Tonight was supposed to be just a bondage gang bang, a friend I’d met on FetLife convinced for me to submit to over a dozen men,
complete strangers, no set rules, no turning back, no limits. It wasn’t until I saw the guillotine that I realized I was in for far
more than a night of tight bondage and multi-orgasmic sex. It seems I'd unwittingly volunteered to be the center of attention at an
erotically diabolic torture porn snuff party.
Staring at all those men, their faces concealed beneath their medieval executioner’s hoods, their massive erections clearly visible through their skin-tight leather pants, I felt a sudden and overwhelmingly masochistic rush. I was finally going to experience my ultimate submissively erotic fantasy. Tonight, I was theirs to do with as they pleased, every orifice of my body destined to be brutally used and ravaged without mercy. Then, when they grew tired of the pleasures of my flesh, wouldn’t hesitate to kill me merely for their sadistic amusement.
I just hoped the last one to use me would seriously fuck me over, his cock, balls deep in my ass, his cum erupting inside me as he releases that guillotine’s deadly blade. Curiously, while I’ve never told anyone, dying like this has always been one of my darkest erotic fantasies...