My name is Les and I’ve Been preparing for this moment for two years. My whole life I’ve dreamt and fantasized about what I’m about to embark on.

As a child, I knew I was different. I didn’t fit in with the other kids at school and always felt like an outsider. My interests were not the same as theirs, and I found myself drawn to things that they didn’t seem to notice.

One of those things was male legs. I remember seeing a man’s legs in shorts and feeling a strange fascination with them. It may sound strange, but I found myself captivated by the beauty of the male leg. There was something about the way they moved and looked that drew me in.

Over time, this fixation grew into something more complex and sinister. I began to find myself dreaming of seeing those legs destroyed and the person that owned them dead. I dreamed of seeing them eaten by monsters or cut up by a killer. I know now that this was not a healthy mindset to have, but at the time, I felt completely consumed by my fantasies.

As I grew older, this fascination turned into an interest in the aesthetic male body. I found myself drawn to the way that men looked, their muscles and their curves. And it wasn’t just a passing interest – it was something that consumed me.

As I grew older, my fixation on male legs evolved into an interest in the male body as a whole. I realized that it wasn’t just legs that I found attractive – it was the entirety of the male physique. I would spend hours online, looking at pictures of muscular, toned men and dreaming of what it would feel like to touch them.

It wasn’t long before my fascination took an even darker turn. I found myself dreaming of seeing those fine bodies in a state of death. The idea of a man’s body, once so full of life and strength, now lifeless and still, was something that consumed me.

I know now that this is not something that most people find appealing, but at the time, it was the only thing that seemed to make sense to me.

At first, I tried to ignore these feelings. I told myself that it was just a phase and that I would grow out of it. But as I got older, the fascination with dead men’s bodies only grew stronger. Quite quickly my thoughts would turn to me dreaming of killing those sexy guys, seeing their bodies fall limp and lifeless before me and finally have my wicked way with them.

Looking back now, I realize that I was not “normal” in the traditional sense of the word. I had a fascination with things that other people found strange or uncomfortable. But even so, I have come to accept that this is who I am.

Thinking back on my childhood and adolescence, it’s clear to me that I always knew I was different. It was only as I grew older and learned to understand these powerful feelings that I realized how complex my personal journey truly was. Today, I have come to embrace my fascination with the male form, both living and dead, and I have finally figured that I was put on this earth to ensure I made my fantasies become a reality.

As I stared out at the sprawling acreage of my new ranch in southern Florida, I felt a sense of satisfaction wash over me. For years, I had been planning for this moment – the moment when I would finally have a place of my own to carry out my desires.

The ranch was perfect for my purposes. With its isolated location and expansive land, I could operate without fear of being detected. I had already begun constructing a variety of secret structures and underground tunnels, ensuring that no evidence would be left behind.

But it wasn’t just the ranch itself that made me feel secure. It was the state of Florida as a whole – with its tropical climate and endless dumping grounds, from swamps to forests to the Everglades to the ocean. Everywhere around me, there was an abundance of wildlife and untouched wilderness that provided ample space to dispose of my victims’ bodies.

I knew that some might consider Florida a risky choice, given the state’s reputation for crime and danger. But to me, that reputation only made it all the more perfect. With so many seedy elements already present, it would be easy to blend in and operate unnoticed.

Of course, there were still risks to be managed. Every move I made had to be calculated and precise, ensuring that I left behind no clues or evidence. But I was confident that I could handle whatever challenges came my way.

As I stood there on my new ranch, I felt a sense of power and control like never before. With all the resources I needed to carry out my desires, I knew that I was unstoppable. And with Florida’s endless landscape serving as my canvas, there was no telling how far I could go.

The time was near, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. After two long years of preparation, I am finally ready to embark on my mission – to seek out and kill aesthetic young men.

It’s not a decision I came to lightly. I spent months grappling with my desires – the urge to see beautiful male bodies, both alive and dead. In the end, however, I knew it was something I needed to do. For years, I have felt like an outsider in this world, my desires running counter to what is considered “normal” or acceptable. But in this moment, as I prepare to act on those desires, I feel alive in a way I have never felt before.

Of course, I have gone to great lengths to ensure that I will not be caught. I have created new aliases, searched every avenue to ensure that no trace will lead back to me. I spent long hours planning and strategizing, considering all the possible risks and working to minimize them. Nothing has been left to chance – and yet still, there is a sense of risk and uncertainty that makes my heart race.

I am not sure what tomorrow will bring. Perhaps I will succeed, and my desires will finally be sated. Perhaps I will fail, and my mission will be cut short, the consequences of my actions forever altering my life. But in this moment, none of that matters. All that matters is the rush of excitement, the sense of power and control that comes from knowing that I am about to take action on my deepest, darkest desires.

It didn’t take long for me to find my first victim. His name was Nik, a twenty-two-year-old model who had already worked with a variety of unscrupulous photographers in his young career. As I studied his online presence, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of disgust – not with Nik himself, but with the industry that had helped groom him for what was about to come. This was an industry I knew of only too well and had built up an alter ego as one of these photographers that I so despised. But this alter ego was going to help me when it could.

It was clear that Nik didn’t give much thought to his own safety or well-being. He was always posting photos of himself in risky situations, often half-naked or in compromising positions. It was almost as if he was daring someone to take advantage of him.

I knew that I was just the person for the job. With years of planning and preparation behind me, I was more than ready to take on the challenge of bringing Nik into my realm. Using one of my many untraceable burner phones I reached out to Nik and offered him the opportunity of a photoshoot. To sweeten the deal, I even offered the sexy model two hundred and fifty bucks for his time and as I had predicted Nik jumped at the opportunity.

Now I needed a place to carry out my desires closer to where Nik lived.

I quickly thought of the perfect solution – an Airbnb. It was simple enough to find a suitable location on the outskirts of town, one that was private and secluded, with no nosy neighbors to worry about. I used a fake name and email address to make the booking, ensuring that my identity was hidden.

Once the booking was confirmed, I arranged to meet Nik at a specific location that I had carefully chosen. The location was chosen because it was far from the prying eyes of security cameras, and we could meet there without anyone even realizing what was happening.

I texted Nik and gave him the details of the meeting point – a small park on the outskirts of town. I knew he would say yes, as I had already planned this out and made sure that he would find it agreeable. The text told him that we would be going to the Airbnb and that it was a perfect place to shoot at. I could tell he was excited as he replied eagerly.

I felt a thrill as I waited for Nik to show up. I had spent years preparing for this moment, and everything was finally falling into place. The thought of what was to come made my heart race with excitement and anticipation.

As I laid eyes on Nik for the first time, my heart raced with excitement. He was even more stunning in person than he appeared in his online photos – tall and dark-haired, with a body that was both athletic and well-proportioned.

His outfit only served to enhance his natural good looks – a dark shirt that clung to his torso, outlining the muscles beneath it, and a pair of short red shorts that showed off his toned legs which were decorated in fine dark hairs.

I could feel my arousal building as I imagined all of the fun I could have with Nik’s sexy body. His youthful energy and raw sexuality made him the perfect subject for my desires, and I knew that I was going to enjoy every moment of our time together.

As I drove away from the city, I could feel my heart racing with excitement. This was what I had been waiting for – the chance to exert my power over a beautiful young man, to treat him as an object of my desire rather than as a human being.

We finally arrived and chatted as we walked towards the Airbnb, I couldn’t help but steal glances at him when he wasn’t looking. His lips were full and constantly curved into a playful smile, and his eyes shone with a brightness that was both alluring and inviting.

I knew that it was only a matter of time before I would have my way with him, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. I planned out the different scenarios in my head, exploring the endless possibilities of what was to come.

I imagined myself running my hands over his taut muscles, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. I pictured myself exploring every inch of him, savoring every sensation and pushing him to new heights of ecstasy.

And as we finally walked into the Airbnb, I knew that my fantasies were about to become a reality. With Nik in my grasp and my desires in full control, I was ready for whatever the day might bring.

Once inside  I showed him around, explaining that we had the whole place to ourselves. The look of excitement on his face was almost too much to bear, and I knew that my plan was working perfectly.

I made some small talk with Nik as I set up the camera and watched him undress and change into a pair of white underwear for the photoshoot, my heart racing with excitement. The sight of his body, already toned and athletic, was almost too much to handle.

I couldn’t help but stare as he slipped out of his shirt, revealing a chest that was firm and well-muscled. His abs were chiseled and defined, almost as if they were carved out of marble, and his arms were thick and powerful.

When he finally turned around to reveal his back, I was almost breathless. The smooth curves of his spine and the ripple of muscles beneath his skin were enough to make my head spin.

And when he reached for the waistband of his shorts, I knew that there was no turning back. As he slipped them down to reveal his lower half, I couldn’t help but stare at his toned legs and the way they seemed to go on forever.

But it was his bulging crotch that was the most compelling, and I felt my arousal build as I imagined all of the possibilities that lay ahead. With his body laid out before me, I knew that I was in for a night of unparalleled pleasure and satisfaction.

As the photo shoot began, I felt a rush of excitement flood through me. My mind buzzed with anticipation, eagerly contemplating all of the possibilities that lay ahead.

As Nik stood before me in his white underwear, I marveled at the lean, toned form of his lithe and athletic body. His skin seemed to glow in the natural light as he posed with his arms up and behind his head, his muscles rippling and flexing with every subtle movement.

The camera clicked and snapped as I captured every angle of his flawless form, my mind racing with thoughts of what it would feel like to have him in my grasp.

Each passing moment only heightened my desire, making it hard to think about anything other than what was happening right in front of me. I was captivated by the sight of him, irresistibly drawn to his raw sexuality and youthful energy.

As I worked my way around Nik’s body, carefully framing each shot, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of primal instinct take hold of me. Something dark and potent stirred within, fueling my desire and pushing me to new heights of arousal.

With Nik’s body as my canvas, I was able to indulge in my deepest and most primal desires. It was as if I had until this moment been locked in a cage of social convention and conformity, and now I was finally free to explore the farthest reaches of my uninhibited lust.

As the shoot continued on, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of excitement wash over me. Nik now sat there on the couch, his body still clad in his white Calvin Klein underwear, and I was struck with the desire to capture every inch of him that I could.

His body was like a work of art, a masterpiece crafted by a sculptor’s hands. Every line, every curve, every ripple of muscle seemed to stand in stark relief against the backdrop of the room.

As I circled around the couch, camera in hand, I guided Nik through a series of poses, capturing every sensuous angle of his body as he moved and shifted before me. He seemed to undulate and flow with a kind of effortless grace, his movements mapped out by a keen sense of intuition and self-awareness.

Underneath it all, I could sense something raw and primal gathering momentum. It was as if the room was awash in a sea of energy, a primal force of desire that drew Nik and I inexorably together.

My eyes were drawn to the snug fabric of his underwear, which clung to his thighs and his hips like a second skin. With each breath he took, it strained across his lower abdomen, and my thoughts turned to the pleasure of exploring every inch of him beneath those tight-fitting garments.

The camera clicked and snapped, but it was just a prelude to the real action that was yet to come. I could feel the heat of desire building inside of me, and I knew without a doubt that Nik could feel it too.

The air was thick with tension and anticipation, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was yet to come as I continued to direct Nik through the remaining poses of the shoot.

As the photo shoot progressed, Nik was now laying down on a bed, his body still clad in his white Calvin Klein underwear. From my vantage point, I could see every impeccably toned muscle on his body, glistening in the bright lights of the photo studio.

I helped him get into various poses, moving him gently around the bed for the perfect shot. With each movement, my eyes traced his body hungrily, the desire inside of me growing stronger with each passing moment.

It was all I could do to resist the overwhelming urge to reach out and touch him, to run my hands over every inch of his flesh. But I knew that this wasn’t the time or place for that kind of behavior.

Instead, I poured my energy and my desire into the shoot, directing Nik and guiding him into every pose with meticulous care. It was as if our bodies moved in perfect harmony, like the notes of a symphony drawing us ever closer together.

But as the shoot continued, I could feel my resolve starting to weaken. The intense desire inside of me was becoming impossible to ignore, and I knew that if I didn’t act soon, I might not be able to resist it at all.

I took a deep breath, focusing all of my energy and attention on the shoot ahead. Each photo we took seemed to heighten the desire inside of me, until I felt as if I was about to burst with it.

As we moved towards the end of the shoot, I knew that I had to find a way to control myself. I couldn’t let my own desires get in the way of the job at hand.

But the sight of Nik’s body, still clad in his white Calvin Klein underwear, was driving me insane. Every inch of him was like a beacon of light, pulling me ever closer to him with each passing moment.

I could feel the tension building up inside of me as I composed the shot. Something about Nik’s energy, his presence, it was too much. And as I moved in closer to put him into a fresh position, I felt my resolve slip.

I could feel the tension building up inside of me as I composed the shot. Something about Nik’s energy, his presence, it was too much. And as I moved in closer to put him into a fresh position, I felt my resolve slip.

It was quick, sudden, almost too fast to comprehend. My hands, which moments before had been perfectly steady, now shook as I wrapped them around Nik’s throat. I could feel the wild heat of my breath against his skin as I tightened my grip.

Nik’s eyes opened wide in shock.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He managed to exclaim as I tightened my grip, and he instinctively brought his hands up to try and pull my grip away.

“This is nothing personal Nik, just you happened to be the guy that will be my first. I’ve dreamt of killing young men for a while and it’s an honor that you’re going to be the first of hundreds.” I snarl at him as I look him directly in the eyes.

Nik’s whimpering stops instantly as his air is cut off. His bloodshot eyes widen in fear–he finally understands that he’s going to die.

“Please stop. I beg you please.” Nik begged as he fought back, his sexy body twisting and turning in any way it could to try and throw me off.

Now I have to hold him tightly for a bit while I ride out his panicked thrashing. It’s a little like riding a mechanical bull. He jerks and bucks wildly, doing his damnedest to inhale but I have rodeo experience and his thrashing is nothing compared to that of a bull.

I watched as Nik’s eyes started to bulge, changing to a deeper shade of red as pinpoint hemorrhages burst deep in the whites. The tears leaking from the corners ran across his face to blend with the snot oozing from his nose.

Through his frantic gasps I taunted the hot hunk “Bet it’s starting to get dark around the edges for ya. You’re going to die very soon. I’m gonna have my fun with your corpse and throw you out like garbage to fester and rot, hell I may even be kind and let the animals feast on you. Your family and friends will never know that you ended your life begging and crying.”

God, it felt good to lie on top of Nik as he writhed in terror and pain. His face is contorted into a rictus of agony, white froth erupting from the corners of his mouth, squeezing out past his purple, protruding tongue, as he shook his head wildly from side to side, still futilely seeking escape from the crushing pain in his neck and chest. I wonder if Nik knew by now that there was to be no escape; this will only end in his death, but the physical demands override logic. He has to fight; he can’t help it. And every moment of his struggle continued to turn me on.

A sheen of cold sweat glistens on the Nik’s soft skin from his struggles, helping him slide around on the bed.

Nik continued to struggle as I tightened my grip around his throat, slightly lifting him from the bed as I did so.

I used all my strength and then I heard a noise a loud cracking sound as Nik’s hyoid bone snapped and the cartilage in his esophagus is crushed. His bruised and bleeding face swells and turns black as the pressure builds; drool runs down his cheeks and forms on the pillow.

Suddenly, Nik went rigid, his body snapping to attention as vital sections of his brain begin to die off, whole-body convulsions flew like waves through his athletic frame as I watch death take him.

It took me a little while to catch my breath as I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, pumping adrenaline through my veins. I took a deep breath, savoring the rush of excitement that fills me. Nik was my first kill, and I can hardly believe what I’ve just done.

I sit on top of the body, feeling invigorated, overcome by a sense of euphoria. The rush of emotions I experience is nothing like anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s a wild mix of fear, excitement, and satisfaction, all rolled into one.

I look down at Nik’s lifeless form before me, a small smile playing on my lips. It’s almost as if all my worries and fears have melted away in an instant, replaced with a sense of accomplishment and pride.

My hands are shaking, and I feel weak in the knees, but I’m also strangely elated. Killing someone wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be – it was almost natural, like something I was born to do. As I scan the surroundings for any signs of danger, I can feel a newfound sense of empowerment coursing through me

I’m almost addicted to the stunned silence that follows a kill. Watching someone leave this world, especially at my hand, makes me feel almost godlike. The knowledge that I could extinguish a life so easily provides a sense of euphoria that’s almost beyond description.

In that moment, I felt like I could conquer the world. The sense of power and control that comes with taking someone’s life feels like nothing I’ve ever known before. I revel in the feeling, letting it wash over me.

But my fun wasn’t over yet, Nik was dead and now I could do what I do longed to do to many a young man. I grabbed some photos of him dead for my collection, memories of a special moment.

I can hardly contain my excitement as I run my hands over Nik’s lifeless body. His skin is so smooth and perfect, a canvas begging to be explored. I lick my lips in anticipation as my fingers find their way to his broad chest, tracing the contours of his muscles.

I can’t resist nibbling at his nipples, playfully biting them before trailing my tongue down his stomach. I reach his waistband, pulling it down to reveal his toned thighs. I run my hands over them, marveling at their firmness and strength.

I’ve dreamt of this for so long, imagining what it would be like to explore every inch of Nik’s sexy body. Now that the opportunity is finally here, I feel like a kid in a candy store. I can touch, lick, and play with him to my heart’s content.

Nik doesn’t seem to mind my attentions, even in death. Perhaps it’s because he was always a bit of an exhibitionist, or maybe it’s because he knows how much I adore him. Regardless, I’m thrilled to have him all to myself.

I can’t help but wonder what it would be like if Nik were still alive, would he be responding to my touch with moans and writhing or would he be attacking me for the move I had just made. But I try to push those thoughts aside as I continue to explore him, relishing the pleasure that his body brings me.

I know that this might seem twisted or wrong to some, but I can’t help how I feel. Young men were always the object of my desire, with Nik being mu first  I finally have the chance to express those desires without fear or shame.

As I continue to stroke and lick and tease, I can feel myself getting lost in the pleasure of it all. For a brief moment, I forget about the world around me and focus solely on Nik’s lifeless body, and the bliss that it brings me.

It was now time for even more fun. Nervousness now completely filled my body as I thought about what was about to happen.

You see I had never had sex and I was about to lose my virginity to Nik. I’d never been able to perform with a life person in fear of being judged or not living up to expectations. But sex with a dead body, that seemed blissful, I could do what I wanted when I wanted without the fear of being judged. The reality was most of the young men I intended to kill including Nik would never have paid me any attention but now they were powerless to stop me. Nik was powerless to stop me. I positioned Nik’s body, so his head and arms now dangled over the side of the bed and spread his legs before pulling his underwear down to reveal a well-endowed cut tool that had been neatly groomed. It was as if Nik had known this moment was about to occur and prepared himself for it.

I lifted Nik’s strong legs and rested his calves on my shoulders as I now forced my erect cock deep inside his hole. After a little resistance I heard a little pop as it soon entered, and I found myself in heaven. Nik’s sexy body rocked back and forth with each hard thrust I made. This was what I lived for, something I had longed to do, and I savored every minute of what I was doing. My thrusts picked up speed as I found myself close to erupting, I clenched Nik’s torso and fired my load deep inside him before collapsing on the corpse.

It wasn’t until the early hours that I woke from my sleep, my head resting on Nik’s now cold torso, my cock still firmly embedded up his arse.

I looked down at Nik who looked so peaceful , his vacant dark eyes staring up at me, his mouth now slightly open. It was then I had an idea and moved myself further up so Nik’s mouth now rested by my crotch. I lifted his head by his dark hair and shoved my cock deep into his mouth, thrusting the tongue (still black, swollen and protruding) aside as my cock now slid into Nik’s dry, closed-off throat.

God, it feels great, skullfucking the corpse. I roll onto my back and jack myself off with the dead hunks head, clutching a handful of Nik’s hair as a handle. His half-open eyes have rolled back slightly–at this angle, and they now stare into my own. Nik may have died too soon, but he’s still hot as fuck.

I imagined Nik choking and gagging as I fired my load into the back of his throat. I didn’t want my time with Nik to end but knew that it had to. Besides, there would be others to have fun with.

I grabbed Nik by his hands and dragged him into the bathroom where I thoroughly washed his fine body and ensured no trace evidence remained. Oh, how I loved the sensation as my hands slid over his smooth went body.

Once completed I took Nik’s body and laid it in the back of my truck. I had already scouted every inch of Florida and knew every dumping ground. I had a special area reserved for Nik.

It took me around an hour to drive to the Buzzards Roost, a wooded conservation area that was home to lots of Buzzard’s. I opened my tail gate sensing the many eyes now watching me to see what I was dropping off in their area. I looked down at Nik’s body and wondered what it would look like when found. How long would it take for the buzzards to feast on the hunk, would he be found in time or would they find nothing but skeletal remains. Oh, how I wished I could witness the spectacle that was about to unfold. Maybe I would pay some visits if he’s not found and check out the progress for myself.

I dragged Nik from the truck and laid him out on the ground. As I did, I still couldn’t help thinking that I needed a more symbolic trophy to remind me of my first kill. I stared at the dead hunk and then it struck me. I would take his head. I mean what better trophy can you have? When it had been defleshed it could sit proudly on my desk as an ornament, an ornament that was to finally remember my path that I was put here to do.

I walked back to my truck and grabbed a hunting knife from the back. before walking back to where Nik lay. A couple of Buzzard’s had already swooped down to investigate what would be their next meal and I quickly scared them away before kneeling by the body and placing the sharp blade over Nik’s throat.

I closed my eyes as I cut, slowly at first before eventually picking up speed, I hit some resistance as I sawed through Nik’s spine, but his head soon popped off and I quickly carried it to my truck, leaving the sexy aesthetic body to the mercy of the Buzzards.

Back at home I paid close attention to the news, waiting to hear if Nik had been discovered. All the time continuing to skull fuck his severed head, laughing as my cum rolls down his throat and out of the bottom of his stump.

Nik’s head is beautiful, handsome and a proud reminder of the hot young man. But I really want the skull for my desk, so I designed a wire cage big enough for insects and scavengers to get to but not big enough for the head to be carried off. I now place the head inside and wait for nature to do its job.

A week passes and still there is no news on Nik’s body. I drove to the Roost and to my amazement found the body still in situ where I left it. I stop and stare in amazement at the work the Buzzards have done 60% of the flesh was gone. The meat from

Nik’s fine quads had been devoured leaving only two bloody thigh bones, the birds had torn into his abdomen exposing his rib cage with part of it picked clean with the other half with pieces of flesh hanging from the bone.

What really struck me was the complete disappearance of Nik’s well-endowed tool, bloody bits of his Calvin Klein underwear lay torn all over the place as the birds seemed to really want to consume the large worm within.

I drove away feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. I knew if Nik wasn’t found soon there would be no physical evidence left.

Another five days past and still there was no news, I took another drive up to the dumping spot and this time I had to stop to take a picture as Nik’s flesh had been complete devoured, all that remained was a  headless blooded skeleton that had been picked clean. The sexy young man who I had killed and caressed was now reduced to a pile of bones.

That night I jacked myself off to pictures of Nik knowing that this form of the hunk no longer existed. I rewound the video I had taken and watched Nik again and again as I drifted off to sleep.

It wasn’t until the nineteenth day after I had disposed of Nik that the news reported the discovery of skeletal remains at the buzzards Roost. I followed the story closely and laughed as the police begged for assistance in identifying the victim. I guess a skeletal headless body didn’t give them much to go on as Nik was now identified as John Doe 767.

Killing Nik had been fun and turned me on. I had gotten away with my first kill and now began to turn my attention to finding another helpless hunk to kill.