Decapitation

We have been making snuff films for a long time, but I have been frustrated with how poor quality our footage is. I decided we needed to make a film that was execution style with a fixed tripod and the victim cannot try to escape. The problem is, this will be challenging to kidnap someone and murder them in secret. I spoke to my colleagues and John suggested one of us volunteer to sacrifice ourselves for the film. No one would volunteer. After months of doing nothing and losing money, we decided enough was enough and we would draw for a name. It was a one in three chance, and I cursed my own dumb luck when I pulled my own name out of the bowl.

We started getting ready right away. We went to the store to buy materials, mainly large rolls of painter's plastic. As we brought our things to checkout, the cashier asked what we needed it for.

"We are making a snuff film," I said.

"Isn't that illegal?"

"Not if there is full consent involved. I will be the star victim, Greg here, the cameraman, and John, the executioner."

"Wow, you mean you are going to film yourself getting killed for real?"

"Yes, that's the plan."

In a few days, everything was ready. We gathered in an abandoned house John found. I helped my friends lay down the plastic and tape it to the walls. Greg rolled a big, round stone into the middle of the room and set the tripod up exactly where he wanted it. John and I stood in front of the camera.

"Whenever you're ready," Greg said.

I nodded.

"Action!"

I stared at the camera and John looked at me.

"Undress me," I said.

He approached me slowly and lifted his hands to my shoulders, then shrugged my jacket off. Then he started at the button at my throat. I felt his hands move all the way down my chest. Then he pulled each sleeve out. He bent to unbuckle my belt and pulled my pants to my ankles. I sat down and he knelt to take my shoes and socks off, then my pants were pulled all the way off. We stood back up. I heard the camera zoom in on my briefs where I felt my dick begin to rise. There was nothing but the sound of our heavy breaths. John reached out again and tugged my briefs down a bit, just below the pubic line.

John looked me in the eye and said his one and only line: "You are sentenced to death and we will now carry out the execution. Kneel before the chopping block."