M+/m, Gay, Snuff, Cannibalism, Consensual, Extreme, Torture When Fantasies Meat By Coumadin (co-author Firebird) Ken was on the road when a storm came up, rain and hail lashed at the windscreen making it impossible to see. Instead of fighting it He pulled off the highway, found a motel and parked the car. Within half an hour of settling in his room Ken was bored. No TV or radio made for a very boring night. He put on his coat and decided to go into town. It wasn't a very big town, and the motel clerk gave him directions to a restaurant. Somehow he made a wrong turn and came across a seedy looking theatre. Ken scanned the movie posters, all gay shows. He checked his watch and saw that a combination gay and bdsm film had started five minutes ago. Ken thought about walking away. He was hungry but he also wanted to see the movie. After a few seconds of considering his options, Ken paid for a ticket, brought a large box of popcorn and entered the theatre. The theatre wasn't big at all. Some of the seats were broken and ripped in places. Popcorn from previous sessions covered the floor. Ken noted that the previews for other movies flickered on the big screen. Apart from a half a dozen people, it was fairly empty. He located a quiet seat to himself and tried to relax. After a few minutes the movie started, and it started in a big way. Within thirty seconds of the open title two guys had ripped each others clothes off and were fucking like rabbits. Ken smiled. His cock tingled and started it's slow procedure of becoming erect. Ken actually preferred women. But in the back of his mind he wondered if he could actually be taken like a submissive woman and fucked by guys. This thought alone made him very horny. At 54 he was in good shape. No longer a six pack, his belly was more like a keg. But who didn't have a pot belly these days. Ken heard a whisper a few rows behind him. He looked back and saw two guys checking him out. Ken just looked back at the screen. He has lost the plot of the movie. The previous two guys were now being fucked by a big black dude. He cock was huge. This was causing some of the screams and loud moaning from the two white guys. Ken wondered what it would be like to be one of the white guys. He had always felt strong and dominant all his life, but over the last couple of years he had a huge longing desire to be submissive. He wanted to be taken, used and abused. He wanted someone to simply come up to him and demand to have sadistic sex. Ken took a deep breath and slowly blew it out. He knew it would never happen. That's when he felt a presence beside him. He looked up. It was the two men from behind him. "Want a fuck?" said one of them dryly. Ken wanted to say, 'What?! No kiss or cuddle first.' He immediately scolded his quick wit. However before he could answer he heard a very loud voice from the far side of the theatre. "LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE!" All three of them looked over at the source. There were a trio of men slowly standing up. One white, one black and one oriental. He could see the oriental one had his cock hanging out. Ken felt like he was in the middle of what could quickly become a major battle. Without thinking Ken slowly shrunk down in his chair becoming less obvious. The two men beside him swore under their breath and moved quickly up the aisle. Ken watched them go. He looked back over to the trio and saw they were all looking at him. He gulped and considered his next move. What did animals do when nervous. They pissed. Good thinking he thought. He got up and went to the exit while keeping an eye on the trio. He made it out the door and immediately went to the bathroom. The two men were no where to be seen. Ken ripped down his fly, fumbled out his cock and tried to calm his body down so he could piss. Breathing slowly he started to relax. But that ceased as soon as he heard the door to the bathroom open and close. The three men filed into the room and stood less than two metres away. Ken watched all this through the big mirror in front of him. He could see them and they could certainly him. Cornered like a rat and feeling a little exposed, Ken felt a warm rush though his body. He decided to let his submissive nature kick in. He wondered if this wasn't fate after all. He undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. He pulled down his underwear and slowly turned around to the trio. "Hiya fellas." said Ken, with his cock pointing at them like a gun. The trio simply looked at him. Then the black guy, who seemed to be the leader, stepped forward. He smiled meekly at Ken but Ken couldn't tell if it was real or fake. The man nodded at his crotch. "Nice balls." Ken smiled. "Thanks." "Have they ever been whipped?" Ken shook his head. "Want them to be?" Ken knew this was decision time. He could pull his pants up and walk away and that would be the end of it. Or he could answer the man's question and see what happens next. Ken took his penis in his hand and started to stroke it. "What are you guys going to do if I let you have me?" he asked. The black man laughed and turned his head back to his friends. They smiled. "We'll do whatever we fucking like with you, boy." Ken felt a pleasant shiver go down his spine. He enjoyed the feeling. But another thought occured. He felt like he was still in control. He was leading the conversation. This was not what he wanted. Ken reached down and pulled up both his underwear and pants. He walked up to the black man and stared him in the eyes. "If you have to ask if I want a fuck, then you're a fucking moron!" Ken knew it wasn't the best words he could use but hey, he didn't think the trio had the guts to do what he wanted. He started to walk pass the black man when a hand caught his shoulder. Ken turned his head and was struck across the jaw by a fist. Ken went down to the ground. He shook his head but before he could recover got two good kicks to the gut. Groaning Ken felt fingers grabbing his hair to make him look up. "How about you and us go out somewhere quiet. There'll be some whipping of your balls, a lot of fucking your little white ass and other stuff. And hey, if we're feeling generous, we might even let you live. But we like eating white folk like you for lunch so somehow I don't think you'll be alive by tomorrow night." The black man then forced Ken's mouth open and dribble some spit in. Ken swallowed it. "I'm looking forward to it." he hissed. Despite the black man's strong grip, Ken even forced a smile. "No mercy." said the white guy. "No mercy." said the oriential guy. "No mercy." said the black guy. "No mercy." responded Ken to all three. The black man laughed and the trio picked Ken up. Ken was slung over the oriental's shoulder and taken out to a ute. Ken was thrown into the back. His gut still hurt but he said nothing. "Where are you staying?" asked the white guy. "Paradise Motel. My Honda is in parked in front." said Ken. The white guy went to the motel. He dropped two hundred bucks in the owner's hand for the room key. Within a few minutes Ken heard his Honda pulling up beside the ute. "Got everything?" called the oriental. "Yep, bags, clothes, car, the lot." The black and oriental men drove the ute, with Ken in the back. The white guy drove Ken's car. Ken took stock of his situation. He was about to be brutally fucked, whipped, tortured by a trio of men and probably eaten. Funny enough, he wasn't worried. Even the idea of cannibalism didn't phase him. I'm finally a real submissive he thought. Ken banged his head for the seventh or eighth time on the bottom in the back of the ute. The night was completely dark, no moon anywhere. The Honda and the ute were the only light source for miles around. The smell of grass and manure invaded Ken's senses. For close to an hour they drove. The men in the ute talked and laughed. Ken wasn't involved in the conversation. But he was a submissive now, he had no right to involve himself in his masters business. Finally the ute pulled up to a halt. The low rumbling sound of the engine died away and was replaced by two loud bangs as the men closed their doors. Ken was pulled out of the ute and walked along with his new masters to a campsite. The black man held his shoulder and Ken knew he was very strong. His grip could hold down a birthing cow, it would certainly be enough to hold him in place. Finally after walking for ten minutes the four men arrived at the campsite. A large home-built cabin was losing a battle between the local animals and the bushes trying to overtake it. The white man kicked the door open and Ken was forced in through the door. Ken walked in and immediately shoved his arms forward before he fell onto his face. The floor was a half foot lower than the outside. With dust on his face Ken swore. The trio just laughed. One of them men flicked a light-switch and Ken moaned as the bright light hurt his eyes. It took him a few seconds to blink away the pain. When he could see he quickly knew he was in the right place. Decorating the walls were various magazine pictures of men in distress. A few women were in peril but Ken ignored those. That's when it hit home, Ken was theirs. No one would come looking for him. He was alone, out-numbered and theirs. A combination of fear and warmth engulfed Ken as he looked around. The oriental man lit a fire which was situated in the middle of the room. Over it was a large bucket. The water within the bucket started to warm up. The oriential man also pushed some branding irons into the fire to heat up. The black man signalled to Ken. Ken walked over to him. "Remove all your clothes." Ken blinked at the order but quickly recovered. He took off his coat, trousers and shirt. Within a minute he stood before the men in all his glory. His cock was hard and sticking outwards. The men devoured his very sight. Even though the air was cool, Ken felt very warm. Over the space of the next half an hour he was told to move into different positions. Sometimes lying on his belly on the floor and spreading his asscheeks. Other times he was told to stroke his cock, but not to cum. Finally the water was boiling. The oriental man took a cutthroat from his bedside table. Using the hot water to wet down Ken's skin he proceeded to remove all his body hair. After forty minutes Ken was completely bare apart from the hair on his head. The cool air tickled Ken's skin as the water cooled down. All the while Ken was being shaved he imagined various images of what would soon be happening to him. Throughout his life he had always enjoyed fantasies of sadism on women. He never truly enjoyed the pictures of purple breasts, bloodied body parts, etc. Even though he enjoyed whip marks, branding and eventually cooking them alive. While his time with the men would be short and sweet, Ken knew his death would be both horrifying and painful. But he was going to serve his masters no matter what they did to him. He wanted to please them, nothing else mattered. When Ken was cleaned of his body hair he suggested he helped his masters to relax. They agreed. He helped the trio strip from their clothes. The fire had warmed the cabin considerably. Ken kissed them on the cheek, thanked them for bringing him here and being so lustful towards him. He knew he would not enjoy the actual physical acts ahead of him, but they deserved the pleasure he was about to give them. It was what he was for, it was his fate. Each man watched and lightly masturbated as they got their turns. Ken did them one at a time, starting at their feet. He first massaged, then lightly licked and sucked on their toes, gently swirling his tongue around them. Then he proceeded up their bodies, massaging and lightly kissing. He took their balls in his mouth, breathed hot air on them and sucked. He licked up and down their shafts, again swirling his tongue around the knobs. They turned over, he massaged and kissed their backs, buttocks and legs. He ran is tongue gently up and down their bum cracks, penetrating deeper each time. When his tip reached the anus he licked aggressively and sucked, stimulating them, making them wiggle. They turned back over, pushing their cocks in his mouth, feeding him their seed. When they settled down, they tied him in a makeshift rack. His head was supported but bent back slightly, this way they could have use of his tongue for more rim jobs and any other licking they wanted. For some reason they also put a pail under his head. His bum was raised so that it was actually higher than his head. This allowed for access, both for whipping and anal sex. His legs were spread wide and knees bent allowing access to the tops and bottoms of his feet. They did not gag him, they wanted to hear his moans and pleas. Once again they ran their hands over him, talking more and more about eating him. they began to lick him all over then bite him. They bit hard. Ken screamed. They then sat back and admired their sub. The trio relaxed with some beers and openingly talked about his impending death. They all agreed it should be slow and painful. They each opened up a box, containing small, nasty, little clothes pins. They placed them all over his body, around and on his nipples, all over his back and the sides of his feet. They took out full size clothes pins and placed them on his toes and fingers. They hurt, They hurt a lot. Ken moaned in pain. "Wait till we start taking them off." the oriental said, laughing and full of nothing but a desire to cause pain. They tied a leather harness around his penis knob and pulled until they almost ripped his penis off. They secured the leather strip to a hook in the wall making his penis a perfect target for whipping. They took turns whipping his cock. Quickly it turned purple and extremely sensitive. Ken cried for mercy but received none. Then came the wax. The white and oriental man held candles over his body and poured wax onto him. They stung at first and then sizzled to burn the skin. When the wax cooled the men took turns to whip it off Ken's aching body. Concentrating on the bum, penis and feet. They screwed him hard and without mercy. Ken's asshole was about the size of a 50cent piece. Ken snorted and yelled for relief but this only urged the men on. All the while they kept drinking their beer. Soon Ken found out what the pail was for. They shoved their cocks down his throat and pissed. The pail caught the over flow. Ken gagged on their cocks a couple of times but the men forced him to swallow their urine. Then came the branding irons. The men wrapped rags around their hands to avoid being burnt. Ken wasn't so lucky. They tapped his body all over with the tips of the red hot irons. Ken screamed again and again. When he was covered in blisters the black man subjected Ken's asshole and balls to the irons. Ken pleaded for mercy, but got none. He smelt the sizzle of burnt flesh as it wafted over them. Finally exhausted then men poured the pail of urine over Ken. The urine burned and stung Ken's tortured body. The men left Ken stretched fully on the rack while they went to bed. For the next eight hours Ken didn't sleep, he couldn't. The pain and aching was keeping him conscious. Daylight broke through the window and after another hour the men finally got up. They had a shower and left Ken on the rack while they were busy outside. Another hour later they came in and untied Ken. Ken took a few minutes before he could fully feel his legs enough to walk. Ken was taken outside and made to sit on a rough tree log. He was given some herbs and told to eat them. He did as he was ordered. Within ten minutes Ken was throwing up and shitting on the log. He had been ordered to stay sitting there and despite the pain and cramps, that's what he did. Half an hour later Ken had finished purging himself. He felt completely and utter cleaned out. Ken was washed down with a bucket of water. It was freezing but he followed his orders to stay where he was. Finally the time had arrived. Ken's hands and ankles were secured together. The black man easily lifted him over his shoulder. After walking a few meters Ken saw where they were heading. He could see a large steel tank of cold water. The white man had set a fire underneath it. Ken was dropped into the tank. With his hands and ankles tied he could do nothing but sit in the water and wait. Thankfully the water didn't take long to heat up. However as it slowly got hotter and hotter Ken was squirming and finally begged to be let out. He got his wish. Ken was pulled out. He realised the tank was only to clean him of any muck and sterilize his body. He was carried to a large wooden table. Ken was rolled onto his side and the men took turns in shoving fistful size amounts of stuffing into his anus. Tears streamed down Ken's hot cheeks as more and more stuffing was jammed into his rear. Once done the men using a large needle and twine to sew his ass cheeks together. Ken was held down by the black and oriental men while the white guy completed the sewing. Ken's cock never lost it's erection once. Finally they were finished. Ken was placed onto a large metal grill with hot coals underneath. Ken was hogtied and could barely move. He quickly was in agony but so wanted to please his masters. Ken felt something cool on his back and saw he was being basted. For the next four hours Ken slowly cooked within his own body. Every ten minutes or so he was basted and turned over. He screamed, pleaded and cried for mercy. But he wasn't about to get any. When Ken could see though his tears he saw the men stroking their cocks. They were enjoying his pain. His horrifying pain. When Ken was near death he felt the men lift him off the grill and over to the table. The cool wood was a blessing. Ken's body was burnt and would never fully recover. But the mens intention wasn't to save anything apart from their lunch over cooking itself. Ken felt his ropes being cut. He allowed the men to lie him on his back spread eagle. They then held him down while the black man gutted him. Ken groaned as a knife was thrust into his chest. It ripped through his torso down to his pubic bone. Vital organs poured their contents and blood out into the cavity while the black man removed his intestines. Ken felt every single organ being removed and was helpless to stop it. Ken took one final breath and screamed. It was his last. He closed his eyes satisfied that he had done his duty to his masters. In the final moments before he departed he contented himself on his masters eating his corpse. The trio enjoyed their meal and threw the leftovers to the dogs. Sitting around drinking moonshine and wine while rubbing their fat bellies, the trio agreed the meat was the tenderest they had ever eaten. With a couple of huge burps the men cleaned up the area, dumped the Honda into the lake and went home.
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