes into a brilliant burst of light. My little prick, straining against the cotton briefs, shoots its final load, the beautiful light fades and goes out, and I am dead.

And I'll meet the Pup in hell. We'll clasp each other in a tight embrace, and remain locked in that embrace, burning in hell forever.
 
yeah micky! and u know "the pup" is even a young boy pup like you! muahahaha!! great story!
 
aw thanks, buddy! glad you like my story, cos I wrote it thinking about you! you and me, deutsche pup, do you think we'll burn in hell together?

:RIP::RIP:
 
Micky said:
aw thanks, buddy! glad you like my story, cos I wrote it thinking about you! you and me, deutsche pup, do you think we'll burn in hell together?

:RIP::RIP:
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yeah boner boy! we will! two skinny boy pups in hell. dirty and sweaty..and even serval time hanged there!
 
JValdez said:
:stroke::load:X5:aha:
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One thing worries me buddy. When I arrive in hell everything I bring with me is going to ignite in the heat, isn't it?

Frying tonight: 1 scrawny Brit, 1 soiled pair of briefs, and 125 bags of chips!

:retard:!
 
I'm glad you liked it, muntzsd. Thank you

I'm a story-teller, that's me, too timid ever to try acting out what I write about in real life with real people. Sometimes people seem to think my stories are true. Well they are really, but they only exist inside my head. I'm just a teller of stories about myself. That's all I am.
 
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my favorite would be a blade , straight in the bellybutton.....push easy and slow...don't want you or me to miss a thing...should take awhile i imagine....
 
A blade to the belly would be good,after being seriously used and abused with luck, then a nice hard final stab right into my heart.
A second way that has always had a big pull for me would be to be tied naked to a post (outdoors) or against a wall (indoors) while my killer used a pistol or crossbow to shoot me in the belly and then work up to my heart or head for the finale
 
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