The Ad

I just graduated from high school, and turned eighteen last month. On my own and with the help of some friends, I have been able to find all the gore and killing sites on the internet. As boys, we love it. The Sri Lankan's with the Tamil Tigers, the Mexican cartels against each other, the recent ISIS be-headings of dead and alive were what we looked for. In South America, Asia, Africa, the Philippines, all over the world in the non-Western countries, people's dead bodies are being stripped naked and abused. Even the Germans in WWII stripped the Jews naked when executing them.

But, we are shy and immature, afraid to approach each other to play “dead” games to experience it ourselves. Horrors, that we might be dubbed “gay”. When the lights are out and I imagine what I want to dream while going to sleep, it is always that I am killed, stripped naked and abused, even chopped to pieces with an ax by Mexican boys. The fixation was so intense that I even thought about seeking help, but was too embarrassed to ask my parents.

There was a site I found called Cute Dead Guys. It was obviously supported by gays with the fantasy of playing dead. I found an ad for any young man over eighteen to participate in a “play dead” game. It said if one lived in the greater Los Angeles area, he could apply. Bingo! 'The participants will be young, 18 or over, handsome, and not know each other. At least two will have to play dead after drawing cards to decide. Those remaining, depending upon the response will have full control over the “dead”. The rules of the game are simple: no pain, no feces, no disfigurement, like marking or hair cutting, must remain within the room confined. The winners can do anything else they want to the losers, anything. And, you have to play dead for one hour. Reply to [email protected], and attach a bust photo.'

I was shaking as I keyed in the email address. 'I am eighteen. I live in West Los Angeles and would like to participate' signed Robert. Attached is a photo shot.