Live people don’t usually end up on my mortuary table; or, if they do, they never stay that way… But, this one was different: I began slicing into his skin and he gasped. His eyes opened wide but he seemed to be paralyzed. His pulse was weak, but it was there. Poor bastard must have been drugged or something by his wife. Well, he was mine now. The damn unlucky bastard was going to be my treat. He had an open casket, so I couldn’t leave any obvious marks (which wasn’t really a problem). But, I was in the mood for something different; and, I was excited by this living fucker on my table.
I used clothes-line pins to stretch his cock out over the white blanket. Fuck, he was a hairy mother-fucker! Then, I took my time, kicking him in the crotch. I kicked him with my black leather boots until his balls were swollen and purple. And then, it was time for the final act: I got out some fish hooks and opened up his pee hole until it was about the size of a dime…then a quarter. I jammed my scalpel in it and began fisting him with the blade. Blood was gushing out of his cock. He was losing so much blood that he was fading into unconsciousness. The son-of-a-bitch probably was wishing for death at that point. But, I laughed as he tried to scream; his mouth did not move. Either he was mute or the poison had rendered him immobilized. As a finishing touch, I took his bruised and battered cock…and I shoved it up his asshole. It’s a shame that I couldn’t tell the person who poisoned him what I had done; I think the individual would’ve been pleased.
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