I. A.i

Child of eight, bound and beaten, foreskin sliced, precise incision. Infantile screams bring uncontrollable arousal.
With a kitchen knife I perform castration. Rampant fellatio, it's dissected meat in my mouth.
The salty taste of bloody smegma slipping down my throat, flacid mutilated penis.
The scalpel inserted through the uretha, working the blade in and out. An infliction of pain beyond human comprehension. Sodomized by a broken bottle, ripping the delicate anal tissue. Paralyzed by fatel kick to the spine, repetative punches to the face, features swollen, beyond recognition, screams reduced to a whimper, sickening repugnant acts. Infantile anal intercourse, I force myself up it's blood dreched rectum and fondle it's hairless groin. Gouge out the eyes, roll them over my tongue, I plunge my manhood into the shrivelled sockets.
The catamites demise is near. Vegitated child, mute and beyond pain. Cannibalising flesh.
Wank over the dying infant. With iron bar I smash it's pathetic fucking skull. The youth lies white and still.