horgula
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When I give in to deathlust, it will be with a round through the pump, self-delivered if need be, though preferred as a final act of love from my lover...
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For me, just being manipulated, played as a toys, and taken in a photo llike a hunt trophee. After, the guys cut my penis, cocks, fisting my ass and cut my body in piece...
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Firstly an end to the stupidly long appeal times and immediate execution of the murderer. Muscular jock body no less than 18 stripped and mounted onto the gurney. Dragged there kicked and screaming his limbs fastened in tightly. His young strong muscular body struggling in vain to break the solid leather straps keeping his bulging arms locked tightly in place and a stethoscope and microphone secured over his beating heart filling the entire room with the sound of it it surging in terror... No one there but me and him and the needle that will end his life and seeing it will make him frantically struggle for his freedom.. I will stare into those bright blue eyes looking deep into his soul as the needle pushes inside his chest and punctures his strong beating heart watching as his powerful body arches out in pain and the last few pumps as his heart stops beating and his body relaxes and he lets out his last breath and dies... Before he goes for immediate cremation I want my prize.. With every young muscle stud I take from this world I remove and keep their hearts with a picture to remember the stud it belonged to
The best way to death? I have two.
My first way to death would be to be beheaded one by one men are led forward and forced to kneel and then we are beheaded one at a time. I watch in horror as the other men are executed and know I will suffer the same gruesome death shortly. When I am next in line I am brought forward by a couple of rough guards and made to drop to my knees onto the blood soaked ground where some of the other men have already died. Now I must kneel there with my neck exposed and wait for the sword to slice off my head and dispatch me from this life. Sweat runs down my chest. My heart is pounding and my stomach churning. The executioner approaches and I see the blade up close - a massive razor sharp sword already wet with the blood of some of the other men. He makes a tiny cut on my bare neck - so a drop of blood will show him where to aim for a perfect decapitation. Then he raises the sword and twirls it a bit to get some speed and force. Then - bam - it comes down on the back of my neck and slices through my spine and out my throat. My brain is concious enough to see my head hitting the ground and my body above me with blood spurting from my neck stump. Then my body crumples forward and I realise I am beheaded and dying fast. Everything goes red then black. Soon my headless corpse will be loaded onto the truck that brought us here and all our executed bodies taken away for disposal. But our severed heads will be impaled on poles and left on display for a few days (till we start to rot).