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    Dinner With Andre.

    For weeks, I dreamed and jerked off to the memory of that night at Andre’s. Then, four months later, I received an invitation to return. I don’t think I’ve been so jacked up since I killed my first victim.

    Like the first time, I was picked up on a downtown corner by a black SUV, with tinted windows so I couldn’t see where we were going. After a half-hour, we pulled up at Andre’s country estate. I was shown to a private room where I could shower and dress for dinner. Again, I was told we could wear anything or nothing. I was modest four months ago, but tonight I was going to impress. Leather chaps and boots. Only. The mirror reflected a sexy stud. I’m 25, 6’1, 185, fortunate in my genes, in that I’m extremely good looking and have a near-perfect body. Classic proportions and absolutely smooth. No tattoos or facial hair. I also have an oversized cock. I mean, it’s big big. About nine inches long, soft or hard, and extra thick. Two inches diameter soft, almost three hard. Uncut. Meaty, fleshy and most guys don’t know what to do with it. Too big for their ass or their mouth. They love to look, or fondle, or nibble but they don’t give me a place to shove it. And I have large nuts that hang low in a roomy sac. Yes, the mirror reflected a very sexy man. Absolutely gorgeous and mouth-watering above the waist. And below, voluptuous cock and balls framed by chaps, and a solid bubble butt protruding from the rear. Caleb is a looker, all right. No one can keep their eyes or hands off me. I will attract attention tonight, for sure. I hope Andre doesn’t mind.

    When I walked into the cocktail room, I felt six eyes boring in on me. Andre and two others. Jack wore only tight white shorts, while Cory was naked. Both were strikingly handsome, but they paled next to me. All returning vets, we were relaxed and chatted amiably, discussing our previous experiences in this house. When we were ushered into the next room, there again was Zakary in his white chef’s outfit standing next to the table holding a naked man. Zakary’s eyes widened when he saw me.

    Since we had all been here before, Andre didn’t have to give his welcoming spiel. He merely pointed to the TV screen and vids of the boy, Barney, showing off his dick and ass on social media. Zakary immediately clipped off all Barney’s fingers and toes and offered them to us for dipping. We all nibbled away as we stood around the muscular, dark-haired boy and critiqued his body. His eyes reflected fear. Did he know what his fate would be? Again, I was first to act as I wrapped my lips around his nose. (I have a thing for noses!) I sucked and got some snot. Snot is tasty. Then I bit into the nose and the boy’s body lurched upward. I didn’t chew his nose off, just chewed until it was bloody, and pulled off. Rivulets of blood ran down both cheeks.

    Cory asked “Zakary, can I cut off his dick?” “You can, but he will bleed out and die pretty quick. If that’s what everyone wants, a quick death, then you can do it yourself. But if you want him to live a while longer, I can remove it for you with out killing him.” Everyone agreed to that.

    Zakary took the boy’s dick in his mouth and in moments it had swollen into a long hard rod, curved slightly to his belly like a horse. Zakary took a piece of twine and tied the dick about a half inch from its shaved base. Then another piece tied right at the base. He continued to tighten one and then the other until he had tied the cock off completely, so no cum or blood could flow into the still rigid dick. Then he placed a sharp knife between the two cords and sawed Barney’s dick off. As he handed the dick to Cory, he said “The twine at his crotch will keep him from bleeding even though we cut that big vein, and the twine on the cock will keep it hard while you use it.”

    Cory was ecstatic. He licked the dick and walked to the head of the table and shoved it deep into Barney’s throat. “Fuck yourself, Barney! Do you know yet that we are going to eat you tonight? Yes, we are cannibals and you’re our dinner. We’re going to cut you in little pieces and eat you. And we’re going to keep you alive so you can feel every cut. Fuck you!”

    “Christ, Cory, that was harsh.”
    “Oh, he reminds me of someone I hate.”
    “So, he suffers for that?”
    “He’s going to die and we’re going to eat him. Why not have fun and terrorize the little bitch?”
    “Well, since you put it that way.”

    Jack shrugged and turned to Barney’s head. The dick was still deep in his throat and he was struggling to breathe through the nose I had mangled. There were tears on his cheeks now, mingling with the blood. And the boy’s eyes reflected absolute terror. Jack said, “Barney, you don’t have to watch.” He poked his finger into the kid’s eye and kept pushing until the eyeball popped out. Barney was screaming and his eye dangled on his cheek.

    Zakary turned to me. “Tough crowd tonight.”
    “Yeah. Should be fun.”
    Looking me up and down, and winking, he said, “Thanks for being here again.”
    “Anytime you want me. I like your menu.”
    “Any limits on the age of the meat?”
    “Late twenties would be my limit.”
    “Limits on the other end of the scale?”
    “No. I imagine veal would be lovely.”
    “Good to know. That’s a touchy subject for some guys. I have some very tasty recipes.”
    “I’m sure.”

    I looked over at Cody shoving the kid’s cock in and out of his mouth, giving it a blow job. And Jack was flicking two dangling eyeballs now. I asked Zakary to castrate Barney’s nuts. He tied off the sac, flicked his knife, and handed me two pearly white testicles. I sucked on each for a minute or two and then walked over the boy and popped one into each of the empty eye sockets. That got everybody’s attention and big smiles and applause.

    I looked over the collection of sharp instruments and picked one up. “What’s this for?”
    “For coring”, said Zakary.
    “Coring?”
    “Yeah, like coring apples. Or pecs, or butts. Papa invented it”
    “Let me use one.”

    The gizmo was round and hollow, with one end very sharp and serrated. I looked at Barney’s chest and set the cutter over one nipple. As I began to twist it, the blade cut into his chest. I kept twisting and pushing down, and the cutter ripped through his chest until it was almost two inches deep. From the open end, I could see the boy’s nipple and an oozing of blood. “Now what?” Zakary came over and shoved a thin wire down into the chest, made a couple twists, and pulled the cutter out of Barney’s chest. Inside the cutter was a plug of flesh. He poked and it dropped into my hand. A two-inch plug of pec flesh topped by a nipple. I slipped it into my mouth and sucked on it. Meanwhile, the hole in Barney’s chest was filling with blood, and Cory and Jack were taking turns slurping it out. The hole kept filling, so I joined in. Hard to imagine this little fountain of blood not running dry.

    I turned to Zakary, who was grinning at all of us. And with blood on my lips, I leaned over and kissed him. He was receptive and when I pulled away, he reached down and held my cock in his hand.
    “So huge.”
    “Mmmmmm.”
    “Someday.”
    “Yes, someday.”
    From across the room, I saw Andre looking at us and smiling.
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    Face Time.

    I didn’t have to wait four months for my next invitation. It came in three weeks. And, again, I dressed only in chaps and boots. To my surprise, there was only one guest, an older guy named Maurice. He was a still-handsome forty-something man. Very nice, and very attracted to me…my dick, really. He stared down at it and simply said, “Oh, my. Andre, where did you find this young man? Don’t ever let him get away.”

    We chatted amiably, Andre, Maurice and me. The whole time, I could feel Maurice’s eyes probing every inch of my body. Every crevice. Every muscle. Every inch of my skin. I loved it. I love to be lusted after, to have my body be the center of attention. I know how attractive I am and I love it when others acknowledge my beauty. I want men to want me.

    When we entered the next room, Zakary approached and hugged Maurice, and smiled at me. “Ah, welcome. Two very special guests tonight. Uncle Maurice and Caleb. I’ve prepared an exquisite meal for us, a succulent veal. But first, a little face time, I presume, Maurice?”

    “Of course, Zakary.”
    “He’s a pretty one, don’t you think, Caleb?”
    “Yes, stunningly beautiful!”
    “Uncle Maurice collects beauties like this one.”
    “Collects?”
    “Yes. Faces, to be more precise. I remove the face from the boy and Maurice takes it home.”
    “Takes it home?”
    “For his collection. He has an exquisite collection of faces and body parts.”
    “Fuck!”
    “Ha! Yes. An unusual hobby. What I’m going to do, Caleb, is slice the face off this man. It’s a very intricate procedure and demands my full concentration. It is quite painful for the subject, but what the fuck. He’s sedated so he can’t move. I mean, his head must be immobile so I can do my work. But at the same time, he will feel excruciating pain, which I can see in his eyes as I cut. That’s a huge turn on for me and I always have a raging hard-on, so I’ll strip and work naked. I know you and Uncle Maurice and Papa won’t mind.”

    Zakary removed his chef’s outfit, revealing a very attractive body. He was about 6’4”, maybe 175 pounds, curly brown hair, smooth skin, prominent nipples, a long slender cock of almost nine inches, surrounded by a heavy brown bush. He obviously didn’t work with weights but his nineteen-year-old body could develop nicely with the right workout.

    “How do you like me, Caleb? I can’t compare to you but hope I’m not too bad.”
    “No, Zakary, you’re a very attractive guy. Sexy. Enticing.”
    “Since you were here before, I’ve wondered if I should shave my crotch like you do.”
    “Shaving does make you dick look bigger, and yours is already rather impressive.”
    “OK. Everybody just stop and wait. I’m going to shave right now. I’m too excited not to.”
    “Zakary. Stop. You can’t just run off.”
    “Yes, I can, Papa. You can’t continue without me, can you?”

    While Zakary was gone, we all laughed at his impulsiveness, and occupied our time by probing and poking the man on the table.

    “He’s a beauty, Andre. Where did you find him?”
    “Outside the all-night gym downtown. An easy capture.”
    “Name?”
    “Not sure. George or Jim or Jordan…something like that.”
    “Say Caleb. I think you should strip down, too. You know, to make Zakary feel more comfortable.”
    “Sure. You never have to ask me twice to get naked.”
    “I’m sure. We old guys will keep our clothes on and just admire the two of you.”

    Zakary returned with a beautiful smooth crotch. When he saw me, he let out a yelp of joy and his dick sprung to full attention. Then he became serious and made himself relax. With scalpels in hand, he turned to the man on the table. He made an incision across the scalp, about two inches above the hair line. Then down the sides of the head, behind the ears, to the jaw. Another cut below the jaw, from side to side, completing the circle.

    He pulled at the hair with one hand and slid his scalpel under the skin. With only a few sliding cuts, the skin pulled away rather easily. Little by little, the boy’s skin separated from his forehead. Zakary gently sliced and lifted until he had reached the eyes. Many quick and delicate movements, left and right, up and down, and the face was lifted past the eyes, leaving sockets and eyeballs. Eyeballs moving. Staring vacantly. Deprived of lubricating eyelids. The room was silent except for light slicing sounds and an occasional mournful lament emanating from the boy’s throat. As the face detached from the eyes, I heard a quiet grunt from Zakary. I glanced down in time to see quantities of thick cum spurting under the table from his trembling cock. Seeing Zakary’s jizz flow, my own cock erupted, shooting my load into the air whence it plopped onto the boy’s chest. Andre and Maurice grinned widely, and Zakary glanced back at me with smiling eyes.

    From the first cut, blood oozed and flowed. It certainly would have been easier for Zakary to perform this separation with the boy dead and his heart not pumping. Slippery blood made it more difficult to hold on to skin but there was no doubt it was more stimulating this way. If the boy was feeling pain, the only evidence was an occasional moan and a clenching of his fists.

    Zakary continued, slicing and lifting behind the ears and to the jaw. Amazingly, the ears and the nose detached, and then off came the lips, full and pink. As the skin pulled from the chin, completing the circle, Andre held a silver platter out and Zakary slid the face onto it. He smoothed it out some wrinkles and spread it wide on the platter, then turned back to the boy. His scalpel dug out each eyeball, which he set in the eye sockets on the platter. Zakary nodded and smiled. “For you, Uncle Maurice.” “Thank you, dear boy.”

    I looked at the boy’s chest and could see his heart was still beating. Then I looked at the face. Or, where there had been a face. A Halloween mask, is the only way I can describe it. Mostly red and oozing still. Some white bone and red sinew, holes where eyes and nose had been, teeth and gums grinning prominently. Zakary said he had passed out from the pain shortly after he started, but soft moans had continued off and on. He could die momentarily or continue breathing for hours.

    My dick was hard again and I needed to chop. I picked up a long knife, put it to a pec and sliced horizontally until I lifted the entire pec off the boy’s chest. Then I cut the other one off. Handed one to Zakary and kept the other. “Something to chew on after a hard day’s work.” Grinning, we bit into the beefy muscles. We stood close together, our cocks hard and throbbing, poking at each other. Meanwhile, Andre and Maurice were at the sideboard, admiring the boy’s face.

    And dinner? We ate that dinner, the four of us. Veal is indeed delicious, with a rich melt-in-your-mouth succulence. In the center of the table lay the beautiful young flattened face, side by side with the denuded grinning skull. A delightful setting for a delicious meal.

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    this is the best part:

    I looked through the cutting instruments, picked up a scalpel, and stood by Colt. The others watched as I sliced the boy’s smooth belly, making an incision about six inches long, from side to side, just below his belly button. Ohhs and aahs as rich red blood quickly filled the slit. Then exclamations of joy as yellow intestines began to poke through the opening. Positioned as he was, Colt’s eyes could also see this and they widened with terror, and his breathing and heart beat increased. Even under sedation, Colt was panicking, which pulsated his guts further and faster out of his belly.

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    Thanks. It makes me hungry and hard knowing someone else feels the same stimulation.
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    Quote Originally Posted by callmecaleb View Post
    Yes, Demon. I would love to join you in ripping a beating heart from a young man's chest. The two of us holding the pulsing muscle in our hands together, kissing and caressing it, and biting into it before it powers down.

    And, if this pic is you, I would kill you and eat your heart. But not until I had removed that luscious smooth ivory skin, strip by strip, and consumed it.
    I wish I had a body like that but no that is my newest obsession on cam. Tbevery type of body I dream to kill and to feel it’s heart beating before I remove it and eat it. He’s an online cam model who I really want

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    Quote Originally Posted by demon007 View Post
    I wish I had a body like that but no that is my newest obsession on cam. Tbevery type of body I dream to kill and to feel it’s heart beating before I remove it and eat it. He’s an online cam model who I really want
    You have exquisite taste, Demon. He is young and beautiful. The kind of beauty I desire to tear with my teeth. And he has a strong, healthy heart which will beat long after it is ripped from his chest. Pulsing in my hands I will chew and gnaw and rip until I have devoured its magnificence.
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    The Bedroom Door.

    We were gathered in the Cocktail Room, chatting and getting to know each other: Andre, me, and three others. Two had been here before. The newbie was young and very cute, with a nice build. He wore jeans but no shirt. The others were in shorts and also shirtless. The new kid seemed unusually nervous. His friend was talking animatedly to him when I wandered over. I’m a good talker and can put people at ease, so I stayed with the boy. By the time we entered the next room, he seemed to have calmed down.

    Andre gave his welcoming spiel. When he goth to the part “….cannibals, homosexual cannibals…” the boy said to his friend, “No. No. This isn’t right.” Immediately, Andre and Zakary went to the two and escorted them out. They returned quickly and Andre said “A little too much for him. He’s not quite ready. So, let’s continue.” And we did, turning our attention to the man on the table and, later, to an excellent dinner.

    “Can you stay and help me with something?” Zakary had never asked me to stay past dinner before, so I said, “Sure. What can I do?” “Follow me.” We left the dinning room, past the dead man on the table, and down a long corridor. Then down some stairs, through another long corridor to a heavy steel door. “This is my small bedroom” he said as we entered. It was sparse. Just a cot, an old rug on a linoleum floor, and a closet. At least, I though it was a closet until he opened the door and two bodies fell out. They were the two guests who had left the party. Unconscious.

    “If anyone shows reluctance, we get them out as soon as possible so the mood isn’t broken. Me and Papa dropped these two down a chute. We vet our guests before their first visit so we can be sure of their reliability. Don’t know how, but we fucked up on this dude. And even though his sponsor is a true cannibal, we must dispose of him, too.”
    “Dispose?”
    “Yes. Neither will ever leave this house.”
    “Christ!”
    “May seem harsh but we can’t take chances. Besides, there is an upside.”
    “There is?”
    “Yes. These two are mine. Papa will never see them again.”
    “So, what happens?”
    “I keep them alive for a time as a punishment for breaking our rules, and when they’re dead, I eat them.”
    “Simple as that?”
    “Well, not simple but, yes, that’s how I do it.”

    Zakary stripped the men naked and laid them on their side, facing each other. Using a needle and thread (extremely strong thread, he said), he sewed the men’s cock heads together. My dick almost exploded, this was so fucking hot! Then he sewed their nipples and, finally, their tongues! My God. I’ve never seen anything like this!

    “Go ahead and jerk off, Caleb. You’re no use to me when you’re in heat like that.”

    I blasted a huge load that landed on the naked guys’ butts. And I kept cuming and cuming and cuming, until finally I ran out of juice. But I couldn’t stop panting. Meanwhile, Zakary had wrapped their arms around each other and tied them. There was no way one could pull apart from the other. He opened another steel door and said, “Help me pull them in here.”

    With a small knife, he sliced one cheek of each deeply. Blood ran from the cut down into their mouths and onto the floor. Then, with his thumb, he gouged one eyeball out from each man, letting them hang loosely over their noses.

    “OK. Done.”
    “What happens now?”
    “They’ll wake up and see each other’s mutilated face and freak out.”
    “Then what?”
    “Nothing. These two fuckers will lie here, attached to each other, looking at their disfigured faces, until they die.”
    “How long?”
    “Week. Two weeks. Maybe more. No way of knowing.”
    “And what will you do?”
    “I’ll sleep in here with them. Cuddle. Bite flesh. Eat flesh. Enjoy their misery. Screams become cries become whimpers become moans. Believe me, their anguish will be a lullaby for me. I love this.”
    “Then what? After they die.”
    “I’ll take them into my main bedroom.”
    “Where’s that?”
    “There. Through that big door>”
    “Show me.”
    “You’re not ready.”
    “Fuck that, Zakary. What do you mean I’m not ready? Fucking show me!”
    ”Well, OK. Put this mask on.”
    “A mask? Oh please. Just open the door!”

    Zakary shrugged and pulled the door open. I was hit by a blast of stench that literally knocked me to my knees. Almost passed out, too. I put the mask to my face and looked into the room. Inside were a dozen naked corpses in various stages of decay. Piles of dead men. Like a Brazilian prison.

    As I knelt, staring, unbelieving, Zakary smiled. “My bedroom, Caleb. My real bedroom.”

    I puked.
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    Rotters.

    I puked my guts out. Zakary closed the heavy door, closing off my view of the rotting bodies and body parts inside. He quietly cleaned up the mess, using the clothes of the two men who lay unconscious nearby. He sat on the floor next to me and put his arm around my shoulders. We were both naked.

    “I suppose I owe you an explanation, Caleb. I like you, a lot, and want to become closer to you. But it’s only fair you know who I am. When I was about nine years old, I found a head in the barn. It was fresh. The blood on the neck was still sticky. I took it to my room and spent the day playing with it. Running my fingers over it. Licking and kissing it. Tasting its damp blood. Pushing my fingers into the mouth and up into the neck. I poked the eyes out and licked them. Eventually ate them. My fingers probed the sockets. I chewed at the ears and nose. And slept with it that night. And every night thereafter. The head began to change, of course, but the changes fascinated me. Eventually, it began to stink but I found the smell intoxicating. The rotting skin and scalp slid off the skull. The skin tasted good. So did the flesh and muscle. I put the scalp on my head and looked in the mirror. It gave me an erection. Yes, an erection. I’d been having them at night for a couple years but this was the first time I felt a sexual stimulation. I slept with the head for months, slowly eating. I pulled the brain out through the bottom and ate it. Eventually, months later, I had nothing left but the skull itself, white and dry. A prized possession. It still sits on my shelf. My first.

    “Papa found out eventually. He had a long talk with me about the head and why I cared so deeply for it. He realized I had unusual desires and cravings…and accepted them. You see, Papa had strange cravings himself. He had been a cannibal since he was at university. He was gay and met Maurice there. They never were lovers but found they shared similar cravings. Both fantasized killing other boys, and eating them. One night, they drove into town and kidnapped a local boy. In the woods, they strangled him and cut flesh from his body. They ate chunks of the boy, even roasted pieces on a stick over a campfire. They buried the kid in the woods and drove back to campus. They were happy and content. They had a new hobby, and a new diet.

    “Both Maurice and Papa came from wealth, and soon each had huge estates where they could indulge their whims. Papa is interested only in cannibalism. Maurice has expanded desires. He is a vicious sadist and enjoys torturing pretty young guys. Especially bodybuilders. I saw how he looked at you the other night. He would love to have you in his shop for several days and reduce you to a pile of slop. Of course, you’re safe because you are with Papa and me, and Uncle Maurice told Papa he likes you very much. He only kills strangers, never anyone he has gotten to know.

    So, I am in the middle. Primarily a cannibal, but I get off on killing a guy in order to eat him. When I have the guy on the table and am helping others cut him up, I get off on his pain. Even though he’s paralyzed, he can still feel pain, and I know it and can see it in his eyes. When he’s lying there motionless and other are destroying him, I’ve got a huge hardon under the chef’s outfit.

    “Oh, yeah, the sedation. Papa has worked on this for years. No one else knows what goes into it, but lately he’s developed a liquid that is injected into the bloodstream, and within five minutes paralyzes the dude. I inject it about fifteen minutes before people come into the room to see him. He can’t move his body, but can still hear and see. He understands what we say as we talk about his body and what we plan to do; and then when we start, he can feel everything. But he can’t scream. Sometimes a low moan, but nothing more. Papa is trying to develop something that will also block the pain because he isn’t sadistic…just hungry. Me, I really get off on it. I can see fear and terror and agony in his eyes, and that is so fucking cracking!

    “I really like you, Caleb, and want to be with you. Papa likes you, too, and is fine with us hanging together. We both would like you to move in with us and Papa thinks you’ll be a great influence on me. But if we did that, you need to know my desires and cravings. What you saw tonight, that’s me. These two guys will wake up soon and be in physical and mental agony until they die. And I will enjoy that. And after they die, they will be in my bedroom, sharing my bed as they rot. Rotters make me happy, Caleb. I get off on the smell of their rot, the taste of their rot, the feel of their rot. They are the most beautiful things on Earth. I can’t life without them, and need new ones constantly. After every dinner party, whatever is not consumed by our guests, comes here. They replenish me. So, you need to know. I want you to live with me. I love you. But you must accept who I am. You don’t need to partake in any of this but you must accept me as I am.”

    Zakary stopped talking and looked into my eyes. His eyes, so pretty, reflected affection and desire. I couldn’t speak for a long time, but he said nothing more.

    “Jesus, Zakary. This is a lot to process. I don’t know. I mean, that stench, rotting flesh. It’s awful. I do care for you, and would love to live with you and Andre. Cannibal dinner parties are wonderful, and I love cutting up the man on the table. But rotters? I don’t know.”

    “You think about it, Caleb. You never have to go into the big bedroom. You’ll have you own suite of rooms and I could be with you there. You wouldn’t have to come here.”

    “You really eat that shit? I mean, bite it, chew it, swallow it? How in hell?“

    Zakary stood, walked into the bedroom, and returned quickly, but the stench drifted out. Zakary sat beside me, a foot in his hands. It was relatively fresh, maybe only two weeks removed from life, but the flesh was already rotting and peeling off the bone. He lifted it to his mouth and bit off a toe. He chewed, and swallowed. Then a second toe. He turned the foot over and bit into the heel. What is normally hard and tough was soft. His teeth easily ate through the entire heel. By now, Zakary’s face had assumed the look of ecstasy. He tore into the balls and toe pads. He became almost voracious as his teeth ripped into the skin on the top of the foot, the ankles, more toes. He gnawed and chewed and ripped at the foot, eating everything but bone. He was an insatiable animal, grunting as consumed that foot. He finished, panting heavily, exhausted from his intensity. His heartbeat slowed as his passion wound down. Holding the fleshless foot, he looked at me, his eyes almost apologetic but pleading. For what? Acceptance? Understanding? Affection? He was nineteen and confused.

    “I’m sorry, Caleb. I got carried away. But that’s me. It’s what I am.”

    He slid toward me, put his arms around me, and squeezed tight. “I love you. I need you.” He slid further down and put his mouth to my cock. It had been soft but now began to stir with the touch of his lips. He tried to take it into his mouth but it was way too big. He looked up at me.

    “Fuck me, Caleb.”
    “Whoa! I can’t do that.”
    “Yes! It’s the biggest, most magnificent cock in the world, but it’s so big you never get to fuck any one. I’ll prove how much I want you by taking your cock inside me.”
    “I don’t think so, Zakary. Have you ever even been fucked before?”
    “No. Never. I want you to be the first.”
    “I probably won’t even get inside, and if I do, it will rip you open, leave you a bloody mess.”
    “Please!”
    “I would need a lubricant to get started. Once I’ve gone inside, the blood from you hole would do it.”

    Zakary laid across the two unconscious men, positioning his ass in the air for me. And with a knife, cut deep into the leg of one of them. “There’s your lubricant!!” I dropped to my knees and spread the man’s blood over my hard cock. I shoved two bloody fingers into Zakary’s butthole, in and out. He tried to keep quiet but I knew just the fingers hurt. But now I was in heat, and I just rammed my dick into his virgin hole. One, two, three pokes and POP! I was in. Zakary screamed. I pumped. He shrieked. Again. And again. And again. It had been so long since I had my dick up any man’s hole, that I kept pounding, oblivious to Zakary’s pain, treating my dick to pleasures it hadn’t enjoyed for so long. When finally my load exploded into the boy’s ass, I let out roar of passion and pleasure. The I lay on top, motionless, letting my body come down from its high. When my loud breathing quieted, I could hear soft sobs coming from beneath. I pulled out and lifted Zakary from atop the two men. I took him in my arms and looked into his face. It was scrunched up in pain…agony. Tears were flowing, unstoppable. I just held him until they stopped. Eventually, he opened his eyes.

    “Thank you. Did I do OK?”
    “Super. It felt so good to be inside you.”

    I slid off and looked at his ass. It really was a bloody mess. No damage inside as far as I could tell, but the opening was severely ripped. I put my mouth to it and licked gently. His blood tasted glorious, even with the undertaste of shit and semen.

    “Do you want to fist me, Caleb?”
    “No, I’m not into that.”

    But I had an idea. I got up and walked to the big bedroom. I went in, feeling the blast of stench, held my breath, and looked around. Found what I wanted and came back out. It was an arm with a clenched hand still attached. Flesh already peeling. I rolled Zakary onto his back and raised his legs over my shoulders. I showed him the arm and fist. His eyes widened and he grinned. Then I slipped it into his loose, bloody hole and worked it in and out. The idea of being fisted by that arm must have excited him, for his dick hardened and, in a minute, he shot huge quantities of cum onto his chest. As he relaxed, I removed the arm, licked the cum from his chest, and pulled him tight to my body.

    “Oh, Caleb, that was wonderful…both times. Will you stay?”
    “Yes.”
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    Organic and Natural.
    Nutritious and Tasty.

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    Rotters.

    I puked my guts out. Zakary closed the heavy door, closing off my view of the rotting bodies and body parts inside. He quietly cleaned up the mess, using the clothes of the two men who lay unconscious nearby. He sat on the floor next to me and put his arm around my shoulders. We were both naked.

    “I suppose I owe you an explanation, Caleb. I like you, a lot, and want to become closer to you. But it’s only fair you know who I am. When I was about nine years old, I found a head in the barn. It was fresh. The blood on the neck was still sticky. I took it to my room and spent the day playing with it. Running my fingers over it. Licking and kissing it. Tasting its damp blood. Pushing my fingers into the mouth and up into the neck. I poked the eyes out and licked them. Eventually ate them. My fingers probed the sockets. I chewed at the ears and nose. And slept with it that night. And every night thereafter. The head began to change, of course, but the changes fascinated me. Eventually, it began to stink but I found the smell intoxicating. The rotting skin and scalp slid off the skull. The skin tasted good. So did the flesh and muscle. I put the scalp on my head and looked in the mirror. It gave me an erection. Yes, an erection. I’d been having them at night for a couple years but this was the first time I felt a sexual stimulation. I slept with the head for months, slowly eating. I pulled the brain out through the bottom and ate it. Eventually, months later, I had nothing left but the skull itself, white and dry. A prized possession. It still sits on my shelf. My first.

    “Papa found out eventually. He had a long talk with me about the head and why I cared so deeply for it. He realized I had unusual desires and cravings…and accepted them. You see, Papa had strange cravings himself. He had been a cannibal since he was at university. He was gay and met Maurice there. They never were lovers but found they shared similar cravings. Both fantasized killing other boys, and eating them. One night, they drove into town and kidnapped a local boy. In the woods, they strangled him and cut flesh from his body. They ate chunks of the boy, even roasted pieces on a stick over a campfire. They buried the kid in the woods and drove back to campus. They were happy and content. They had a new hobby, and a new diet.

    “Both Maurice and Papa came from wealth, and soon each had huge estates where they could indulge their whims. Papa is interested only in cannibalism. Maurice has expanded desires. He is a vicious sadist and enjoys torturing pretty young guys. Especially bodybuilders. I saw how he looked at you the other night. He would love to have you in his shop for several days and reduce you to a pile of slop. Of course, you’re safe because you are with Papa and me, and Uncle Maurice told Papa he likes you very much. He only kills strangers, never anyone he has gotten to know.

    So, I am in the middle. Primarily a cannibal, but I get off on killing a guy in order to eat him. When I have the guy on the table and am helping others cut him up, I get off on his pain. Even though he’s paralyzed, he can still feel pain, and I know it and can see it in his eyes. When he’s lying there motionless and other are destroying him, I’ve got a huge hardon under the chef’s outfit.

    “Oh, yeah, the sedation. Papa has worked on this for years. No one else knows what goes into it, but lately he’s developed a liquid that is injected into the bloodstream, and within five minutes paralyzes the dude. I inject it about fifteen minutes before people come into the room to see him. He can’t move his body, but can still hear and see. He understands what we say as we talk about his body and what we plan to do; and then when we start, he can feel everything. But he can’t scream. Sometimes a low moan, but nothing more. Papa is trying to develop something that will also block the pain because he isn’t sadistic…just hungry. Me, I really get off on it. I can see fear and terror and agony in his eyes, and that is so fucking cracking!

    “I really like you, Caleb, and want to be with you. Papa likes you, too, and is fine with us hanging together. We both would like you to move in with us and Papa thinks you’ll be a great influence on me. But if we did that, you need to know my desires and cravings. What you saw tonight, that’s me. These two guys will wake up soon and be in physical and mental agony until they die. And I will enjoy that. And after they die, they will be in my bedroom, sharing my bed as they rot. Rotters make me happy, Caleb. I get off on the smell of their rot, the taste of their rot, the feel of their rot. They are the most beautiful things on Earth. I can’t life without them, and need new ones constantly. After every dinner party, whatever is not consumed by our guests, comes here. They replenish me. So, you need to know. I want you to live with me. I love you. But you must accept who I am. You don’t need to partake in any of this but you must accept me as I am.”

    Zakary stopped talking and looked into my eyes. His eyes, so pretty, reflected affection and desire. I couldn’t speak for a long time, but he said nothing more.

    “Jesus, Zakary. This is a lot to process. I don’t know. I mean, that stench, rotting flesh. It’s awful. I do care for you, and would love to live with you and Andre. Cannibal dinner parties are wonderful, and I love cutting up the man on the table. But rotters? I don’t know.”

    “You think about it, Caleb. You never have to go into the big bedroom. You’ll have you own suite of rooms and I could be with you there. You wouldn’t have to come here.”

    “You really eat that shit? I mean, bite it, chew it, swallow it? How in hell?“

    Zakary stood, walked into the bedroom, and returned quickly, but the stench drifted out. Zakary sat beside me, a foot in his hands. It was relatively fresh, maybe only two weeks removed from life, but the flesh was already rotting and peeling off the bone. He lifted it to his mouth and bit off a toe. He chewed, and swallowed. Then a second toe. He turned the foot over and bit into the heel. What is normally hard and tough was soft. His teeth easily ate through the entire heel. By now, Zakary’s face had assumed the look of ecstasy. He tore into the balls and toe pads. He became almost voracious as his teeth ripped into the skin on the top of the foot, the ankles, more toes. He gnawed and chewed and ripped at the foot, eating everything but bone. He was an insatiable animal, grunting as consumed that foot. He finished, panting heavily, exhausted from his intensity. His heartbeat slowed as his passion wound down. Holding the fleshless foot, he looked at me, his eyes almost apologetic but pleading. For what? Acceptance? Understanding? Affection? He was nineteen and confused.

    “I’m sorry, Caleb. I got carried away. But that’s me. It’s what I am.”

    He slid toward me, put his arms around me, and squeezed tight. “I love you. I need you.” He slid further down and put his mouth to my cock. It had been soft but now began to stir with the touch of his lips. He tried to take it into his mouth but it was way too big. He looked up at me.

    “Fuck me, Caleb.”
    “Whoa! I can’t do that.”
    “Yes! It’s the biggest, most magnificent cock in the world, but it’s so big you never get to fuck any one. I’ll prove how much I want you by taking your cock inside me.”
    “I don’t think so, Zakary. Have you ever even been fucked before?”
    “No. Never. I want you to be the first.”
    “I probably won’t even get inside, and if I do, it will rip you open, leave you a bloody mess.”
    “Please!”
    “I would need a lubricant to get started. Once I’ve gone inside, the blood from you hole would do it.”

    Zakary laid across the two unconscious men, positioning his ass in the air for me. And with a knife, cut deep into the leg of one of them. “There’s your lubricant!!” I dropped to my knees and spread the man’s blood over my hard cock. I shoved two bloody fingers into Zakary’s butthole, in and out. He tried to keep quiet but I knew just the fingers hurt. But now I was in heat, and I just rammed my dick into his virgin hole. One, two, three pokes and POP! I was in. Zakary screamed. I pumped. He shrieked. Again. And again. And again. It had been so long since I had my dick up any man’s hole, that I kept pounding, oblivious to Zakary’s pain, treating my dick to pleasures it hadn’t enjoyed for so long. When finally my load exploded into the boy’s ass, I let out roar of passion and pleasure. The I lay on top, motionless, letting my body come down from its high. When my loud breathing quieted, I could hear soft sobs coming from beneath. I pulled out and lifted Zakary from atop the two men. I took him in my arms and looked into his face. It was scrunched up in pain…agony. Tears were flowing, unstoppable. I just held him until they stopped. Eventually, he opened his eyes.

    “Thank you. Did I do OK?”
    “Super. It felt so good to be inside you.”

    I slid off and looked at his ass. It really was a bloody mess. No damage inside as far as I could tell, but the opening was severely ripped. I put my mouth to it and licked gently. His blood tasted glorious, even with the undertaste of shit and semen.

    “Do you want to fist me, Caleb?”
    “No, I’m not into that.”

    But I had an idea. I got up and walked to the big bedroom. I went in, feeling the blast of stench, held my breath, and looked around. Found what I wanted and came back out. It was an arm with a clenched hand still attached. Flesh already peeling. I rolled Zakary onto his back and raised his legs over my shoulders. I showed him the arm and fist. His eyes widened and he grinned. Then I slipped it into his loose, bloody hole and worked it in and out. The idea of being fisted by that arm must have excited him, for his dick hardened and, in a minute, he shot huge quantities of cum onto his chest. As he relaxed, I removed the arm, licked the cum from his chest, and pulled him tight to my body.

    “Oh, Caleb, that was wonderful…both times. Will you stay?”
    “Yes.”
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