Friday, April 2, 2010

WITNESS TO A BURNING

A young man being joyously burned at the stake!

     It has always been my dream to bear witness to one of the most beautiful sights that a legs fetishist like myself could ever hope to behold...a cremation. I had always seen videos of one...but the person being cremated was always dead and the body was naked.

     Yeecchh!

     I hope that one day I would be able to witness a young man burning to death...face down in a pair of shorts! And I always pray that, if he is still screaming, that somebody could have the decency to pour a lot of inflammable liquid over him...just to hear him scream his death wails!

     When you're a witness to a hanging, death wails are throttled in the throat because of the noose...unable to let people know that the victim is actually dying. I mean, the only way you can tell that a person who is being hanged is actually dying is to look at his legs to see if they're twitching in the throes of death...especially if the legs are naked and you can actually see the death throes in the thighs and calves and the back of the knees crimping and bunching up before smoothing out as the person expires and somebody nearest the body feels an artery in the thigh or knee to authenticate that the person is dead.

     When a young man is beheaded, the sudden decapitation leaves no time at all for thrashing about and wailing. The head falls into a basket and the body either falls to one side of the chopping block...or remains face down on the bed of a guillotine. There is only a little bit of twitching as the impulses from the brain are cut off. So, that isn't much of a show! And it certainly isn't very much fun to watch with all that blood and body fluids oozing from the neck!!!

     When the person is stood up facing a wall and shot in the back, one of the firing squad's bullets will be aimed dead center for the heart and another for the back of the head...so there actually wouldn't be any time for the victim to scream out. His pain dies almost as soon as his body does...and that just isn't right, because when you're witnessing an execution, you want to actually see and hear the condemned person thrashing about and wailing.

     Of course, though, nobody is ever burned to death face down in a pair of shorts. They're always chained to a wooden pole, standing on a pile of wood and burned at the stake. I keep thinking about how lovely it would have been to live in 16th-century Europe, where men who were found guilty of witchcraft or of being the wrong religion were publicly burned to death by orders of the Pope at the time.

     But, if I had my way, some young men, dressed in black mid-thigh shorts and black below-the-calf socks, would be led onto a basketball or tennis court, laid face down with their hands tied behind their backs and their feet tied together, doused with an endless stream of gasoline and burned to death...just to see how it would look like. I just have a feeling that it would probably be fun and look great! I just know that there would be wailing and thrashing a-plenty, as well as a lot of cheering from onlookers...especially if the ones to be burned alive are criminals! I mean, there are a lot of those around...and we really don't need them to exist among decent folk.

     Now, there's something worth thinking about! Young men being tried, convicted and sent to prison for a capital offense, sitting in their cells, waiting for the day that they will be hooded, dressed in shorts and done away with by whatever means the state sees fit to use. Maybe then, I wouldn't mind seeing an execution where the condemned is hanged or electrocuted...just as long as his legs are bare for all to see!!!

     But, still...I would really and deeply want to see a young man sent to be burned to death face down in a nice pair of shorts. It would really be a highlight to my life! Why, if I was tried and sentenced to death...I would choose to be burned alive dressed in shorts. After all, it's completely clean...with little or no mess at all.

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