The Taxidermist by RC

snuffluvr said:

My second favourite

CHOP SHOP by RC

My house sits on a hill, facing what used to be a major highway. Now, it’s not much more than a back road.
After passing my house, the road curves sharply and drops into a small valley. In that valley is an auto junkyard, owned by five brothers. They call their business, the Chop Shop. You can go there for most any part to most any old car.
In addition to car parts, they also have an auto service garage, a towing service, and a small meat shop that specializes in ground beef and sausages. Their businesses aren’t thriving, because of their location, but they get by. Most of their money comes from the meat shop. People who buy their ground beef and sausages always come back for more. I count myself as one of their regular customers.
When I’m sitting on my back porch, I have a birds-eye view of the entire junkyard. I sometimes sit and watch the comings and goings. I’ve seen many a car towed onto the lot, at all hours of the day or night. And, there’s always smoke rising from the smokehouse, located just behind the meat shop.
I’ve dealt with the brothers on many occasions. I’m always needing a few parts for my old car and old pickup truck. They always give me a good deal, and sometimes give me a part for free.
Jake is the oldest of the five. He’s the one in charge. He’s also the biggest of the five, at 6’ 4”. He’s got muscle on top of muscle. His brothers are very muscular, too, but not quite as tall as Jake. Hank, Buck and Frank are about 6’ 2”, and Chuck is only 6’ 1”. They range in age from 25 to 32. They’re all very redneck and seem a bit rough. They inherited the junkyard from their parents, who were killed in a car accident several years ago.
I enjoy relaxing on my back porch and watching the guys working in the junkyard. Especially without their shirts. Man they have great bodies. I, myself, have a large muscular body, and would love to get it on with any one of them. Chuck would be my preference, since I like guys who are shorter than I am. I’d love to get a piece of that little ass.

About a month ago, I couldn’t sleep one night, because of the heat. So, I fixed a cold drink and sat out on the back porch. There was a light breeze, and I was just about to nod off, when the sound of a truck engine brought me back to my senses. One of the Chop Shop’s flatbed tow-trucks had just pulled up to the front gate, followed by one of the brothers pickup trucks.
The flatbed had a large vehicle on the bed, covered by a black tarp. Someone hopped out of the pickup and opened the gate. The two trucks pulled through the gate. They came to a stop behind the building, as the gate was closed and locked.
I’m the curious type, so I grabbed my binoculars to get a better look at what was going on down at the Chop Shop.
I saw Chuck walking toward the trucks. He was the one who had gotten out to open and close the gate. As he approached the trucks, his other four brothers got out of the two trucks. Seemed odd to me that all five of them would be there at the same time, in the middle of the night.
I watched as the brothers removed the tarp from the towed vehicle. It turned out to be one of those big, expensive luxury SUV’s. It was white, with fancy chrome wheels and dark tinted windows. They released the chains securing the four wheels, and slowly moved the bed out and down to remove the SUV from the bed of the truck. Once the vehicle had all four wheels on the ground, the flatbed was moved away.
I wasn’t really prepared for what happened next.

Chuck went over to unlock the back door of the building, while the other four brothers each opened one of the four doors of the SUV. Each of them was leaned over into the vehicle, struggling with something. Then, one by one, each of the brothers dragged out a bound and gagged young male. All four of the youths were shirtless, wearing only cutoffs and sneakers. Two were blond, the other two dark haired. All had muscular, but short , builds. My guess was they were college kids, out in one of their father’s SUV’s.
I have a collection of bondage movies, but this was turning me on more than any of those ever had.
All four of the young dudes had their ankles tied together, and their wrists tied behind their backs. There was a ball-gag secured in each of their mouths. They all struggled, uselessly.
Jake, Frank, Buck and Hank each hoisted one of the writhing boys up onto their shoulders and filed into the building. Shortly after, Chuck came out with a plastic bag and emptied out the SUV of all clothing, baseball caps, etc. He then hopped into the vehicle and drove it to the back of the lot, parking it next to the machine they use to crush junk cars into small cubes. He then re-covered it with the black tarp. After that, he joined his brothers inside the building.
I’d been hard as a rock ever since the first boy was dragged out of the SUV. I slowly stroked myself as I thought about everything I’d just witnessed. I imagined what must be going on inside the building, where those boys were now captive. The thought of those big, muscular brothers raping those young dudes was getting me hot as hell. Sure wish I could watch that. In fact, sure wish I could join in. As I thought about the fact that those four boys will probably never be seen again, I shot a big load onto my muscular chest and belly.
I got up and went inside to clean the cum off of myself and fix another drink. I did so quickly, so as not to miss anything more that might happen down at the Chop Shop.

I sat and watched for another three hours. No way I could get to sleep now. I wanted to know more about what was going on in the building below.
Finally, at 3am, the five brothers came out and got in their pickup. Two in the cab, and three in the bed of the truck. They looked exhausted. Chuck hopped out of the bed and unlocked the gate, then re-locked it after Jake drove through. Then they were off.
My curiosity was running wild. I had to know what they were doing with those boys they’d left behind. I knew where they kept an extra key to the back door, as I’d seen a couple of the brothers fetch it from behind an old hubcap, hanging on the back wall, a few times. I figured they wouldn’t be back until mid-morning. They never opened for business until 9 or 10, anyway.
I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, grabbed a flashlight and headed for the Chop Shop. There are a couple of places where their back fence had deteriorated to the point that you can almost walk right through. I easily got through the fence and walked the long distance to the back of the building. After looking behind two different hubcaps, I finally found the extra key behind the third.

My heart was racing as I turned the key in the lock and opened the door. What the hell was I going to find in there? Caged boys? Live boys? Or, even dead boys? Nothing in my wildest dreams could’ve prepared me for what I was about to find.
I entered the building and shut the door behind me. Turning on the flashlight, I surveyed the area to my right. It was the bay area, where they work on, and strip, cars. There was one old car on a lift, with the wheels missing. No boys.
I turned to my left and walked over toward the rear of the meat shop. I came to a door and opened it. As I entered the room, I could hear some muffled moaning to my right. I aimed the flashlight in the direction of the moaning, and found what I’d been looking for. Two butt-naked blond boys were tied spread-eagle across mattresses on the floor. Steel bolts were anchored into the concrete at the four corners of each mattress. Ball gags were still in their mouths. The two dark-haired boys were not in the room with them.
I shone the flashlight up and down the body of each boy. What a beautiful sight. One of the young guys squinted, trying to see who was behind the light. He looked terrified. He moaned some more.
The other kid just stared off into the distance. There was no reaction when I shone the light in his face. He appeared to be in a state of shock. I smacked the side of his face, lightly. Still no reaction. I inspected the rest of his body with the light. He was so smooth, and hairless. A nice tan-line across his butt cheeks. I ran my hand down his backside, stopping when I had a handful of ass. Man, what a beautiful ass. I used two fingers to spread apart his cheeks. He’d obviously been brutally raped, seemingly more than once. There was cum and a bit of blood dripping out of his hole and onto the mattress.
By now, I had a hard-on that wasn’t going to go away any time soon. I moved over to the other boy and inspected his body as well. Same smoothness, but slightly more muscular, and with the most beautiful ass I’d ever seen. He’d also been screwed long and hard, but there was no blood dripping out of him. Only cum.
The thought of mounting this boy, pre-lubed with the cum of those hot brothers, was just about to send me over the edge. I wanted to find the other two boys first, though.

I moved around in front of the coherent kid and asked him where his other two buddies were. He moaned and looked over to his right, at another door on the far side of the room. He then looked back at me, with a pleading look in his eyes.
I stood up and walked to the door, opened it, and walked into the next room. This was obviously the room where meat was butchered, and sausages were made for the meat shop. There were cleavers, hooks, hacksaws, meat grinders, and sausage-making machines. There was an over-sized butcher-block island in the middle of the room. Dark stains covered most of it. Some of the stains looked very fresh. I found the light switch and turned on the overhead light.
There was a walk-in freezer door to my left. Another freezer-type door next to it, that had a sign on in saying ‘aged meat’. The other three doors in the room were normal doors. One leading into the meat shop, one that said ‘smokehouse’, and the other into yet another room. I decided to try the next room, first.
I walked into the last room in the building and turned on the light. It turned out to be a tanning room. There were skins all over the place. Some stretched out along the walls. Some across drying racks. There were stacks and stacks of skins piled up on a table across the rear of the room.
The skins were all different shapes and sizes. Most were a light tan color. I inspected one of the skins stretched out along one of the walls. It seemed a lot larger than a pig’s skin should be. On closer inspection, it became obvious where these skins had come from. Young human males. I ran my hand across a flattened nipple on the skin in front of me.
I suppose I should’ve been shocked and horrified. Instead, I was totally turned on. The thought of all these skins once belonging to healthy young males, was getting me hard again.
I checked out one of the stacks of skins along the back wall. The hides were so smooth and hairless. A few of the hides had tattoos on them.
At this point, I didn’t have to wonder what happened to the two boys I was looking for. Now I was curious to see what their bodies looked like.
I turned out the light in the tanning room and closed the door. I doubted that the boys would be in the freezer, so I opened the door to the aging room. Bingo.
There, hanging by hooks through their ankles, were not only the two boys I’d been looking for, but three other young male bodies, as well. Each of the five bodies had been gutted and skinned. They were all headless and handless. I touched the hanging meat closest to me. It was slightly sticky. I stuck my hand in the chest cavity and felt along the ribs. Even in the extreme cold, my hard-on wasn’t going away.
There were tags on the hooks that pierced the right ankle of each body. They each had a date written on them. One of the bodies had been there six days. Two had been there three days. The final two had today’s date on them. These were the two I’d been looking for. Now, they’re nothing more than meat.
Thought I’d check out the smokehouse next. As I was leaving the aging-room, I noticed two five-gallon buckets full on internal organs. No need to wonder where those came from. They’d probably be disposed of the next day.
Inside the smokehouse, I found three more young male bodies hanging from hooks. These three had been dismembered. There were three torsos hanging in the middle of the room, surrounded by arms and legs on either side. Damn. These brothers had been really busy, harvesting young males for their business, and pleasure. Made me wish I’d been born into their family.
Finally, I checked out the freezer. Lots and lots of packaged meat on the shelves. The packages were all different shapes and sizes. Each had markings on them. Thigh. Pec. Ribs. Butt. I was so tempted to take some home with me.
I started wondering if the two captive young males in the next room knew what had happened to their buddies. I doubted it. They probably had no idea they were going to end up in the bellies of those five brothers, not to mention their customers, myself included.

As I left the butchering room, just before shutting off the light, I noticed several homemade leather aprons hanging by the door.
Moving back into the room with the two spread-eagle captives, I turned on the flashlight once again. There were small, high windows and a skylight in this room, so I didn’t turn on any lights. Didn’t want to draw any attention from outside the building.
Not one to pass up a golden opportunity, and having a hard-on that wouldn’t go away, I decided to indulge myself in a hot piece of ass before leaving. Hell, these boys were nothing more than meat now, anyway. It’s not like anyone was going to know.
I set the flashlight down on the floor, next to the coherent one. Then, I stripped off my t-shirt and shorts, and dropped them on the floor near his head. He started moaning again, knowing what was on my mind.
I knelt down on the mattress, between his outstretched legs, and slowly ran my hands up and down his perfect, young body. So smooth and muscular. I imagined his beautiful hide stretched out on the wall of the tanning room. I imagined his skinned meat hanging in the smokehouse.
I spit into my right hand, and rubbed it over my cock. Then, I slowly rubbed the head up and down his butt-crack, until I found his hole. I slowly pushed forward, until the head was completely inside the kid. He moaned, loudly. I placed the palms of my hands on his muscular shoulders, and continued to enter his tight hole.
Once my cock was completely buried inside that hot little ass, I laid on top of the boy, slowly screwing his tight, warm hole. He continued moaning, loudly. I licked his neck, and the side of his face.
Thoughts kept running through my mind, as I screwed the boy.
Yesterday, this beautiful young male was probably enjoying his first year of college. Frat parties, girlfriends, baseball games, working out with his buddies in the gym. Now, he was nothing more than a young, muscular pig, soon to be slaughtered and eaten.
I couldn’t hold back any more. My balls emptied their load into the young pig beneath me. Man, that felt good. I just laid on top of him for a few minutes.
Daylight was quickly approaching, so I pulled out of the boy and wiped myself off with my t-shirt. Then I pulled on my shorts, grabbed the flashlight, and headed for the door. After one last look at the two hot, young, captive boys, I stepped outside and locked the door. I doubted that I’d ever see either one of them again, but I was sure I’d be tasting their fine meat in the near future.
When I got back to my house, I washed up and crawled into bed. Even though I was dead tired, my mind was still racing. This night had been more exciting than any fantasy I’d ever come up with, while jerking off.
I wondered if there were any way I could become business partners with the brothers. How do I go about letting them know that I’m aware of what they’re doing, without ending up in the smokehouse, myself? Maybe, if I captured a young stud, myself, and offered him as a token of my sincerity.
Those were my last thoughts as I drifted off to sleep.



CHOP SHOP 2 by RC

It was a full twenty-four hours later that opportunity came knocking. Ok, it didn’t actually knock, it more or less appeared on my driveway in the form of an off-duty sheriff’s deputy.
I’d been sitting on the back porch, keeping an eye on the Chop Shop, wanting desperately to be a part of their operation. I kept thinking about all the things I’d seen the previous day on my early-morning visit to the business. The bound boys. The hanging bodies, gutted and skinned. All those sausages, stuffed with the ground-up meat of young healthy males. I’d never been so excited in my life.
I was rubbing my crotch, remembering how fantastic it felt to be balls-deep inside that bound blond boy’s tight ass the day before, when I heard a twig snap off to my right. I looked over and saw a muscular young man in cut-offs and a white t-shirt. He was standing behind some tall bushes at the end of my driveway and peering through a pair of binoculars, slowly scanning the entire junkyard. Since both of the vehicles I owned were inside my small barn, he must have thought that he was totally alone on my property. I had to hesitate long enough for my erection to subside before going over to confront him. His totally buff body, with those skin-tight clothes, wasn’t helping at all.
“Howdy,” I said rather loudly as I stepped off the porch and headed in the young man’s direction.
He was obviously startled, by the look on his face. That look, though, quickly changed to one of annoyance that he now had to explain his presence to someone. He lowered the binoculars to his chest and pulled a wallet out of his back pocket. After flashing a badge and telling me that he was a sheriff’s deputy, he proceeded to question me about the Chop Shop.

The conversation went on for quite some time. Turned out that the deputy’s name was Luke. He was investigating the disappearance of four college boys in a large SUV, owned by one of the boy’s parents. I didn’t supply any helpful information, but learned quite a few interesting facts about Luke. One specific bit of information was of particular interest to me. The young muscle-bound deputy was conducting the investigation on his own. He was off-duty and no one knew where he was at that moment.
It seems that Luke had been on-duty and out patrolling the night the boys disappeared. He remembered passing the Chop Shop’s flatbed tow truck that night. There was a large vehicle on the flatbed, covered by a black tarp. As Luke passed the on-coming tow truck, he caught a glimpse of shiny chrome wheels not completely covered by the tarp. He didn’t give it another thought until news of the missing boys came to light. When Luke mentioned the incident to the sheriff, a call was made to the Chop Shop. The sheriff was told that the vehicle Luke had seen was a classic convertible being transported for a customer that wanted it covered at all times. The sheriff had dealt with the Chop Shop on many occasions and was satisfied with the explanation given. Luke, having recently transferred to the area, was not at all satisfied. Whatever was covered by that tarp was much larger than a convertible and he intended to find out exactly what it was, even if it meant doing so without the sheriff’s consent.
While the deputy and I were talking, the sound of machinery coming to life made us both look toward the Chop Shop. A heavy-duty forklift, with two men on board, was slowly working its way down one of the wide aisles between the hundreds of junk autos. It didn’t stop until it reached the car-crushing machine. One of the men then jumped from the forklift and began pulling a black tarp off of a vehicle near the crusher. Luke already had the binoculars in position as the roof of a large white SUV came into view.
“Goddamn it,” said Luke, “I knew that wasn’t a convertible they were hauling. I’ve got to get down there before they crush that vehicle. I’m going to need your help.”
I assured the deputy that I’d assist him in any way I could, as I followed him over to his car. He opened the trunk and pulled out a black utility belt. After checking to make sure his weapon was loaded, he grabbed two sets of handcuffs and snapped them onto the belt.
“My cell phone isn’t picking up a signal out here,” said Luke as he secured the utility belt around his waist. “I’d like for you to give the sheriff a call and let him know where I am and that I’ve located the SUV we’ve been searching for. Tell him I’m going to stop them from crushing the vehicle, but I’ll need back-up right away.”
I asked the deputy if he’d like for me to head down to the junkyard with my shotgun after contacting the sheriff. I was quickly informed that this was job for trained professionals, and civilians should steer clear. What a douche. I pointed out a spot in the fence, not far from the crusher, where the deputy could get through without any problem. As he headed for the junkyard, I turned and headed toward my house to make a phone call.

It was Jake that answered the phone at the Chop Shop. I quickly informed Jake who I was and what was about to take place on his back lot near the crusher. He thanked me, said he owed me one, and hung up. After scribbling a quick note on a scrap piece of paper and sticking it in my shirt pocket, I grabbed my shotgun and headed out the back door. As I headed for the fence I could see Jake and one of his brothers jumping into an ATV and hauling ass for the back lot.
Luke had wasted no time. When I stepped through the fence, he’d already cuffed both of the men and had them facing the large SUV they’d just uncovered. I walked over toward Luke and informed him that the sheriff had been notified.
“The sheriff has a message for you,” I said, pulling the note out of my shirt pocket and handing it to Luke.
He read the note, which only said, ‘you’re fucked.’
“What’s the meaning of this?” asked Luke, as he turned his head and found himself staring down the barrel of my shotgun.
“It means drop your weapon and raise your hands high above your head,” I said.
Luke reluctantly did as he was told. No sooner had the young deputy raised his hands, Jake and his brother slid around the corner and stopped the ATV in a cloud of dust. Jake jumped off, gave me a quick nod, and grabbed Luke’s gun off the ground. He then unbuckled the utility belt around Luke’s waist and tossed the belt to his brother.
“Find the keys, Hank, and un-cuff your brothers,” said Jake while checking out Luke’s buff body. “We’ll use the cuffs on this muscle-beef.”
Hank quickly found the keys and un-cuffed his brothers while Jake held the gun up against the middle of Luke’s back. One of the freed brothers punched the deputy in his gut. While trying to catch his breath Luke’s wrists were cuffed behind his back. His ankles were then cuffed, too. Jake lifted the muscular deputy up over his shoulder and carried him to the ATV, depositing him roughly in the passenger’s seat. He then checked Luke’s pockets and found his wallet and car keys.
“Hank,” Jake motioned to his brother, “you, Buck and Frank take our catch up to the shop and make him…comfortable. Don’t do anything else until I get there.”
Jake walked over to me and put his arm around my shoulder. He thanked me again for looking out for him and his brothers. We began a nice long talk as we headed for my driveway to retrieve the deputy’s vehicle. During that time I admitted that I knew what was going on at the Chop Shop and that I was totally turned on by what they were doing. I also mentioned that I’d really like to be a part of their operation if they could use some more help.
Jake didn’t seem at all surprised that I knew about what was going on at the shop. He then told me about the hidden cameras around the shop, something I failed to notice during my visit. Jake said he got a kick out of watching me discover all of their secrets, and the obvious hard-on my findings were causing. He admitted that he’d jerked off while watching me fuck the blond captive. And, after watching that, Jake knew that I was no threat to their operation. He told me that they could always use more help and that I was welcome to join in whenever I had time.

I was driving Luke’s car as Jake and I talked. When we reached the shop Jake hopped out and opened the gate. After closing and locking the gate he walked over to the driver’s side window.
“Take this back by the crusher, Ray,” Jake said. “I’ll grab the ATV and meet you back there.”
As I drove through the sea of wrecked cars I wondered what Jake’s brothers had been doing with Luke. They’d been told not to do anything until Jake arrived so I was pretty sure the young stud was still alive.
I parked Luke’s car near the crusher. Jake showed up about a minute later. He and I threw tarps over the SUV and the deputy’s car, then headed for the shop. We talked some more on the way.
“It’s nice that no one knows where the deputy headed this morning,” I said. “He’s off duty, so it’ll probably be a couple of days before he’s even missed.”
“Nice,” said Jake. “I’ll have a couple of the guys get those two vehicles crushed before sundown. Don’t need evidence like that sittin’ around outdoors.”
Once we reached the main building we ran into Chuck. He had the deputy’s clothing and shoes in his hand. Seeing that made my dick twitch.
“Going to burn these,” said Chuck.
“Good deal,” said Jake. “After that, grab Hank and get that damn SUV and the deputy’s car crushed as soon as possible.”
As Chuck headed to the trash barrel they used for burning clothes, Jake and I entered the building. We walked directly to the area where the mattresses were. Just as I was hoping, Luke had been secured to several of the many eyebolts embedded in the concrete around one of the mattresses. He was totally naked now and face down. A large ball-gag stuffed in his mouth. What a sight! His arms were outstretched in front of him, but his ankles were tied together and secured at the back of the mattress. This made his muscular bubble-butt even more pronounced… and inviting.
“You done us a big favor, Ray,” Jake said to me. “What say you take first crack at this fine piece of muscle-beef.”
“Gladly,” I said, pulling off my shirt and unbuttoning my pants.
As I straddled the young deputy’s muscular thighs, Jake handed me a coffee can of coagulated grease. It had a meaty smell to it, obviously the remnants of several slow-roasted young men. My dick became even harder at the thought. I slathered my cock with the grease and used two fingers to lube up Luke’s ass-crack.
The young deputy never made a sound when I forced my way inside his tight hole and started pounding away. He frowned and winced a few times, but never a sound. I really wanted the rape of that hot muscular deputy to last for hours. Unfortunately, I was overly excited by the whole ordeal and only lasted ten minutes or so before pumping a huge load into poor Luke. No sooner had I pulled out, Jake took my place to use the young deputy as a piece of fuck-meat. Jake lasted a lot longer than I did, but he’s used to that kind of action.

Jake and I dressed and were chatting while Frank pounded away on Luke. Suddenly, there was some crackling from a speaker on the wall, and a voice said; “Jake, I need you up front.”
I followed Jake through a couple of doors to the front of the building, where the store was located. Buck was having trouble with a customer.
“Are you the fucking manager?” the customer yelled at Jake. “I just bought a chili-dog and there was a goddamn toenail in it. Not just a fingernail, which would be bad enough, but a fucking TOEnail!”
“I’m very sorry, sir,” said Jake. “I have no idea how that could’ve happened. May I see the toenail?”
The irate customer, a young shirtless male, held the nail up for Jake to see and continued with his tirade.
“My dad’s a lawyer,” said the youth. “Let’s see what he has to say about this. Hell, I may own this place when he’s finished with you. I’m sure the board of health will be notified right away, too.”
What happened next was mostly a blur. Jake grabbed the boy’s wrist and twisted his arm. There was a loud cracking noise. The boy was now facing away from Jake. As the young man filled his lungs for a very loud scream, Jake grabbed his head and snapped his neck. Another loud cracking noise. The boy crumpled to the floor, twitching a few times before becoming totally still.
“Please tell me he was alone,” Jake said to Buck.
“Afraid not,” said Buck. “He’s got a buddy with him. He’s in the Jeep out front. Came in to use the crapper, told his buddy he didn’t want nothin’ to eat, then went back outside.”
“Well go get him in here,” said Jake. “Tell him his buddy is sick or something.”
While Buck went to lure the dead boy’s friend into the shop, Jake opened a drawer behind the counter and grabbed two sets of handcuffs and a ball-gag. He handed the gag to me.
“Buck and I will get him secured,” said Jake. “After that, shove this gag into his mouth. Screaming boys get on my nerves real quick.”
The front door of the shop opened and a shirtless blond boy rushed inside, followed quickly by Buck. The boy knelt down by his buddy on the floor.
“Jacob,” the boy said. “What’s wrong, buddy?”
Jake sprang into action. He tossed a pair of cuffs to Buck, then grabbed one of the blond boy’s wrists. After clamping a cuff on the boy’s wrist, he grabbed the boy’s other wrist and cuffed it as well. Meanwhile, Buck was busy cuffing the guy’s ankles together. The boy hadn’t even had time to comprehend what was happening to him. I quickly stepped in front of the boy. Jake swung his arm around and put the boy in a headlock, then punched the side of his face.
“Open your fuckin’ mouth,” Jake yelled.
The frightened boy opened his mouth and I quickly stuffed the ball-gag inside. Jake secured the strap behind the boy’s head. Buck was already going through the pockets of the dead boy. He pulled out the set of keys to the Jeep.
“You know what to do with it,” Jake said to Buck. “Put the ‘closed’ sign up on your way out the door.”

Buck went out the front door and locked it behind him. Jake lifted the dead boy off the floor and slung him over his shoulder. He nodded toward the other boy, indicating that I should do likewise. After I got the boy over my shoulder I could feel a very firm butt-cheek through his cargo shorts. My dick twitched again. We carried the boys to the back of the building, where Frank was just getting up off of the young deputy.
“Help Ray get that dude secured to the mattress,” Jake said to Frank.
As Frank and I were stripping and securing the panicking boy to the mattress, Jake was depositing the dead one in a large shower area, about fifteen feet away. Jake quickly stripped the boy and tossed his clothes out of the shower area. They landed on top of his buddy’s clothes. I saw Jake cuff the dead boy’s ankles together and attach a large hook to the cuffs. As soon as Frank and I were finished, Jake called Frank over to help him. Frank grabbed a reciprocating saw and some rope on his way over to Jake.
“We got this, Ray,” Jake said to me, then nodded toward the bound boy on the mattress. “Knock yourself out.”
I walked over near Luke and grabbed the can of man-grease. The young bound deputy was watching the proceedings with a frown on his face but he still hadn’t uttered a sound, unlike the boy I was about to fuck whose muffled screams were almost constant. As I returned to the spread-eagle boy on the mattress I saw that the dead boy’s wrists had been tied together and a length of rope connected his wrists to his ankles.
I quickly lubed up and rammed full force into the bound boy. His muffled screams became even louder. Such a firm little butt. Extremely tight, too. He quieted down a bit when the sound of an electric winch could be heard. I continued fucking as we both watched his buddy’s naked body slowly rise from the shower floor, feet first, until his head was about two feet from the ground. I heard Jake tell Frank to hold onto the boy’s head, then the reciprocating saw came to life.
Jake and Frank had blocked the view of what was happening, though it was obvious to me. Once the saw stopped, Frank turned around with the boy’s head in his hands. He set it down on the shower floor. As Jake moved away, blood could be seen pouring from the opening that used to be the base of the boy’s neck.
The boy beneath me suddenly became totally quiet as I continued fucking him. I’m sure he couldn’t believe what he’d just witnessed. Tears were streaming down his face. His body lightly heaving as he cried. Strange how an incident can have a totally different effect on the people who witness it happen. The boy was obviously devastated. I, on the other hand, couldn’t have been more excited. It brought me right to the brink. Seconds later I filled the boy’s ass with a healthy load of rape-juice.
As I was getting dressed I heard Jake tell Frank to take the ATV out to the crusher so that Hank and Chuck could ride it back to the main building for a fuck break. Frank and Buck would be running the crusher for a while.
“I may as well ride back there with them,” I said to Jake. “Gotta work second shift today. Need to get home. Sure hate to miss what’s going on here, though. I’m off the next couple of nights if you need any help.”
“Well, thanks Ray,” said Jake. “Sure appreciate your help. Tell you what, come on over to our house tomorrow evening. We’ll have a cookout and we can all get to know each other better.”
“Sounds great,” I said. “See you then.”

Work sucked, as usual. Had to work overtime which made it even worse. Was so glad to get home and fall into bed. Slept for most of the day. When the alarm went off I hopped out of bed and right into the shower. I was anxious to get to the cookout. After the shower I had a quick cup of coffee and headed out the door.
Even before I pulled into the brothers’ driveway I could detect the wonderful aroma of cooking meat. Whatever, or whoever, they were cooking smelled fantastic. I parked and walked up onto the front porch. Chuck and Frank were sharing a joint. They offered me a hit. I gladly accepted. We chatted for a while as the joint was passed around.
“Hey,” said Chuck. “Let me show you around.”
I followed Chuck into the house. Nice place. Lots of beautiful woodwork. Truly a Craftsman home. After following him through most of the house we came to his bedroom.
“My brothers call this the Tattoo Room,” said Chuck.
“Oh, you’re a tattoo artist?” I queried.
“Sort of,” said Chuck, opening his bedroom door. “I don’t make them, I collect them.”
Holy shit! Chuck was one hell of a collector. His bedroom was rather large and every square inch of wall space was covered with tattooed human skin. All shapes and sizes, all neatly sewn together and glued to the walls. There were four standing lamps in the room. Each had tattooed skin lampshades. Plus, each shade had a garland of male nipples that circled the top and bottom. His bed had a human skin bedspread. Identical squares, each with some sort of tattoo, and more male nipples where each set of four squares came together. Even the floor was adorned with full sized male hides, minus the head, hands, feet, and genitals, of course. Three were facing up and three were facing down.
“This is what I do with male hides that don’t have any tattoos,” said Chuck, opening a closet door.
There must have been thirty or more beautiful tan leather jackets, and another ten or more black leather jackets, all made from smooth male hides. Damn. What a turn on. My dick was twitching again.
“Before you leave, let’s find one that fits you and you can take it home with you,” said Chuck.
“Damn, man,” I said. “Thanks. And, by the way, you really are a tattoo artist in my book. First class.”
“Thanks,” said Chuck. “Let’s head out back. Should be about time to eat.”
I followed Chuck downstairs, through the kitchen, and out onto the back porch. The aroma of cooking meat was overwhelming. Buck handed me a beer. Jake was standing next to an enormous grill and motioned for me to come over.
“Check this out,” said Jake, as he opened the lid on the grill.
Wow! No need to wonder what happened to the beefy deputy. He was now just mouthwatering beef. Damn, he was a beautiful sight, slowly rotating on the spit. Golden brown, dripping juices. His head, hands, feet and genitals were missing, but that was definitely the same muscular body that stood in my driveway with a pair of binoculars the day before. Who knew that he’d be the main course at a cookout the next day? Funny how fate works.
The feast that evening was like nothing I’d ever attended before. Jake was a master at carving up man-beef. The meat was so tender and juicy. I had second and third helpings. Luke may have been a good deputy, but he made an even better entrée. People would wonder whatever happened to him for years to come.
The get-together lasted until late in the night. Luke had been taken off the spit and completely carved up until there was nothing left but bones. I was given about five pounds of deputy beef to take home with me. Also picked out a nice male-hide jacket to take home, thanks to Chuck. I’m happy as hell to be a part of their operation now. Looking forward to all the sex and free beef I can handle. Life is good.

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anonboy said:

This is by far my favourite story.


The sign above the door of the old warehouse, said; ‘Taxidermy’. It was weathered and faded, from hanging in the same spot for the past twenty years. The old metal that held the sign was badly rusted. Twenty feet from the front door of the two-story building was a large garage door, big enough to drive a truck through. Above it, was another faded sign, that said; ‘Parking Inside‘. Ninety percent of the ground floor was open space, used for parking and storage. The remaining space, taken up by small offices.
The second floor of the old warehouse was filled with displays. Most any type of creature, from small birds, to a full size grizzly bear, had been meticulously stuffed and mounted, and had their own small display area. The craftsmanship was exquisite. Every subject, life-like.
Abe was the proprietor’s name. He was taught the art of taxidermy by his father. His first subject was a Cardinal, the state bird. His father was an excellent teacher, and Abe quickly moved on to small animals. At the age of eighteen, his craftsmanship was every bit as good as his father’s.
Unlike his father, Abe had a darker side. It was a sexual turn-on for him to handle dead animals. He liked to see, and feel, the slippery meat of a freshly skinned animal. He often had to hide an erection from his father, when they worked together on a project. Sometimes he’d be forced to go to the bathroom and jack-off.
In 1983, at the insistence of his father, Abe enrolled at one of the local universities. He had no interest in going to the university, and failed miserably at most of the subjects he studied. He hated university life. He especially hated all the young jocks, who sometimes shoved him around; calling him a ‘geek’, or a ‘fag’. In Abe’s opinion, they should’ve all been stuffed and mounted. That little scenario soon became a regular fantasy when Abe lay in bed at night, beating his meat.
Shortly before the end of Abe’s first semester, his father died of a massive heart-attack. Abe was heartbroken. Having lost his mother to cancer, when just a child, Abe was now left alone, and deeply depressed. He considered life cruel and unfair. He dropped out of the university.


Over the next couple of years, Abe concentrated on perfecting his craft. He sold the house he’d grown up in and bought the old warehouse, located in a seedier part of the big city. He converted some of the office space into living quarters and moved in. Through advertising, and word of mouth, Abe was able to make a decent living through his skills as a taxidermist. He was, without a doubt, the best in the state.
The old warehouse had a full basement, covering the entire area of the building above. The ample space would provide Abe with the ability to bring his fantasies to reality over the next twenty years.
John and Chris spent Saturday morning at the gym. They were regular workout buddies - two evenings a week, and every weekend. John worked out with heavy weights. He wanted a lot of muscle mass. Chris just wanted a well toned body. He had a swimmers build. They’d met while attending the same classes at one of the local colleges. Both planned on becoming architects. They studied together during the week, and usually went out on double dates every weekend. Every Saturday afternoon, the two boys would comb the big city for unusual architecture. Taking pictures - making sketches.
It was a beautiful, warm Spring afternoon. The guys decided to leave Chris’s Mini Cooper at the college and ride their bikes around the city. They were unaware of the thunderstorms predicted for mid-afternoon.
Ninety minutes later, John was busy taking pictures of an old decaying Art Deco-style building, while Chris was making sketches. The skies began to darken. There was a rumble of thunder.
“Guess we’d better start heading back,” said John. “Don’t fancy the idea of becoming a lightening rod.”
“Yeah,” said Chris. “I know what you mean.”
They hopped on their bikes and headed back toward the college. They hadn’t gotten more than a mile when the first drops of rain began to fall. Lightening struck, not far away.
“Let’s find someplace to wait out the storm,” yelled John.
“Over there,” yelled Chris. “Looks like a parking garage.”
The rain was beginning to come down harder as the two boys rode beneath the ‘Parking Inside’ sign and into the open garage. They made a circle inside the dry building and came to a stop, facing the open door.
facing the open door.
“Looks like this could last for a while,” said Chris. “Did you notice what type of business this is?”
“The sign said, ‘taxidermy’,” said John.
“Oh,” said Chris. “Well, I guess we can check out the stuffed animals for a while. Better than getting soaked.”
Both boys leaned their bikes up against the front wall of the empty garage and walked over to the door, marked ‘entrance’. They stepped inside. There was a small counter, with a bell on it. John rang the bell three times.
Abe had seen the boys enter the garage on one of the many monitors in his office. There were cameras located all over the old warehouse. He’d already gotten up and had his hand on the doorknob when the bell rang. He opened the door and walked down the hallway to the front counter.
“Howdy, boys,” said Abe. “In here to get out of the rain?”
“Yes, sir,” said Chris. “It’s really coming down out there.”
“Well, you boys are welcome to go upstairs and take a look at the displays while you wait on the rain to stop,” said Abe.
“Thanks,” said John. “We will.”
“Right up those stairs,” said Abe, pointing to a stairway on the far side of the room.
After the boys headed upstairs, Abe went out and closed the garage door. He wheeled their bikes into a large storage room - adding them to the many other bikes already there.
John and Chris spent the next hour checking out the many displays. They were both impressed with the man’s ability to make a dead animal look so life-like. Each display was a true work of art.
“Man,” said Chris, “that grizzly bear looks like he’s ready to devour us.”
“I know,” said John. “This guy’s done some excellent work.”
After seeing the last display, they wandered back downstairs. Abe met them at the counter.
“Still raining cats and dogs,” said Abe.
“Yeah,” said John. “Looks like we’re stuck here for a while.”
“I’ve got some more displays in the basement, if you’d like to take a look,” said Abe. “They’re even better than the ones upstairs.”
“Cool,” said Chris.
“You really have mastered the art,” said John. “Your displays are fantastic.”
“Thank you,” said Abe, pointing to the hallway. “Right down that hallway and through the door. Be careful on those old stairs.”
“OK,” said John. “Thanks.”
The two boys walked down the hallway and opened the heavy metal door to the basement.
“Man,” said Chris, “these really are old stairs. Narrow, too.”
They carefully descended the stairway, holding onto the railing all the way down. Once they reached the basement, they were facing a long wide hallway - one of four, that ran the entire length of the building. The hallway was dimly lit. All along the left side, were 12’x12’ cubicles. Each one partitioned off from the next. Lighting for the displays was controlled by motion sensors. As John and Chris approached the first cubicle, the display lit up.
“Holy shit,” said Chris. “What the hell is this?”
Before them stood the naked figure of a muscular young man. Looked to be about the same age as John and Chris. The figure held a magazine in one hand, and appeared to be looking at it. The other hand was wrapped around a stiff cock, as if masturbating. A thin pole at the front of the display held a small placard that read - ‘Beating Off’ (Jeff).
John and Chris stared at the display for a minute before either said anything.
Chris was the first to react. “Man, that can’t be real, said Chris. “It’s gotta be wax, or something.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you’re right,” said John. “Sure is convincing, though.”
Both boys stepped into the display area to get a closer look. They each rubbed a hand along either bicep muscle on the figure. It was hard to the touch. Chris rapped on the bicep three times with his knuckles, as if knocking on a door.
“Yeah,” said Chris, “this is some sort of mannequin. He sure made it look human, though.”
“Sure did,” said John. “Wonder if he’s got any female mannequins around here.”
Chris tapped on the head of the figure’s cock. “Wow,” said Chris. “Talk about a hard-on.”
“You perv,” said John, laughing.
They stepped out of the cubicle and on to the next display. This one featured two more young male figures. Both naked, laying on the floor. Each figure had the other’s cock in it’s mouth. The placard read - ‘Sixty Nine’ (Steve and Chad).
“Geez,” said John. “I believe our friend upstairs is totally gay. I’m not sure why he though we’d enjoy seeing this stuff.”
“Unless he thinks we’re gay, too,” said Chris.
“Great,” said John.
They moved on to the next display. This one, titled - ‘Bound’ (Michael). Another nude male figure. This one with it’s wrists handcuffed together and suspended above it’s head from an overhead beam. The figure seemed to be looking up at the cuffs and struggling to free itself from the shackles, showing off well defined muscles. A red ball-gag was stuffed in it’s mouth. Assorted whips hung from wall next to the figure.
“Oh, man,” said John. “Now he’s getting into bondage scenes.”
They didn’t tarry too long before moving on to the next display. It was titled - ‘Well Hung’ (Jason and Mark). It featured a muscular nude male figure holding onto a rope in one hand and jerking itself off with the other. The second nude figure was bound and suspended by a noose around it’s neck. Legs askew, flailing as it hung from the rope. There was a look of terror on it’s dark red face. A swollen tongue protruded from purple lips.
“Oh, shit,” said John. “This is a snuff scene. Man, I’m not liking this. Maybe we should get out of here.”
“Yeah, these are getting kind of sick,” said Chris. “Let’s look at one or two more before we leave. I’m curious to see just how twisted this guy gets.”
“OK,” said John, reluctantly.
The next display was titled - ‘Time to Die’ (Chuck and Jeremy). One of the nude figures in this display was bound to, and bent over, a padded bench, being fucked by the muscular figure standing behind it. The standing figure had a fist full of the other’s hair, pulling it’s head back. The other hand held a large knife up to the exposed throat. The bound figure’s mouth was wide open, as if screaming.
“Fuck!” said Chris. “That’s it. I’ve seen enough. Let’s go.”
“Wait,” said John, staring at the display. “That big dude looks like someone I know. A friend of my older brother’s. He was a star player on the college football team before he disappeared eight years ago.”
John looked down at the small placard.
“Shit,” said John. “That was his name. Chuck.”
John was beginning to get sick to his stomach. He remembered Chuck showing his older brother a long scar down the side of his leg. John had gotten a good look at it, too. He stepped into the display area to take a look at the standing figure’s leg. There it was. The same scar he’d seen many years ago. John stepped behind the figure and looked at it’s back. He stared at the tiny seam that extended from the back of the figure’s head down to it’s butt-crack. He nearly vomited.
“We may be in deep shit, man,” said John. “These aren’t mannequins. These were all real dudes. They’ve been stuffed and mounted.”
Oh, fuck!” said Chris. “Let’s get the hell out of here!”
“If we can,” said John, nervously.
The two boys looked at each other, with fear in their eyes, before turning and running down the hallway toward the stairs. When John reached the top step, he tried to open the metal door. It was locked.
“Shit!” said John. “It’s locked. Let’s see if there’s another stairway.”
They hurried back down the stairway and ran as fast as they could toward the far end of the building. About twenty feet before reaching the back hallway, Chris tripped and fell. John stumbled over Chris and landed on the basement floor, sliding up to the base of one of the displays. It lit up.
This display was titled - ‘The Butcher’ (Rick, Paul and Rodney). Two nude male figures hung from meat hooks through their ankles. One had been completely gutted. Just below the body was a five-gallon bucket full of internal organs. The muscular nude butcher in the scene was just beginning to gut the second hanging body. An empty bucket below this figure.
John and Chris looked up at the display, briefly, before throwing up on the basement floor.
Once the heaving had subsided, John stood up and helped Chris to his feet. “Come on,” said John, “we’ve got to keep moving.”
They rounded the corner and looked down the short hallway that ran along the far wall of the basement. At the end of the hallway was a door. A sign above the door indicated that it was a fire escape. They both ran to the door. It was unlocked. John opened the door and they both rushed into the stairwell and up the steps, taking them two at a time. Once they reached the top, they came to another large metal door. It was locked.
Abe had been watching John and Chris ever since they first entered the basement. He was now looking at the monitor for the back stairwell. He pushed a button on the console in front of him, locking the door at the bottom of the stairwell. Then, he flipped a switch to the ‘on’ position.
“What’s that noise?” asked Chris, nervously..
“I don’t know,” said John. “Sounds like air escaping from a tire.”
John cocked his head and followed the sound to a small hole in the wall - one of many small holes throughout the stairwell. Putting his hand in front of the hole, he felt a steady rush of air. He began to feel slightly dizzy.
“Oh, shit!” yelled John. “It’s gas!”
Both boys turned and ran back down the stairs. When John tried to open the door, he found that it was now locked.
“Shit, man,” said John. “We’re trapped!”
Both boys were starting to get groggy. No longer able to stand up, they sat down next to each other with their backs against the door. Chris started balling.
“Dude,” sobbed Chris, “That son-of-a-bitch is going to stuff us and mount us in one of his sick-ass displays.”
“I know,” said John - his speech beginning to slur. “We’re… fucked.”
Both boys lost consciousness. Chris’s head fell over onto John’s shoulder.
Abe turned off the gas and flipped on another switch, turning on an exhaust fan in the stairwell. Then, he headed for the basement, to collect the two subjects for his next display.
After pulling a gurney out of the basement storage room, Abe rolled it down the hallway to the back stairwell. He unlocked the door and slowly opened it. The upper half of John and Chris’s bodies fell out onto the basement floor. Abe pulled John out of the stairwell. With a lot of effort, he lifted the muscular boy up and laid him on the gurney. He then pulled out Chris and laid him on top of John. He wheeled the gurney down the hall to his work area.
There were two large tables in the room. Abe stopped the gurney between the tables and locked the wheels in place. He rolled Chris onto the first table, and John onto the second. Then, he wheeled the gurney back to the storage room.
After returning to the work room, Abe stripped off the clothing of each boy. He took the money and driver’s license out of both wallets - he’d need their names for his display. Everything else went in the trash.
Since Abe always skinned his subjects alive, he went about injecting John and Chris with a drug that would leave them totally paralyzed. They wouldn’t even be able to move their heads from side to side. They would, however, have the ability to move their eyes around, and feel everything being done to them.
Over many years of trial and error, Abe had perfected the art of taxidermy. His first job would be to make plaster casts of the entire animal to be stuffed. The castings would later be filled with latex. Once the animal’s skin was stretched over the latex, it had the feel of real flesh. John and Chris had only touched the very first display. Had they felt later displays, they would’ve noticed how the subjects were becoming more and more life-like to the touch.
It was another couple of hours before John and Chris regained consciousness. By then, the casting had been completed. In addition, every hair had been removed from Chris’s body, except for the short blond hair on his head. John’s body hair was left intact. After removing his own clothing, Abe was ready to begin skinning the two boys. He started with Chris.
Bright lights were shining in Chris’s eyes when he woke up. He felt cold, and realized he was naked - laying on a metal table. He was unable to move. Thoughts of everything he’d seen in the basement quickly rushed through his mind. He knew he would soon be on display, in some grisly scene, along with John. His blue eyes filled with tears.
Abe noticed that Chris was now awake. He gave the boy a smile, as he rolled Chris over onto his belly.
Soon, Chris felt the tip of a sharp knife on the back of his head, up near the top. It slowly worked it’s way down to the base of his neck. The pain was horrible, but Chris was unable to scream. The knife continued it’s path down the boy’s back, all the way to his asshole.
Moving back to Chris’s head, Abe grabbed skin and folded the scalp over the top of the skull. Then, he carefully sliced under each ear, leaving them attached to the loose skin. He continued cutting flesh from the meat and muscle beneath, until Chris’s entire back was covered with loose skin. The boy was then turned over onto his back.
John had been fully conscious for a while now. Abe had turned the boy’s head to one side, so that he could witness his buddy being skinned alive - knowing it would be his turn next. The tears from John’s brown eyes were forming a puddle on the metal table beneath him.
Abe pulled Chris’s loose scalp forward and carefully cut beneath the face skin, making sure it remained in one piece. The boy was now looking at the back of the skin that once covered his head. After cutting beneath the neck flesh, Abe laid all the loose skin over Chris’s bare chest, and started working on the boy’s arms. The skin was peeled away and pulled off the arms, much like removing a sweater. Chest and belly skin were then peeled away, all the way to the boy’s crotch. Abe carefully skinned the cock and balls.
John watched his half-skinned buddy being turned over onto his belly. He was horrified by Chris’s face. The bloody raw meat. The exposed eyeballs. The permanent grin.
Abe skinned the firm ass-cheeks and sliced through the intestine that connected to the asshole. Then, he rolled Chris over again and began peeling the skin from his legs. Before long, Abe was holding a complete hide in his right hand. He laid the bloody skin across John’s chest and belly.
Abe rolled Chris over, once again, onto his belly. The boy’s raw meat was causing Abe’s dick to get hard. He ran one hand down the exposed back-flesh, while stroking himself with the other. He spent a long time massaging the slick ass meat.
John watched, as Abe crawled onto the metal table and straddled Chris’s bloody legs. He saw the man reach between the raw ass-cheeks and pull out a length of intestine. The opening was stretched over Abe’s cockhead, and slowly pulled to the base of his large member, as if putting on a condom. John would’ve puked, if he’d been able.
Abe stuck his intestine-encased cockhead between Chris’s firm butt-cheeks and shoved forward, filling the boy’s guts. He began fucking the tight innards, enjoying the feel of raw meat against his chest and belly. He loved the ‘wet’ sounds made each time he slammed against the bloody ass-cheeks.
Chris was in excruciating pain. Not only from the pounding his guts were receiving, but also from his exposed nerve endings. It felt like jolts of electricity were shooting through his body.
Abe was approaching an orgasm. Just before cumming, he pulled out of Chris and sat on the boy’s legs. He stroked himself a couple of times, then watched the intestine fill with his thick load. After squeezing out every last drop of cum, he pulled the thin membrane from his cock, letting it fall on the table.
Abe got down off the table and continued with the work at hand. He picked up Chris’s hide off of John’s naked body and carried it through swinging doors, into the next room. I would be soaked in a special solution - making it soft and pliable.
When Abe came back through the doors, he was guiding a pulley and hook along a track in the ceiling. He lowered the hook to the base of the table. After tying Chris’s ankles together, he attached them to the hook. As he began hoisting the skinned boy up toward the ceiling, Abe looked over at John.
“There’s a lot of good meat on you boys,” said Abe. “I’m not letting any of it go to waste. I’ll be eating well for the next couple of months.”
John wished he could lose consciousness again. Not only were he and Chris going to be stuffed and mounted - the meat from their bones was going to be eaten by this crazy man. John watched as Abe pushed the skinless body through the swinging doors. That would be the last he’d see of his buddy.
Abe spent the next ninety minutes butchering Chris. His meat was packed away in a large freezer. A few hours later, John’s meat would fill the freezer to it’s capacity.
Over the next week, Abe spent most of his time creating the new display. It was now finished. As the final touch, Abe attached a placard to the metal stand. This one was titled - ‘Cannibal Lust’ (John and Chris).
Abe set a folding chair down inside the display area. After removing his clothes, he sat down to admire his new creation, as he stroked himself.
John had been mounted on a chair, in a seated position. His muscular legs were spread wide. His left hand rested on his left thigh. The right hand was wrapped around his stiff cock. John appeared to be jacking off, as he watched the scene in front of him - through very life-like glass eyes.
Chris was mounted on a spit, over a bed of bright red-orange coals. His ankles were wired to one end of the long pole that ran through his body. His wrists, wired to the opposite end. The spit had been shoved through the boy’s ass and could be seen in the empty abdominal cavity, before exiting his mouth. Chris’s skin had been tinted to resemble that of a fully cooked Thanksgiving turkey. The flesh was shiny, and gave the appearance of being very tender and juicy. A motor slowly rotated the spit over the fake coals. The boy’s good-sized cock and balls hung loosely from his groin. They flopped from one side of his body to the other, before dangling toward the coals, with each rotation of the spit.
Abe shot a thick load of cum across his belly. He liked his new display, and would be using it quite often to get himself off. The sight of Chris, slowly roasting, was making Abe extremely hungry. He cleaned himself off and headed upstairs to fix a thick steak for dinner.

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