Cannibal Stories

[skyyy]

Sorry my English is not so good, so I used the translator

With the festive atmosphere created by the shopping malls, the flavor of the Lunar New Year is growing stronger. If I count carefully, this is already my third year of wandering. Although I've long been accustomed to celebrating the Lunar New Year alone, seeing the sight of families reuniting and the bright lights of countless houses still makes me feel a sense of melancholy. I put away my dishes and prepared to go downstairs for a walk.

Let me tell you about myself. I'm an orphan from a remote mountain village. My father was sentenced to death for murder when I was 12 years old. My mother couldn't bear to leave me and my elderly grandparents alone. I've always been free and easy. I graduated from a relatively unknown university and started working right after graduation. With a monthly salary of just over 6,000 yuan, I barely make ends meet in this bustling city. Sometimes I even think that being able to work hard in such a glamorous city is quite fulfilling. Life had been uneventful until I met him, the man who changed my life, the man I devoured.

He was a handsome man in his early 30s, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a face with distinct angles and deep features. Despite being in his 30s, he showed no trace of age. He was about 178cm tall, with a sturdy figure without being greasy. Unlike those middle-aged men with a slightly bulging beer belly, his abdomen was flat, and his full chest and pert buttocks were perfectly hidden under his exquisite suit. He was polite and elegant, and he loved to smile. While not the type to instantly captivate, he was the type that grew more attractive the more you looked at him. As for why I noticed him, it was probably because we worked in the same building, and we would run into each other downstairs every morning and afternoon on our way to work. Over time, I naturally took notice.

He liked to wear a dark gray suit, occasionally changing into a navy or black one. He paired it with a white shirt, matching trousers, a pair of polished black leather shoes, and a black or blue and white striped tie. He looked incredibly energetic. His muscular chest made the white shirt look as if it would burst at any second, and his plump buttocks made the trousers bulge out, making it impossible to look away. With such a high-quality man constantly before me, I gradually became increasingly enraged by the sinister thought: "I must have him, no matter what."

Section 1: Capture

Opportunity came quickly. He was a senior executive, with endless meetings and work to do every day. Furthermore, it was almost the end of the year, and there was a lot of summary work to do. Naturally, he had to work overtime and attend more social events. As a hard-working artist, I also often worked overtime at the end of the year, so I often saw him alone. One evening, after overtime, I came to the basement. I was in the garage, ready to drive home. Just as I settled into my seat, I was still feeling a bit disappointed, thinking about how I hadn't seen him since I went upstairs this morning. The next second, I heard a strange noise behind the right side of my car. Curious, I got out and took a look. It was none other than the man I'd been thinking about day and night. He'd gotten drunk from a social event and had been running to the garage to start driving. He'd lost his balance, fallen to the ground, and fallen asleep. Seeing this, a thousand thoughts raced through my mind. I took a deep breath, calmed myself, and immediately looked around. This was in the blind spot of the underground garage's surveillance cameras. If I tried to do anything to him here, no one would notice. However, the disappearance of an adult was bound to cause a series of problems. If the police got involved, they'd be able to trace me back to him. So, all I had to do was devise a perfect kidnapping plan. It was midnight, and there was no one around the office. I immediately opened the trunk of my car and took out the things I'd packed up earlier. I fed him the sleeping pills I'd prepared, then took off his coat and tied his hands and feet securely with the rope I'd kept in the trunk for emergencies. I quickly stuffed him into the back seat of my car, closed my door, and put on his coat. Donning gloves, I drove his car straight toward the Yangtze River. (Because I was so concerned about him, I kept my hairstyle similar to his, and we were also similar in height.) The most foolproof way to create the illusion of his disappearance and suicide was to drive all the way to the riverbank, park in an inconspicuous spot, and sit with my back to the camera, smoking several cigarettes. I stubbed out my cigarette, discarded my coat, and walked into the river. The winter water was icy cold, but to get what I wanted, this little hardship was nothing. After confirming the water depth had reached a certain level, I realized the water was deep enough. I pretended to stumble and struggled for a moment, then dove into the water and quietly climbed ashore. Luckily, the river wasn't far from my office, so I rode my soaking wet bike back to the office. (Luckily, it was late at night and not many people were around, otherwise they would have noticed a soaking wet cyclist.) Back at the office, I expertly dodged the various surveillance cameras and made my way to the garage (I'd already had my eye on him and had prepared some basic strategies). I opened my bike, saw him still quietly lying in the back seat, and drove home with my prey.

 

[skyyy]

Section 2: Playing

As soon as I got home, I helped him up from the back seat and supported him back home. Since I've been single for years and live alone, I rent a one-bedroom apartment with a living room, kitchen, and bathroom. To save money, I live in a remote neighborhood populated mostly by migrant workers. As the New Year draws to a close, the neighborhood is practically deserted, with only a few houses occasionally lit. The neighbors on both sides had gone home early for the Lunar New Year, so I wasn't particularly worried about being discovered. I put him on the bed and changed into clean clothes in a hurry. Then I began to admire my prey up close. I had never looked at him so closely before. He was lying on the bed at this time, sleeping quietly, his eyelashes trembling, his eyes lightly closed, and his strong lines showing his beauty everywhere. I slowly touched down along his face, and my hands moved to his chest. His two full pectoral muscles could not be held by one hand. I gently teased the two black bulges on his white shirt twice. He moaned softly twice. My hand continued to move downwards and touched a hard iron rod in his crotch. I touched it through his trousers and felt that it was about 16 or 7 cm long and 4 or 5 cm thick. He was worthy of being the man I liked. It was really satisfying. I moved my hand to his back, and found his two buttocks, as plump and upright as small hills, tightly wrapped in his trousers. I squeezed them hard, and they felt surprisingly chewy. I could already imagine the taste of this piece of meat. I wanted to kill him and eat his meat right away. But before I killed him, I had to give myself a good time first. Since he was tied up, it was difficult to untie his hands and feet, so I simply grabbed his two elastic, firm buttocks and ripped them apart. In a moment, a slit appeared in the middle of his trousers, revealing his white underwear. Wrapped in white underwear, his two tight, plump buttocks looked even more alluring. I pulled out the burning sensation from my crotch, pulled down his underwear, and dragged him to the bed. I knelt on the bed, exposing his two hillocks of honey. Black pubic hair spread like weeds on either side of his buttocks and anus, but this didn't dampen my interest in the slightest. I kissed his buttocks twice, smeared some oil on them, and tentatively found my place to enter him. I moved very slowly, afraid to hurt him with too much force. At first, he frowned, perhaps feeling a little uncomfortable. But as I pushed deeper, his expression relaxed. I thrust in and out effortlessly, enjoying the way this 30-something man's anus clamped around me. As I thrust in and out, his penis began to ooze clear, sticky fluid. With continued thrusting, I slowly reached orgasm and ejaculated inside him. Afterward, I slowly pulled out, and some milky white fluid oozed out of his anus. I have to say, a virgin's vagina is simply wonderful. Although a 30-something's isn't as firm as a younger man's, it still has a unique flavor.

After enjoying the back, it was time to enjoy his front. I gently licked the prostate fluid from his glans with my tongue, then gently sucked it. I could clearly feel it slowly swelling in my mouth, until I could no longer hold it. I stroked it up and down, unbuttoning his shirt at the same time, exposing his two dark nipples. I used my hands and mouth simultaneously, sucking her cock in my mouth while I played with his nipples. Under my combined attack, he quickly surrendered, releasing several streams of milky white semen, which I swallowed without wasting a single drop.

Since he was still lying in bed, I decided to finish him off in two days. I'd keep him at home for the next two days, clearing out the alcohol and undigested food residue from his body before slaughtering him. This would be perfect for my New Year's Eve dinner. After all, we had just celebrated the Little New Year yesterday, and there were still several days until the Spring Festival.

Thinking it was getting late and I had to go to work tomorrow, and that the effects of the drugs wouldn't kick in until then, I cut off his underwear and stuffed it into his mouth. I taped it shut and fell asleep with him in my arms. The next morning, I was awakened by a movement beside me. I knew he was awake. I pulled back the covers and saw his tattered trousers, only a few strips of fabric hanging from his legs. His shirt was tattered and open. He looked at me in horror, his eyes filled with fear and questioning, mumbling something. I ripped the tape off his mouth, and he immediately screamed for help. I told him to save his energy, because I was the only resident left in this building. Everyone else had left, and the neighboring buildings were quite far away, so he wouldn't be able to hear me even if he shouted. He immediately regained his composure and began to negotiate with me: "Who are you? Why are you kidnapping me? Don't you know kidnapping is illegal?" "Of course I do, but for a handsome guy like you, even if it's illegal, it's worth it. Not only will I kidnap you, I'll kill you too." I said, lifting his chin. He leaned back, his eyes rolling, and said, "I beg you to let me go. I don't know what grudge I have against you, but whatever you want, I'll give it to you. You want money? My family has money. If you let me go, I'll give you whatever you want, and I won't call the police. Please let me go." I glanced at him and said nothing. Seeing that money couldn't buy me, he immediately changed his strategy: "Please, I can't die. I really can't die. I have a wife and children to support. My children are counting on me to earn money for their milk powder." Hearing this, I became interested! "Do you have children? Boy or girl?" "Boy, he'll grow up and get married. "It's a lot of money! I can't die!" Hearing him say this, I raised my voice. "To tell you the truth, I didn't kidnap you for your money or anything. I just wanted to kill you. To eat your flesh. I didn't expect you were married with children. I could have such a handsome, well-dressed man, and a father of a child. This is a gift from heaven. Let him go? How could it be possible? If you keep talking nonsense, I'll capture your son and make a pot of father-son soup." He was shocked when he heard this. Before he could react, I re-taped his face and tied the ropes around his hands and feet securely to the four corners of my bed. I gave him two sleeping pills, waited until he fell asleep, turned on the security camera, and went to work.

Passing by the company building, I heard someone say someone was missing. The family had filed a report, but it hadn't been filed within 48 hours.

After lunch, I was bored and turned on the security camera and found him sleeping peacefully at home.

Two days later, the family reported the case, and the police, based on the surveillance footage, found his car by the river. His coat was found by the river. The video footage captured by the riverside surveillance camera only showed me fabricating a video of him entering the river and being swept away. Since all the evidence pointed to suicide, they could only treat him as missing unless his body later surfaced. But this is the Yangtze River. The waves are turbulent and there are schools of fish and shrimp. Everyone thought there was little hope and that they could only wait three or four years to classify him as dead. So, this man died under my meticulous planning...

Tomorrow is also my last day of work. He's been resting and defecating at my house these past few days, doing well. Chinese New Year is the day after tomorrow, so tomorrow is the day to slaughter the New Year pig.

 

[skyyy]

Section 3: Slaughter

Early in the morning, bright sunlight streamed in through the windowsill.

My big day had finally arrived. Watching the man slumbering beside me, I got up and prepared. I first went to a place not far from the community to buy some fruits and vegetables, packed some New Year's goods, and then brought them home in boxes and boxes. I'd been running back and forth these past few days, checking in on all the neighbors. There were only a few scattered households in the entire community staying for the New Year, and in my building, no one else was there except me. This reassured me. This way, I wouldn't arouse the neighbors' suspicions while I chopped the meat.

Everything was ready, so it was time to bring out the New Year pig. I dragged it from the bed to the bathroom, placed it on the tiled floor, and rinsed it thoroughly with the showerhead, making sure all its skin was exposed to the water. I was about to start the operation to send him off. I took out the bathtub I had bought for bathing in the past, placed his head in it, added one-third of clean water to the bottom of the basin, and then pointed the knife at his neck. At this moment, he was still asleep and didn't know that danger was about to come. He still kept his eyes closed and his head tilted. Being able to leave painlessly in his sleep was the last thing I could do for him. I gently cut his neck with the blade, and blood gushed out instantly. His legs and body suddenly shook uncontrollably. He tried hard to open his eyes to see what was happening, but he could only feel the broken neck, the gushing blood and the oxygen that could not be taken in. As more and more blood flowed out, the original turbulent flow slowly turned into a trickle, and the amplitude of his struggle became smaller and smaller. Suddenly, his cock became hard. At the last moment of death, he still didn't forget to let himself come. He really was a slutty thing! As the amplitude of his convulsions became smaller and smaller, his cock became more and more swollen, and finally reached a critical point and ejaculated. Out came this man, this father, in his final moments, ejaculating the continuation of his life, only to be greeted by the cold floor. Following his ejaculation, his body fell completely still. I carefully rinsed him with clean water, washing away the blood. Now it was time to begin processing him. I took the carefully prepared razor and shaved his body hair. I carefully placed the blade against his skin and scraped it gently, shaving off the down and sparse long hair. I tackled his chest hair and abdominal hair one after another, and the blade came to his crotch in a blink of an eye. I held the razor against the skin of his penis and removed his pubic hair completely. After dealing with the hair on his front except for the hair on his head, I turned him over and started dealing with the hair on his butt. I first roughly shaved the hair on the surface of his butt, then supported half of his butt with my left arm, and supported the other butt with my left hand, spreading open his buttocks hidden under his hill-like fat butt, exposing his anus, and then carefully cleaned the hair around his anus with the razor, and shaved the hair around his anus from the inside to the outside along the anus. Because his butt was too big and too raised, my cleaning efficiency was not very high, which made me a little angry, and I vowed to make his fat butt the main dish for the New Year's Eve dinner. Shaving is a delicate job. By the time I'd finished shaving him, it was already two in the afternoon, and the butchering was already more than halfway done. I weighed the pig on a scale. It was 76kg—not bad, a decent-sized pig! After lunch, the afternoon's work officially began. I took out a kitchen knife and cut hard at the broken end of his neck. With tremendous effort, I finally severed his head. I haven't decided what to do with it yet, but I definitely can't just throw it away or do anything else, or it'll easily leave evidence. After removing the head, I prepared to gut him. First, I inserted the sharp knife through his perineum and carefully cut along the circumference of his penis to remove his entire penis. I weighed the entire penis, including his two testicles, in my hand. It was surprisingly heavy. As I weighed it, the testicles gradually slid out of the eggshell, their bluish-white testicles covered in fine lines. I pinched it and it felt slippery. The testicles were connected to the penis by the spermatic cord, and it seemed like the connection would sever in a second. I found a plate to place them on and moved on to the next step. I laid him down—no, at this point, he couldn't even be called a human anymore; he was no different from a pig. I laid him flat on the ground and, with a sharp knife, cut from his chest all the way to his perineum. Then, with great force, I ripped open his chest and abdomen. Because he'd bled cleanly during slaughter, only a small amount of blood oozed out. As his chest and abdomen were opened, the diaphragm and the colorful intestines were exposed. I removed his heart, lungs, kidneys, and other organs one by one, leaving only the esophagus connected to his throat and stomach. The intestines were connected to his anus, so I severed the esophagus and intestines, leaving a small section at the anus. Then, I carved out his anus from the outside. This way, all that was left of the New Year pig was its bare chest, abdomen, and limbs. Lying flat on the ground, I found two ropes and tied them to his feet. I hung him from a clothes hook on the bathroom ceiling, forming an inverted Y shape, making it easier to cut him apart. I first cut off his arms, separating his palms and forearms at the joints. Then, I sawed him in half along the crotch. Now hanging on the hook, he looked like two pieces of pork. I removed the two pieces from the hook and separated his legs from his body at the thighs. Then, I cut the legs and feet at the joints for easier storage and consumption. After this operation, only the pig's buttocks remained attached. Holding his plump, perky buttocks with one hand, I used force to cut the entire buttocks off, the entire buttocks trembling constantly as I moved. As if telling me how delicious it was, I couldn't help but slap that slutty ass hard, causing it to sway even more. I gently bit into the fat ass. The meat kept deforming and squeezing in my mouth, but no matter what I did, I couldn't swallow it. I continued cutting. After removing the two fat buttocks, the butchering was almost complete. I put the severed limbs in the refrigerator, leaving the two plump pecs still hanging on the hook. Looking up, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. The butchering was almost done, and I just had to wait for tomorrow's cooking.

 

[skyyy]

Section 4: New Year's Eve Dinner

I woke up early on New Year's Eve and went to the kitchen. I kissed the head on the sink. Hmm~ His mustache is a little prickly. Looking at his gently closed eyes, I wondered if he would worry about whether he tasted good.

I officially started cooking. I removed half of his buttocks, cleaned them, and placed them in a steaming dish to make a steamed fat butt. I made a simple sauce with soy sauce, cooking wine, and other seasonings. I made a few cross-shaped cuts on his buttocks, drizzled some broth on it, and placed it in the steamer. For the second dish, I removed his large black socked feet. Although he hadn't been wearing socks when he was slaughtered, after cutting them... I put his black socks back on so he could marinate them and enjoy the delicious taste. Then I could enjoy a stewed foot with black socks, which smelled and tasted just like snail noodles. I put his big black socked foot in a pressure cooker, then added a palm, ginger, garlic, cordyceps, and other ingredients, and started stewing.

For the third dish, I took out his penis. I used a syringe to draw water from his urethra and pump it through his urethra to clean it. Then I severed the two spermatic cords and simply cleaned them to remove any unpleasant smells. Then I took out his circumcised anus, carefully cleaned the folds at the anus, and placed it over his penis. I tied a knot around the intestinal stump left by the anus. Using fine mountain spring water and supplementing it with kidney yang, spermatocyst, and goji berries, I cooked a delicious, supreme male treasure soup in a purple clay pot.

For the fourth dish, I cut off an entire side of his pectoral muscle. Weighing it, it weighed a whopping five pounds. I placed the entire pectoral muscle on the iron plate and garnished it with onions and pepper, creating a delicious, simple grilled breast. To preserve the chewiness of the nipple, I only fried it briefly before flipping it over. This maximized the flavor of the meat. To savor the most authentic male flavor, I only cooked it medium-rare before serving.
For the fifth dish, we removed his fresh, tender large intestine, cleaned it of impurities, and made stir-fried pork intestines.

For the sixth dish, we removed his tongue and made a delicious stir-fried handsome tongue.

For the seventh dish, we cut one of his palms into small pieces and braised it in the traditional red-braised style to make braised male claws.

For the eighth dish, we cut his fresh tenderloin into strips, coated it with starch, and deep-fried it at high temperature until it's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. This dish is perfect as both a snack and a main course.

For the ninth dish, we minced the meat from his thigh, added chopped green onions, and minced it into a minced meat. This is then formed into a lion's head, a classic Huaiyang dish.

For the tenth and final dish, we took one of his shanks and roasted it in the oven for 120 minutes. This is a delicious roasted male leg.

That's it. All the dishes were already prepared, and I just had to wait for them to finish.

In the evening, as fireworks lit up in the distance and firecrackers exploded, I began my special New Year's Eve dinner.
I arranged all the dishes accordingly, with the buttocks in the center, and surrounding them were the big feet in black socks, cock soup, grilled breast, stir-fried pork intestines, stir-fried handsome tongue, braised male claws, deep-fried male spine, lion's head, and roasted male legs. I took two photos, then picked up my chopsticks, unsure where to start. Since the buttocks were the main course, I decided to start with them.

I gently poked the buttocks with my chopsticks, and immediately two meat holes appeared, oozing golden juices. I gently picked up a piece of buttocks with my chopsticks. Since it was steamed so tender, it came off easily. The muscles and fat were clearly visible throughout the buttocks. A slight sniff was followed by a burst of authentic meaty flavor. It melted in my mouth, not greasy, but smooth and tender, with a wonderful taste. I couldn't help but pick up another piece with my chopsticks and put it in my mouth. Oh my god. Even the buttocks are so delicious. A 30-year-old, the meat is tender, fat yet not greasy. It's simply amazing. After a quick taste of the buttocks, I turned my attention to the sizzling breast. I turned the breast in front of me and picked up my knife and fork. I gently cut off the nipple and pierced it with the fork, but it was so naughty and refused to yield. The fork just couldn't get it in. Finally, I found it again. I put it in my mouth and savored it gently. It was firm and chewy, like a piece of tough gummy candy. The only difference was that this nipple was very flavorful and had a very good texture. After finishing the nipple, I picked up another piece of breast and put it in my mouth. It was like a very tender steak, firm but not dry, and the flavor lingered in my mouth.

After a brief taste of the handsome man's tongue, male legs, and large intestines, the highlight of the night fell on the black-socked big foot and cock soup. I first fished out the whole black-socked big foot. The foot was severed at the ankle, a whole size 43 foot in black socks. I gently peeled off the black stockings, and the tender, white sole beneath immediately emanated its fragrance, a strong, black-socked foot scent mingled with the aroma of the broth. I took the thumb in my mouth and gently sucked it. With a slurp, the entire toe, minus the nail, was sucked into my mouth like jelly. A faint, black-socked foot odor lingered in my mouth, not as strong as it had appeared, but rather light and subtle. Then, a strong, meaty aroma washed over me, the unique aroma of tender, stewed collagen. It was simply delicious. After chewing on the entire foot for a while, I moved on to the main dish: the cock soup.

Due to the long simmering time, the cock soup had a milky white color. The glans floated in the soup, barely visible, while the testicles floated lightly on top, bubbling. I took a spoonful of the soup and sipped it gently. A unique aroma of male hormones, mixed with the fragrance of semen, permeated my mouth. As I savored it, the subtle saltiness of semen gradually emerged, and finally a sweetness returned. The soup was already full of aftertaste. This meat was truly remarkable. I quickly grabbed a spoon and fished out a handful. Because it was encased in the anus, the entire glans wouldn't become overcooked, even if it was stewed for a long time. I peeled off the anus, placed it in my mouth, and chewed it gently. It had the same chewy, firm texture as grilled squid, especially the wrinkles near the anus, which were particularly chewy. And the anus itself had no odor at all, instead, it had the distinct masculine scent of a 30-year-old man.
After the anus, the next thing I did was eat his cock. I bit down on the glans, and instantly, the remaining unejaculated semen in the urethra erupted into my mouth. The hot broth swirled, and as I continued to chew the glans, it felt like eating a pissed-out beef ball. The chewy texture of the glans paired with the broth in the cock was incredibly flavorful. After the glans, I continued along the shaft. The spongy tissue in the shaft soaked up the broth, and the juices overflowed with each bite, creating a unique flavor. After a few careful bites, I finished the entire cock. He's truly a top-notch man. Even the shrunken cock after cooking was enough for me to eat a few bites. It was so handsome.

After eating the cock, I fished out the testicles. The pale green had been cooked until they turned a milky white. A bite of them instantly burst with juice, and the slippery, greasy guts gushed out, filling my mouth. The scent of male hormones mingled with the fishy smell of semen, a delightful experience.

As the midnight fireworks lit up, I welcomed the new year. Looking at the plump buttocks and calves left on the table, my libido surged. I immediately went to the bathroom, retrieved his head, pulled out my cock, and began pumping it into his tongueless mouth. As I continued pumping, I made a wish to his handsome head and the table full of delicious food: I hope there will be male pig meat to eat every day next year!

And so the new year arrived. I finished my special New Year's Eve dinner.

I put the leftovers in the refrigerator, cleaned up the house, and sat in front of the TV, hugging my fried pork tenderloin. The thought of having so much New Year's pork to eat filled my heart with comfort. I couldn't help but think of the 30-year-old man I killed and ate, the father whose penis had been devoured. His children were probably still waiting for him to come home for the New Year, only to find he had already become a New Year pig and been eaten by someone else.

For the next few days, I continued to enjoy the meat from this New Year pig.

 

[callmecaleb]

As you feasted, my mouth watered and my cock hardened. I would love to share a similar meal with you or, even better, make a meal of you.

 

[callmecaleb]

Section 4: New Year's Eve Dinner

I woke up early on New Year's Eve and went to the kitchen. I kissed the head on the sink. Hmm~ His mustache is a little prickly. Looking at his gently closed eyes, I wondered if he would worry about whether he tasted good.

I officially started cooking. I removed half of his buttocks, cleaned them, and placed them in a steaming dish to make a steamed fat butt. I made a simple sauce with soy sauce, cooking wine, and other seasonings. I made a few cross-shaped cuts on his buttocks, drizzled some broth on it, and placed it in the steamer. For the second dish, I removed his large black socked feet. Although he hadn't been wearing socks when he was slaughtered, after cutting them... I put his black socks back on so he could marinate them and enjoy the delicious taste. Then I could enjoy a stewed foot with black socks, which smelled and tasted just like snail noodles. I put his big black socked foot in a pressure cooker, then added a palm, ginger, garlic, cordyceps, and other ingredients, and started stewing.

For the third dish, I took out his penis. I used a syringe to draw water from his urethra and pump it through his urethra to clean it. Then I severed the two spermatic cords and simply cleaned them to remove any unpleasant smells. Then I took out his circumcised anus, carefully cleaned the folds at the anus, and placed it over his penis. I tied a knot around the intestinal stump left by the anus. Using fine mountain spring water and supplementing it with kidney yang, spermatocyst, and goji berries, I cooked a delicious, supreme male treasure soup in a purple clay pot.

For the fourth dish, I cut off an entire side of his pectoral muscle. Weighing it, it weighed a whopping five pounds. I placed the entire pectoral muscle on the iron plate and garnished it with onions and pepper, creating a delicious, simple grilled breast. To preserve the chewiness of the nipple, I only fried it briefly before flipping it over. This maximized the flavor of the meat. To savor the most authentic male flavor, I only cooked it medium-rare before serving.
For the fifth dish, we removed his fresh, tender large intestine, cleaned it of impurities, and made stir-fried pork intestines.

For the sixth dish, we removed his tongue and made a delicious stir-fried handsome tongue.

For the seventh dish, we cut one of his palms into small pieces and braised it in the traditional red-braised style to make braised male claws.

For the eighth dish, we cut his fresh tenderloin into strips, coated it with starch, and deep-fried it at high temperature until it's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. This dish is perfect as both a snack and a main course.

For the ninth dish, we minced the meat from his thigh, added chopped green onions, and minced it into a minced meat. This is then formed into a lion's head, a classic Huaiyang dish.

For the tenth and final dish, we took one of his shanks and roasted it in the oven for 120 minutes. This is a delicious roasted male leg.

That's it. All the dishes were already prepared, and I just had to wait for them to finish.

In the evening, as fireworks lit up in the distance and firecrackers exploded, I began my special New Year's Eve dinner.
I arranged all the dishes accordingly, with the buttocks in the center, and surrounding them were the big feet in black socks, cock soup, grilled breast, stir-fried pork intestines, stir-fried handsome tongue, braised male claws, deep-fried male spine, lion's head, and roasted male legs. I took two photos, then picked up my chopsticks, unsure where to start. Since the buttocks were the main course, I decided to start with them.

I gently poked the buttocks with my chopsticks, and immediately two meat holes appeared, oozing golden juices. I gently picked up a piece of buttocks with my chopsticks. Since it was steamed so tender, it came off easily. The muscles and fat were clearly visible throughout the buttocks. A slight sniff was followed by a burst of authentic meaty flavor. It melted in my mouth, not greasy, but smooth and tender, with a wonderful taste. I couldn't help but pick up another piece with my chopsticks and put it in my mouth. Oh my god. Even the buttocks are so delicious. A 30-year-old, the meat is tender, fat yet not greasy. It's simply amazing. After a quick taste of the buttocks, I turned my attention to the sizzling breast. I turned the breast in front of me and picked up my knife and fork. I gently cut off the nipple and pierced it with the fork, but it was so naughty and refused to yield. The fork just couldn't get it in. Finally, I found it again. I put it in my mouth and savored it gently. It was firm and chewy, like a piece of tough gummy candy. The only difference was that this nipple was very flavorful and had a very good texture. After finishing the nipple, I picked up another piece of breast and put it in my mouth. It was like a very tender steak, firm but not dry, and the flavor lingered in my mouth.

After a brief taste of the handsome man's tongue, male legs, and large intestines, the highlight of the night fell on the black-socked big foot and cock soup. I first fished out the whole black-socked big foot. The foot was severed at the ankle, a whole size 43 foot in black socks. I gently peeled off the black stockings, and the tender, white sole beneath immediately emanated its fragrance, a strong, black-socked foot scent mingled with the aroma of the broth. I took the thumb in my mouth and gently sucked it. With a slurp, the entire toe, minus the nail, was sucked into my mouth like jelly. A faint, black-socked foot odor lingered in my mouth, not as strong as it had appeared, but rather light and subtle. Then, a strong, meaty aroma washed over me, the unique aroma of tender, stewed collagen. It was simply delicious. After chewing on the entire foot for a while, I moved on to the main dish: the cock soup.

Due to the long simmering time, the cock soup had a milky white color. The glans floated in the soup, barely visible, while the testicles floated lightly on top, bubbling. I took a spoonful of the soup and sipped it gently. A unique aroma of male hormones, mixed with the fragrance of semen, permeated my mouth. As I savored it, the subtle saltiness of semen gradually emerged, and finally a sweetness returned. The soup was already full of aftertaste. This meat was truly remarkable. I quickly grabbed a spoon and fished out a handful. Because it was encased in the anus, the entire glans wouldn't become overcooked, even if it was stewed for a long time. I peeled off the anus, placed it in my mouth, and chewed it gently. It had the same chewy, firm texture as grilled squid, especially the wrinkles near the anus, which were particularly chewy. And the anus itself had no odor at all, instead, it had the distinct masculine scent of a 30-year-old man.
After the anus, the next thing I did was eat his cock. I bit down on the glans, and instantly, the remaining unejaculated semen in the urethra erupted into my mouth. The hot broth swirled, and as I continued to chew the glans, it felt like eating a pissed-out beef ball. The chewy texture of the glans paired with the broth in the cock was incredibly flavorful. After the glans, I continued along the shaft. The spongy tissue in the shaft soaked up the broth, and the juices overflowed with each bite, creating a unique flavor. After a few careful bites, I finished the entire cock. He's truly a top-notch man. Even the shrunken cock after cooking was enough for me to eat a few bites. It was so handsome.

After eating the cock, I fished out the testicles. The pale green had been cooked until they turned a milky white. A bite of them instantly burst with juice, and the slippery, greasy guts gushed out, filling my mouth. The scent of male hormones mingled with the fishy smell of semen, a delightful experience.

As the midnight fireworks lit up, I welcomed the new year. Looking at the plump buttocks and calves left on the table, my libido surged. I immediately went to the bathroom, retrieved his head, pulled out my cock, and began pumping it into his tongueless mouth. As I continued pumping, I made a wish to his handsome head and the table full of delicious food: I hope there will be male pig meat to

Section 4: New Year's Eve Dinner

I woke up early on New Year's Eve and went to the kitchen. I kissed the head on the sink. Hmm~ His mustache is a little prickly. Looking at his gently closed eyes, I wondered if he would worry about whether he tasted good.

I officially started cooking. I removed half of his buttocks, cleaned them, and placed them in a steaming dish to make a steamed fat butt. I made a simple sauce with soy sauce, cooking wine, and other seasonings. I made a few cross-shaped cuts on his buttocks, drizzled some broth on it, and placed it in the steamer. For the second dish, I removed his large black socked feet. Although he hadn't been wearing socks when he was slaughtered, after cutting them... I put his black socks back on so he could marinate them and enjoy the delicious taste. Then I could enjoy a stewed foot with black socks, which smelled and tasted just like snail noodles. I put his big black socked foot in a pressure cooker, then added a palm, ginger, garlic, cordyceps, and other ingredients, and started stewing.

For the third dish, I took out his penis. I used a syringe to draw water from his urethra and pump it through his urethra to clean it. Then I severed the two spermatic cords and simply cleaned them to remove any unpleasant smells. Then I took out his circumcised anus, carefully cleaned the folds at the anus, and placed it over his penis. I tied a knot around the intestinal stump left by the anus. Using fine mountain spring water and supplementing it with kidney yang, spermatocyst, and goji berries, I cooked a delicious, supreme male treasure soup in a purple clay pot.

For the fourth dish, I cut off an entire side of his pectoral muscle. Weighing it, it weighed a whopping five pounds. I placed the entire pectoral muscle on the iron plate and garnished it with onions and pepper, creating a delicious, simple grilled breast. To preserve the chewiness of the nipple, I only fried it briefly before flipping it over. This maximized the flavor of the meat. To savor the most authentic male flavor, I only cooked it medium-rare before serving.
For the fifth dish, we removed his fresh, tender large intestine, cleaned it of impurities, and made stir-fried pork intestines.

For the sixth dish, we removed his tongue and made a delicious stir-fried handsome tongue.

For the seventh dish, we cut one of his palms into small pieces and braised it in the traditional red-braised style to make braised male claws.

For the eighth dish, we cut his fresh tenderloin into strips, coated it with starch, and deep-fried it at high temperature until it's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. This dish is perfect as both a snack and a main course.

For the ninth dish, we minced the meat from his thigh, added chopped green onions, and minced it into a minced meat. This is then formed into a lion's head, a classic Huaiyang dish.

For the tenth and final dish, we took one of his shanks and roasted it in the oven for 120 minutes. This is a delicious roasted male leg.

That's it. All the dishes were already prepared, and I just had to wait for them to finish.

In the evening, as fireworks lit up in the distance and firecrackers exploded, I began my special New Year's Eve dinner.
I arranged all the dishes accordingly, with the buttocks in the center, and surrounding them were the big feet in black socks, cock soup, grilled breast, stir-fried pork intestines, stir-fried handsome tongue, braised male claws, deep-fried male spine, lion's head, and roasted male legs. I took two photos, then picked up my chopsticks, unsure where to start. Since the buttocks were the main course, I decided to start with them.

I gently poked the buttocks with my chopsticks, and immediately two meat holes appeared, oozing golden juices. I gently picked up a piece of buttocks with my chopsticks. Since it was steamed so tender, it came off easily. The muscles and fat were clearly visible throughout the buttocks. A slight sniff was followed by a burst of authentic meaty flavor. It melted in my mouth, not greasy, but smooth and tender, with a wonderful taste. I couldn't help but pick up another piece with my chopsticks and put it in my mouth. Oh my god. Even the buttocks are so delicious. A 30-year-old, the meat is tender, fat yet not greasy. It's simply amazing. After a quick taste of the buttocks, I turned my attention to the sizzling breast. I turned the breast in front of me and picked up my knife and fork. I gently cut off the nipple and pierced it with the fork, but it was so naughty and refused to yield. The fork just couldn't get it in. Finally, I found it again. I put it in my mouth and savored it gently. It was firm and chewy, like a piece of tough gummy candy. The only difference was that this nipple was very flavorful and had a very good texture. After finishing the nipple, I picked up another piece of breast and put it in my mouth. It was like a very tender steak, firm but not dry, and the flavor lingered in my mouth.

After a brief taste of the handsome man's tongue, male legs, and large intestines, the highlight of the night fell on the black-socked big foot and cock soup. I first fished out the whole black-socked big foot. The foot was severed at the ankle, a whole size 43 foot in black socks. I gently peeled off the black stockings, and the tender, white sole beneath immediately emanated its fragrance, a strong, black-socked foot scent mingled with the aroma of the broth. I took the thumb in my mouth and gently sucked it. With a slurp, the entire toe, minus the nail, was sucked into my mouth like jelly. A faint, black-socked foot odor lingered in my mouth, not as strong as it had appeared, but rather light and subtle. Then, a strong, meaty aroma washed over me, the unique aroma of tender, stewed collagen. It was simply delicious. After chewing on the entire foot for a while, I moved on to the main dish: the cock soup.

Due to the long simmering time, the cock soup had a milky white color. The glans floated in the soup, barely visible, while the testicles floated lightly on top, bubbling. I took a spoonful of the soup and sipped it gently. A unique aroma of male hormones, mixed with the fragrance of semen, permeated my mouth. As I savored it, the subtle saltiness of semen gradually emerged, and finally a sweetness returned. The soup was already full of aftertaste. This meat was truly remarkable. I quickly grabbed a spoon and fished out a handful. Because it was encased in the anus, the entire glans wouldn't become overcooked, even if it was stewed for a long time. I peeled off the anus, placed it in my mouth, and chewed it gently. It had the same chewy, firm texture as grilled squid, especially the wrinkles near the anus, which were particularly chewy. And the anus itself had no odor at all, instead, it had the distinct masculine scent of a 30-year-old man.
After the anus, the next thing I did was eat his cock. I bit down on the glans, and instantly, the remaining unejaculated semen in the urethra erupted into my mouth. The hot broth swirled, and as I continued to chew the glans, it felt like eating a pissed-out beef ball. The chewy texture of the glans paired with the broth in the cock was incredibly flavorful. After the glans, I continued along the shaft. The spongy tissue in the shaft soaked up the broth, and the juices overflowed with each bite, creating a unique flavor. After a few careful bites, I finished the entire cock. He's truly a top-notch man. Even the shrunken cock after cooking was enough for me to eat a few bites. It was so handsome.

After eating the cock, I fished out the testicles. The pale green had been cooked until they turned a milky white. A bite of them instantly burst with juice, and the slippery, greasy guts gushed out, filling my mouth. The scent of male hormones mingled with the fishy smell of semen, a delightful experience.

As the midnight fireworks lit up, I welcomed the new year. Looking at the plump buttocks and calves left on the table, my libido surged. I immediately went to the bathroom, retrieved his head, pulled out my cock, and began pumping it into his tongueless mouth. As I continued pumping, I made a wish to his handsome head and the table full of delicious food: I hope there will be male pig meat to eat every day next year!

And so the new year arrived. I finished my special New Year's Eve dinner.

I put the leftovers in the refrigerator, cleaned up the house, and sat in front of the TV, hugging my fried pork tenderloin. The thought of having so much New Year's pork to eat filled my heart with comfort. I couldn't help but think of the 30-year-old man I killed and ate, the father whose penis had been devoured. His children were probably still waiting for him to come home for the New Year, only to find he had already become a New Year pig and been eaten by someone else.

For the next few days, I continued to enjoy the meat from this New Year pig.

Would you come to my house and prepare a similar feast for my Thanksgiving Dinner? Then join me to enjoy this succulent feast. I hate to eat alone.