59. Feast on yourself
FEAST ON YOURSELF
“Grab a knife,” I ordered.
Scott handed me a knife, and I cut open the front half of Jeff’s pants. Then his underwear. His dick stood at half-mast and I almost killed him there. Disgust rolled through me as I took the edge of the spiral cutter and yanked the head of his dick straight.
I shoved the hook of the cutting spiral into his hole. He screamed from behind the gag. Dustin and Cole stood there with a hand on his shoulder, keeping him still.
“I think it fits nicely,” I smirked as I placed my finger into the handle and started to turn.
Another scream was muffled. Jeff’s body thrashed as he screamed into the gag. Tears streamed down his face as I continued the slow turn, the first full circle.
Blood trickled across his cock’s head and slid down his length as he jerked.
Blood smeared against my hand. “hold him still boys, we wouldn’t want to ruin the meal before it’s cooked,” I told them.
They gripped him tighter as he fought with a renewed sense of self preservation and I smiled, cutting another circle into his skin as he thrashed, screaming.
As another ring spiraled downward, he passed out from the pain.
He was bleeding profusely now, and all I could do was laugh.
The man who’d taken everything from me since I was little crumpled and whimpering in pain.
I slapped his face hard, grabbing his chin and spitting in his face.
He looked at me with venomous hatred. I continued turning the spiral cutter slowly down to the base of his balls as he screamed.
His body shook in violent spasms as blood squirted across my dress and face.
Scott handed me a napkin, and I wiped the blood from my cheek. A small, victorious smile crossed mine.
“What do we say?” I asked as I ripped the gag away from his mouth.
He screamed at the top of his lungs, “HELP!”
Cole punched him so hard that there was a sickening crack as the bones in his nose shattered.
“Try again,” Cole barked.
Almost at the base of his dick, I turned the spiral cutter one last time as he wailed loudly, cursing at me.
It wasn’t nearly enough pain to rectify the pain he caused me. It hadn’t even begun to satisfy that dark hole that his very presence created.
“Say thank you.” I growled as I pulled the accordion-styled skin out, stretching it. The blood made my fingers slip as I uncurled the loops.
Jeff had lost it, screaming every obscenity he could manage. I just continued ripping parts of skin to form those soft, round chips of flesh. When I collected enough to cover the plate, I held the napkin with firm pressure on his dick to make sure he didn’t bleed out before I was done.
“Scott, will you be a dear and put these in the deep fryer, shouldn’t take long at all.”
“Yeah,” he replied, looking sickly green but taking the plate and walking away.
“I’m sorry, I —” Jeffery started but was cut off by Dustin’s fist colliding with his other cheek.
“That’s not a thank you.” he growled.
“P-p-please,” he begged. His body shaking as it went into shock.
The napkin was soaked in blood, and Jeff looked like he was about to pass out again. Maybe he drank too much wine.
“Keep trying,” Cole slammed his fist into Jeff’s jaw again.
Scott returned with the crispy dick on a silver tray and passed it over to me. They looked like poorly fried hog rinds, and I was ready to throw up at the thought of one of those.
“Open his mouth,” I ordered.
Jeff clamped his jaw shut, jerking against their hold. Dustin pinched his cheeks in and forced his mouth open while I picked up fried dick and shoved it in his open mouth. Dustin held his mouth closed while Cole pinched his nose closed.
“Swallow or suffocate.” Cole hissed.
Jeff’s eyes bulged as he couldn’t breathe, fighting until his face was red. Just when I thought he was going to end his miserable life sooner than I planned, I saw the bob of his Adam's apple and he swallowed.
“That wasn’t so bad was it?” I chuckled, holding another fried skin pinched between my fingers.
“Fuck you,” he spat.
“I think he needs a little something to wash it down, what do you think boys?”
“Absolutely,” they agreed, and Scott handed me the wine bottle.
“Flip him over.”