| StepfatherFan |
01-30-2004 12:05 PM |
Hey, nice thread, Avenged. You got my creative braincells going. Sooooo Prepair to be SHOCKED!!!! Muahahahahahahahahaha!
How to torture and kill a guy by yours truly, StepfatherFan.
Like you were saying, torture is mandatory. So, it goes like this:
First I'd handcuff him to my bed and tie his feet down. Then, I'd make him think it was all just some crazy sex game. You know, I'd play with his dick for a few minutes, give him the whole "popscicle" treatment. Lick up and down his thighs, suck on his balls. Get him to the point where his dick is like a fucking lead pipe and it could blow any minute. THEN.....I would introduce a single page of stiff, heavyweight, medium grade typing paper and a container of Margaritta salt. I would then start making abrupt paper cuts on his penis with the typing paper. I'd start at the head, wedging the edge of the paper right in the center of the slit, and then quickly rip it across, and work my way down from there. I then produce yet another kind of paper, sandpaper that is. I wrap it around his dick, and procede to jerk him off with it. The friction being caused by the sandpaper against his tender, delicate penis flesh is making him scream quite a bit, so I stop and make a trip into the kitchen, so I can find something to plug his mouth up with. I cant seem to locate anything that would serve the purpose. As I pass by the kitchen window, I happen to notice a man, who appears to be homeless, climbing out of the garbage dumpster. As he lands on the ground, I notice that, in his right hand, he seems to be holding what appears to be an EXTREAMLY soiled pair of underpants. I get an idea, put my rubber gloves on, grab a ziploc bag, and head outside to speak with him. I approach him and ask him what he is doing with dirty underwear. He explains that, while dumpster diving, he needed to use the bathroom, but couldn't get out in time, and had an "accident" in his pants, which he had to change. I offer to buy the feces covered undergarment from him. He gives me an odd look and says that I can have them for nothing. I insist on paying him 5 bucks for them, he agrees, and I carefully place them in my ziploc bag and head back into the house. I enter the bedroom where my victim is now squirming and crying, and begging to be let go. I give him a nice, honest smile......and then I stuff the filthy drawers down his throat!!! No more screaming now. I then remove my clothing, grab the container of Margaritta salt, and begin rubbing bits of it into his inflamed dick flesh. His muffled screams become more intense. I then begin to lick the salt off; starting at the base and moving up to the head, where I twirl my tongue around it in repetative circles. He begins to get hard again. I wrap my lips around the head and slide my mouth all the way down to the bottom; gving him a total deep-throater. His screams are replaced with quick, heavy breaths and desperate panting. His hip movements become more franticly paced. I can tell that he is close once again, so I continue to suck on his cock. His body is sweaty and shaking, and he is just fixing to cum, when I......pull out a screwdriver from under the bed, take his penis out of my mouth, and shove the entive the entire length of the screwdriver down his urethera. His screams fill the room; the dirty underware does little good to stiffle them. I then pull out a big axe from under the bed and plant it right betrween his eyes. His blood and brains shower the walls. Later that night, I cut his body up into seperate parts, put them through a meat grinder, and use his flesh to make tacos which I serve to all of the neighborhood kids. :)
Gee I hope I don't get banned for this story. LOL
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