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This story contains explicit sexual content and imagery. There are fantasies of male to male sexual contact, torture, and cannibalism. Do not read if you do not like such content and do not comment on your disgust as you have been warned.
Collection of short stories of thriller, sadist, horror, harem male imagination
Scientists around the world have discovered a regeneration formula.
This formula is very helpful in the medical world. It takes the form of molecules the size of atoms that are injected into the patient's body and can form new cells to replace dead ones.
Instead of using it for medical purposes, cannibalistic individuals have repurposed the formula for an extreme application in the realm of natural resources—specifically, meat production. These scientists have developed an alternative formula to enhance the existing regeneration formula while also creating a regeneration machine the size of an adult human body. The objective is to produce large quantities of meat voluntarily and without threatening the human population.
The formula they created was compatible with the existing regeneration formula, but the new formula had side effects. Its users became addicted to pain; the pain they experienced responded to the sexual satisfaction of the formula users. The more pain they felt, the more their sexual desire peaked until they reached unparalleled satisfaction.
Tom Steven was the first man to be used as a test subject for the formula. He was 180 cm tall and weighed 85 kg, with a muscular and handsome physique, a pointed nose, and a neat beard covering his lower jaw. The formula was injected into his body, and a week later he was slaughtered so that his meat could be cooked. Then, his meat would be put into a regeneration machine and brought back to life. Tom was handsome and had a muscular body, the result of years of hard work at the gym. He worked as a gay porn actor and was diagnosed with heart disease due to excessive steroid use, which is why he voluntarily became a test subject.
Three days passed after Tom was injected with the formula. There was nothing unusual about his physical condition; in fact, his heart disease was completely cured. However, there was something strange in his mind, and his sexual desire had increased. The cannibal scientists attempted to perform physical tests on Tom. He was stripped naked, his hands and feet tightly bound to the sides in an X shape, then whipped repeatedly. Tom felt intense pain and an overwhelming sense of arousal, his penis becoming erect and hard. Tom was whipped until he reached climax and ejaculated.
The following days, physical tests were conducted on him, at Tom's own request, without coercion and with full awareness. He wanted to be hurt; he wanted to feel more pain, the side effects of the regeneration formula, until the day Tom would be slaughtered. There was no doubt or sadness in him; in fact, he was very happy knowing that his body would be cut up while he was still alive.
Tom's body was laid naked on an iron table, his wrists and ankles tied tightly to each corner of the table. Two people were ready to slaughter Tom, one holding a small chainsaw, the other holding Tom's muscular right arm tightly.
"Are you ready, Tom?" said the man holding the chainsaw.
"Yeah, I'm ready anytime," said Tom, who was already erect.
The chainsaw was turned on and its blade touched the armpit of Tom's right arm. The skin and muscles were torn instantly, blood spurted and flowed everywhere. Tom screamed hysterically, his body trembling, his face contorted in pain, his penis hardening as the saw continued to cut through muscle and bone until his right arm was severed. Without pause, the man began cutting his left arm.
Aaaaahhhhh oh Fuuuuucckkk, Tom screamed in pain.
I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oohh Fuucckkk, Tom screamed as he shot his semen onto his broad chest.
Tom's two muscular arms were detached from his body, blood continued to flow from his wounds, Tom breathed a sigh of relief, but the torture was not over yet. The two men approached Tom's right leg, one of them untied his ankle, then lifted it slightly to the side so that his groin was wide open.
The chainsaw was turned on again, its blade cutting through the skin and muscle right at the front of his groin. The thick muscles were clearly visible, twitching. Tom screamed in pain, his body tensing up, his penis erect again. The chainsaw continued to tear through the flesh of his front thigh to the bottom, then moved to the top of his thigh.
Aaaaahhhhhhh oh Fuuuuucckkk, Tom screamed in pain.
I'm cumming again, I'm cumming again, oohh Fuucckkk, Tom screamed as he ejaculated semen mixed with blood.
This time there was more blood splattering everywhere, the saw continued to cut deep, until Tom's right leg was completely severed from his torso, while his penis remained erect and throbbing. His left thigh was sawed, thick red flesh swaying, Tom lost a lot of blood and almost lost consciousness, but they splashed cold water on Tom's face and brought him back to consciousness. The cutting continued, the saw continued to cut deep, through the bone and flesh of his lower thigh until it was severed.
One person carried Tom's arms and legs to the iron table next to him, took a sharp knife and began to cut his palms and feet. The blade sliced through the elbow joints of his arms, cutting them in two. Then they hung his legs and began to cut through his knee joints, until his thighs and calves were separated and fell onto the table.
Now only his head and torso remain. Tom's body is lifted and hung by meat hooks pierced between his shoulder blades. Tom is still alive, though barely conscious. A bucket is placed directly beneath his hanging body. His penis is pulled out and slowly sliced until it is severed. His testicles are pulled out of their sac. then his six-pack stomach was cut open until all the contents of his stomach came out, his buttocks were cut open and sliced, as was his chest, all his muscles were sliced until his skeleton was visible, and finally his neck was slit until his head was severed.
Tom's body parts were washed and cleaned, all the meat was processed while the inedible parts were thrown away in a bucket, such as the organs and bones.
The thigh, calf, upper and lower arm, buttock, chest, and back muscles were all skinned and cut into small pieces for processing, while his head was preserved for display.
A piece of Tom's flesh was taken and placed in the regeneration machine. At first, nothing happened, and the cannibal scientists almost gave up hope. However, after an hour had passed, the piece of flesh began to move and pulsate, gradually growing little by little. The regeneration machine was successful, although it took three days to completely restore Tom's body to life.
The initial stage of the experiment went smoothly, but the cannibal scientists did not want to be complacent. They would conduct several more tests before they were completely sure of the results of the formula and the regeneration machine, whether it worked properly or not, and whether there were any other side effects.
After Tom Steven was declared fully recovered, he would undergo three more tests: the first test would involve castration and being roasted alive, the second test would involve being cut piece by piece, and the third test would involve being skinned and slaughtered.
A week had passed, and Tom had fully recovered. He kept pressuring the scientists to conduct the second phase of the experiment as soon as possible. He desperately wanted to feel pain; this addiction was consuming his thoughts.
Tom can only resist his addiction for three days. After three days, he starts to feel restless and unable to sleep. His mind is filled with a strong desire to feel pain, and his sexual desire increases dramatically.
The time has come for the second phase of the experiment. Tom cheers with excitement when he hears the news. He is immediately taken to a well-known restaurant in the area.
Tom entered a completely different space, a processing world, where the harsh white light from long neon lights on the ceiling flowed down, illuminating the shiny white ceramic floor beneath his feet as if it had just been polished. The air here felt warm, thick with the complex aroma of spices and steam billowing from large pots cooking something, assaulting his nostrils directly.
Tom's eyes swept around the room, taking in a row of modern industrial equipment, a large metal table in the center, a pulley system with horizontal steel bars hanging from the ceiling, a large industrial oven with a thick steel door big enough to hold an adult, and a silent bone grinder in a dark corner that emitted a silent threat.
Nearby was a cleaning area with handheld metal tools. At the far end of the room, a large industrial refrigerator emitted a faint chill, causing the air around it to tighten.
The room seemed to shrink in the presence of Hector, a professional chef at the restaurant. His cold brown eyes remained fixed on Tom, never leaving him.
Hector approached him until he was standing directly in front of Tom, his dominant aura filling the entire room. He reached out, hooked his fingers into the collar of Tom's tight white cotton T-shirt, which already highlighted the outline of his erect nipples, looking stiff even untouched, and ripped it down with brutal force.
A sharp tearing sound ripped through the air. The fabric split, revealing Tom's full, muscular chest. Hector grabbed both sides of the torn shirt and slowly pulled it up, revealing a defined, sharp six-pack and an alluring V-shape that pointed downward. Tom obediently raised his arms until the shirt was completely pulled over his head and thrown into the corner of the kitchen.
Hector's hands then traced the slim curve of Tom's waist to the metal button of his dark blue jeans. A dry, raspy sound was heard as the zipper was pulled down. The gray fabric of his underwear began to show, stained by dark, wet spots of semen that had quietly spread across the material stretched over his swollen penis.
Hector's fingers hooked onto the waistband of the pants while gripping the denim fabric tightly. With extraordinary strength, he pulled everything down in one decisive motion, fully exposing Tom's erect penis and his round, firm buttocks.
His large, possessive hands explored freely and without hesitation, assessing the firmness of Tom's chest and abdominal muscles before moving to his thighs, buttocks, and along his spine. Everything was done with the relaxed authority of someone handling raw material. Hector's eyes observed every inch of Tom's smooth, almost pore-less, bright skin. His skin was flawless except for the naturally darker pigmentation around his nipples and groin. Under his rough, appraising touch, Tom's skin began to flush with arousal.
Each time Hector pressed his muscles firmly, his long, shiny black apron gaped slightly, revealing a glimpse of his sweaty, glistening hips and stomach, which Tom couldn't help but notice. Hector watched, catching the clear look of desire in the man's eyes.
"Tight flesh, tight and elastic skin. Truly first-class material," Hector said, his voice rumbling low.
"I... I'm honored by your praise, sir," Tom stammered in response.
CONTINUED