Dinner for Four, slightly altered story from anonymous post on Eunuch Archive

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Fantasy of being devoured by four males becomes reality.

On a hot August evening I was exceptionally aroused and decided to contact my masseur for a typical rubdown session. Frank had the time and I had the inclination, so the phone call was made and he was available. I stripped down to nothing and climbed onto his table which had an extended head support to aptly service the masseur while being massaged into shee

r delight and final release.

Frank began with my shoulders which made me feel like a million bucks and I, being 35 in good shape with a thick, uncut, nine-inch cock, began to feel the tingle of my cock rising as his strong hands worked their wonder.

Frank was in his usual mode, nude, which only enhanced the scene and I was wallowing in the mood. He is Latin in his early thirties and had a steaming hot body. Finally, he moved his body to the headrest on the table and without a word he slipped his 8" penis down my throat and I thoroughly enjoyed the taste of his meat.

Suddenly he backed away and leaned down to my ear and asked, "Tell me your most intimate fantasy".

The question caught me by surprise somewhat, but I thought for a second and said, "I'm not sure you really want to know, because it might upset you."

Of course, he pressed the issue and I finally exposed my most innermost desire.

I related that for many years I wished I could find some guys who had the balls to take my body for their pleasure and feast upon me as a barbeque treat beginning with my sex and having me watch my manhood being devoured before finishing the rest of me in a merger of flesh and spirit.

Frank stopped his massage and bent down to my ear and said quietly in his Argentinean Latin accent, "Such a scene can be arranged if you wish".

I lifted my head and looked into his dreamy brown eyes and asked, "HOW?"

He told me he had three friends who had done that before and would love to experience the scene again. My head spun with excitement and asked who they were. Frank told me very little except that it could be done at a remote cabin in Pa. near the NY border of Binghamton. I began to drool. Who are the guys involved I asked? Frank said that Mike, the master carver, does the actual butchering and preparation of the meat. He is a doctor and part time actor and knows anatomy.

Mark is a handsome black dude, 29 years old, beautiful body, and hung like a horse. He is a computer programmer and loves to eat white ass.

Paul is a stockbroker, about 52 with a little paunch and would be the first person to taste you raw...he loves to eat male parts.

I said to Frank, "What is the plan?"

Frank walked to the other side of the room, picked up the phone and I heard him ask Mike as to availability. Mike told him he would check and call back in ten. Meanwhile I was getting hotter and hotter at the thought and Frank asked me quietly (with his Spanish accent) "would you like to exit quickly or slowly.”

I stared looking directly into his eyes, I would love to enjoy the trip for as long as possible.

He winked and said "GOOD!"

The phone rang and Frank answered, shook his head and turned to me and asked, "How's Thursday".

I replied "Fine".

Thursday afternoon I put on my dungaree cutoffs, tee shirt and sneakers and drove to Frank's apartment. He opened the door and there he was, in leather shorts and top, looking tough. I was swooped into the scene. I undressed and was led into the bathroom. Frank then placed an electric shear to my fur, of which I had plenty of, and began to remove every hair on my body from my head to between my toes. He then shaved the remaining hair with surgical razors he obtained from his buddies at the nearby hospital. In his quiet strong voice he then told me to bend over and receive a heavy enema to clean my body before the ordeal, thus preventing a dirty situation.

I complied and moaned and groaned as the water pumped into my gut.

After a few minutes I was clean as a whistle and ready. The phone rang and we were ready to go. I was told to drive to a certain strip mall and park my car where I would be picked up by a green van. I did as I was told. I waited ten minutes when the van arrived, and I got in. Frank was the only one in and driving. We were on the road for about an hour when we arrived at a turnoff and drove about three to five miles on a private road.

Then I saw the cabin with three cars parked out front. Frank made me undress and we entered the front door. There were the other three. Paul was on the floor hands and knees. Mark, the black dude, was deep in his ass and Mike a blond German was fucking Paul’s mouth with a vengeance. Suddenly they all yelled, “Dinners here!” and I walked in.

Frank asked if the preparations were in order. “I can give you a spinal block so you can see as much of it as possible before your final exit, otherwise you could pass out from the pain and miss it all. I know, I have done this before,” Mike said matter of factly. “That sounds good to me.” My fantasy was to watch myself be consumed, this seemed like the best plan.

Mike administered the spinal block so that I could feel nothing below my neck. Then they carried me outside to a small clearing in the brush. Stakes were in the ground and my fantasy, now becoming a reality, set in and I was as hot as can be, I knew my dick was hard though I couldn’t feel it. There was a fire pit with a roaring fire, covered with a large barbecue grill and a spit for roasting meat. I could feel the heat from the fire. There was also a table filled with instruments - meat cleavers, hatchets, large knives, meat saws, skewers and other metal tools. There was also a large butcher block table. They lay me face up on the ground and in a flash my hands and legs were tied spread eagle to the stakes and Frank whispered in my ear, “The blood will seep into the ground with no trace. Do not worry.”

Frank propped my head on his belly, and I looked down the contours of my freshly shaved body, firm pecs and flat ridged abdomen, and sure enough I could see my big cock with its fat purple head, throbbing with a raging hard-on, glistening in the fire light. Paul who was going to savor my meat squatted between my legs. First Mark straddled my chest and placed his ass over my mouth. I plunged my tongue into his hot black asshole and tasted what I could.

My cock was as hard as steel and Paul began to savor the juice of precum. Since Mark was on top of me, I couldn’t see exactly what was happening, but I did see Paul fit a ring around the base of my cock which I reasoned would keep the blood in after the castration.

Mark got up and then I saw the method of castration, Mike placed a garrote of thin piano wire around my cock and balls with two handles on each end. The moment was arriving...Paul was slurping and biting into me and I was going to release shortly. I knew that the moment of release would seal my doom.

My penis then controlled the entire situation as I began to enter the throes of my final and ultimate orgasm.

I closed my eyes and moaned...Frank spoke softly into my ear and said "Give yourself up"

I cried out "Please take me, EAT ME COMPLETELY."

With that I began to unload into Paul's mouth and then came the sound of Frank to Mike..."Take Him."

Mike's arms and muscles flexed, as the wire was pulled taught. My manhood actually popped off my body into Paul's waiting hands.

Blood squirted like a geyser from the hole left in my groin which they staunched with a fire brand. I could not feel it, but I could smell the singed flesh. Paul speared my cock and balls on a grilling fork and roasted them over the fire. After it was cooked, I watched as he slowly devoured my balls one at a time with his eyes closed savoring the taste and aroma. Then he placed the root of my penis into his mouth and began chewing and sucking inch by inch into his maw, all nine inches. I saw my roasted meat being chewed and savored as he expressed the look of a sated animal as I watched him eat the shaft of my penis, inch by inch, until only the cock head was left. I have always heard the head is the best, he really seemed to relish it as I watched him bite into my fat purple cock head last until he fully consumed it.

Then Mike approached with a hack saw and began to remove my arms and my legs below the knees. Again, I could feel nothing but watched as they dismembered my body. They did what they could to stop the bleeding with a firebrand, but I knew death was near. I saw them cut the arms and hams into steaks on the butcher block table after removing the hands and feet, and Frank began to eat my tits by carving them off while I was still alive. Death was nearing and I knew that at least I provided their fantasy and reality with mine.

Finally, things got dark and the fire outlined the men standing naked around me and I heard Mike’s hacksaw cutting into my thighs just below the crotch. “It won’t be long now my friend, once I cut into your thighs and upper legs there is no way we can stop you from bleeding out,“ Mike said. “It was a good journey. Thank you for providing the meat.”

“It was my pleasure,” I said as the life drained out of me.

My last conscious thought was seeing my limbless torso being suspended on a roasting grille slowing turning on a spit, being basted with sauce and barbequed over the pit for the ultimate dinner for four.

1003 - 08/30/2012
 

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Invite me to the next party!
A beautifully erotic story. It would be great to meet Frank and his mates and join them as dinner. The story is sexy and the hero enjoys the pleasure of being eaten without the associated pain
I suspect my cock and I will revisit this often.
Thanks for posting
 
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