I Am A Cannibal

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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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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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New Lodgings.

I moved out of my cheap fifth-floor walkup the next week, two cardboard boxes containing everything I owned. Didn’t have much money, and what little I did have had always was spent on my gym membership. It turned out to be a great investment because it was my body that had gotten me into Andre’s mansion. He put me in a huge room with my own bath. In the next room he installed a full gym, the idea being that I would help Zakary build up his body. To inspire Zakary, I was encouraged to be shirtless whenever possible. An easy request to fulfill, because I am happiest when I can exhibit my body. I’ve worked extremely hard at it and love to show it off. Mirrors are my best friend.

In return for room and board, I was to do various chores around the house and grounds. To exercise with Zakary. And to assist at dinner parties and any cannibalistic events that might come up. I helped Zakary in the kitchen and was awed by the variety of male body parts that went in to his culinary creations. Zakary really was a master chef. After the meal, any unused or leftover body parts went into one chute that led to Zakary’s rooms. All the rest went into a normal garbage chute. I wasn’t allowed to touch the food. At first, he gave me small chores like cutting vegetables but it was soon obvious I had no talent in the kitchen. “Caleb, you would make a fabulous meal but you can’t cook for shit.”

On my first night assisting in the Presentation Room, I wore leather chaps, a muscle vest, and heavy black construction boots. The vest showed off my pecs and biceps. The chaps showcased my hard bubble butt and, of course, my dick. Nobody could miss it. Nine inches long and almost three inches diameter? Please! Few guests could resist giving it a squeeze. And I had a habit of playing with it when I was talking to people. Andre joked that his guests seemed to lust after me more than the men they had come to eat, but that I did seem to increase their appetite for male flesh.

Anyway, my first night assisting. There were three guests. One, named Josh, was new and naturally nervous. I spent a lot of time talking to him, telling him about my first time, and helping him relax. I have an easy way with strangers and that’s a big asset in this setting. We stood over the guy on the table, another rent-boy.

“He’s cute. Nice body.”
“Yes. Feel him. Nice and warm.”
“Smooth skin. How old is he?”
“Eighteen, I think.”
“Do you ever have younger? I like young guys.”
“We try to be legal but occasionally one slips by. Young meat is mighty tasty.”

“JESUS!!! Zakary just cut his fingers off!”
“Yeah. Take one. They’re nice to suck or chew on. Or use with the dip.”
“Wow! I love it.”
“Have you eaten much manmeat?”
“Twice. A guy brought me an ear once. And another time, me and a buddy accidently killed a guy during sex and before he hustled off to dispose of the body, I cut an arm off. Had it for dinner.”
“Well, you got a hell of a lot more to choose from tonight.”
“Yeah! I can’t wait.”
“You don’t have to wait. Help yourself.”

“How?”
“Well, look. There he is, naked and helpless. You got all sorts of sharp objects over there. Do what you want. O.K. tell me, what makes you hungry?”
“He’s got hot nipples. I’d love to eat those.”
“Sure. Three ways. One, you just lean down and chew them off. Two, you cut them off yourself. Or, like this: Zakary, Josh here would like a nipple.”
“Of course, sir.”
Zakary leaned down with his knife and sliced a nipple off and handed it to Josh. He held it in a finger, stared at it for a moment, slid it into his mouth, and chewed.”
“See. Easy. You can ask for Zakary to help, or you can do it yourself. His entire body is there for you and the other guests to cut and slice and bite and chew. Cut pieces off and cook them on the stove over there, or eat him raw. He is the appetizer before a big meal later. The main meal will be lots of prepared manmeat, but here the dude is alive. His flesh is as fresh as any you’ll ever have. Frankly, cutting meat off a guy while he’s still alive is my favorite thing. Gets my dick hard. So, help yourself.”

“Say, Caleb, the dude’s chest is bleeding.”
“Well, duh! His tit just got cut off, thanks to you. Anyway, blood runs on to the table and to that drain hole. Then it goes in a tube into a bottle with a spigot. You want to drink some blood, just use the spigot to fill a mug and drink. Nothing wasted.”
“Crazy! Can I cut his dick off?”
“Better to let Zakary do it so he won’t bleed out. See, Zakary uses an elastrator. He puts that tiny rubber band thing over those prongs, then uses them to open the band wide enough to slip over the dick, up to the base, then lets the band close. See, it’s extremely tight and cuts off the blood supply. The band stays in place after the cock is sliced off and there’s no bleeding. You want Zakary to cut it off for you?”
“Yes!”

Zakary manipulated the cock until it became rock hard and then banded the cock twice, leaving a half-inch space between them. He put his knife in the space and sliced downward. In a second, a penis was in Josh’s palm.
“Awesome! It’s still hard!”
“The second banding keeps the blood in the cock so it stays hard for a while. Pretty cool, huh?”
Josh slid the dick into and out of his mouth like he was giving it a blowjob. Then he slid it into the boy’s mouth the same way.
“I love this. He’s getting mouth-fucked by his own dick! Does he realize what’s happening? He never moves.”

“Actually, yes. Zakary paralyzed his body but his brain is working and knows what is happening to him. He feels some pain, but I don’t know how much.”
“Hmmm. I don’t know if him feeling pain turns me on or not. But I like that he can see me holding his cock. And these other guys are cutting pieces off his belly and eating them. He sees that, too?”

“Yep. He knows we’re here to eat him. But once he’s on that table, he’s not a human anymore. He is an object, a plaything, a meal, a slab of meat, a thing to be used for our pleasure. And you know what’s really great? He’s totally aware of everything. He can hear me saying all this to you right now. He can see us. He can feel us cutting into him. He can see us eating him. He knows he’s dying. He’s crying inside, crying out in pain, crying out in despair, crying out in abject terror, but he has no way to let us see that pain or terror or despair. Christ! The guy is in total agony and just lays there motionless. That fucking turns me on! Big time! Watch. His eyes are following me as I lean down to his face, put my teeth on his nose, and bite it off!” I gnawed at the nose until it came off in my mouth. “There. That had to hurt bad and he can even see me chewing it up. He can feel his blood gushing out and down his face. But his face stays impassive. So fucking cool!”

“You cold, Caleb.”
“I don’t think so. I’m actually hot for this dude. See, he has a nice body but not huge amounts of hard muscle. Flesh is easier to cut off him and is also more tender to eat, as opposed to someone like me. I’ve got lots of hard muscle, which is great to look at, but tougher to eat. So, don’t look at me and drool. He’s a better meal.”
“Ha. Ha. If you were on that table, Caleb, we’d all be drooling and you’d make a fantastic meal. Tough meat or not. There is nobody who wouldn’t want to eat you. Especially that amazing cock.”
“Well, thank you. I aim to please, but I have no intention of ever being on that table. I prefer eating men, not being eaten by them. But if there was a clone of me, you’re fucking right I’d be first in line to eat him. And the cock.”
“Well, Caleb, you’re not modest about your looks, are you?”
“Nope.”
 

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Diversity.

Andre had several regulars at his soirèes. There were the Chubs, a small group of fatties who like to carve and eat fat guys. And the Bears, who liked very hairy, beefy guys. I didn’t find anything stimulating with either of these groups.

The Brainiacs were more interesting. These were three scientists who worked at the university.
All were attractive with medium builds and somewhat effeminate. They ate brains. Said it made them smarter. Zakary would set his victim in a sitting position, with the head about chest high. The Brainiacs would begin their session by caressing, kissing and nibbling on the young man. Then they’d cut small pieces of his flesh to chew on as they continued their poking and probing. One of them, Charlie, liked to pop eyeballs out and swallow them. Bert always cut open the sac and crushed the nuts between his teeth. The other scientist, Boris, was content to nibble on severed fingers and toes.

In time, Zakary scalped the boy, exposing a smooth skull glistening with red blood. With his battery-powered bone saw, he sawed into the skull a perfect circle from forehead to rear, careful to cut only bone, nothing deeper. With a slurpy sound, Zakary lifted the skull, exposing the boy’s full brain. Always Oooos and Aaaahs of appreciation for Zakary’s skillful expertise.

One night, they used forks and knives to eat the brain right out of the head. Another time, they cut and squeezed and stirred the brain until it was almost soupy, and then slurped it up with big spoons. And last week, they popped the whole brain out of the skull and tossed it around like a ball until it lost all its shape and ended up splattering on the floor. It was a mess! But they gobbled up every morsel. This is a very interesting group. They offered me bit of brain, which actually tasted good. My mind kept going back to the boy, wondering when he died and what pain he had experienced. Since their sedation keeps them from expressing any emotion or feeling, it’s always hard to know. But, like Zakary, I get off on their inability to react to the excruciating pain they feel as we probe and cut and eat their bodies.

The Dirty Boys were scat lovers. Buddy and Buster lived together and were into anything having to do with shit. Usually, what they did here, was to slice open a victim’s gut. Then they’d play with his intestines, pulling them out of the belly and fondle, kiss, and nibble. They always position’s the victim’s head so he could see himself gutted. I like that part. Since I didn’t care for the scat stuff, I usually hung back and let Zakary work with Buddy and Buster. He always told me he could enjoy the entire man. Man is Man. What’s the difference, he asked, between eating an intestine and eating what’s inside the colon. Believe me, I think there’s a lot of difference.

After pulling the intestines out and laying them over the boy’s entire body, they chewed and sucked on the warm, wet, yellow guts, before finally cutting the colon and squeezing the shit out and into their mouths, just like squeezing a pastry tube. Yuck! Oh, well. To each his own.

So, as I said, Andre could assemble a huge array of diverse cannibals at his soirèes. And his son would do anything to make them happy. It really was a joy to watch. To watch the guests have a great time devouring human flesh. To watch Zakary’s dissection and culinary skills. And to watch some incredibly beautiful young men be slaughtered and consumed as entertainment. I loved my new home.
 

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A Cannibal’s Dream…and Nightmare


Even before I opened my eyes, I knew. I was tied to the table and the cannibals were going to eat me.

Zakary was standing next to the table, rubbing my chest and looking down at me.
“Hey, Caleb.”
“Hey, Caleb?! What the fuck does that mean? Why am I here, Zakary?”
“It’s time. That’s all. Nothing personal, but it’s just time. To move on.”
“You’re tired of me, so it’s time to kill me?”
“What else can I do?”
“If you’re tired of me, just send me on my way. Say good-bye.”
“Doesn’t work that way. You can’t just leave.”
“But WHY?”
“It’s just always worked this way. Since I was eleven. Papa let me pick a friend but would only let me keep him for a year. Then I had to find a new one.”
“So, you have a new friend? Who? Nathan? The creepy bodybuilder?”
“Doesn’t matter, Caleb. You have to go. Tonight. But it doesn’t mean I don’t still love you. I mean, you have been great fun to be with. You’ve worked with me to build my body to be as beautifully sculpted as yours. And you’ve fucked me almost every day with the world’s biggest cock. The pain has been glorious. So, don’t think I won’t miss you.”
“Fuck you!”
“Look, Caleb. Think of it this way. You’re a gorgeous man with an absolutely spectacular body. Every man lusts after you. They want to consume you. You’ve got an ego, so what more could you want?”
“I want to live, Zakary. I don’t want to be sliced to death and eaten. I FUCKING WANT TO LIVE! PLEASE! DON’T KILL ME!!”
“I’m sorry. But it won’t be painful. Papa says the injection that paralyses you will also shut down your pain receptors. You’ll see everything but won’t feel a thing. It will be a huge turn-on, watching yourself be cut up.”
“I don’t believe it. You’ve looked into the eyes of the guys we’ve killed. They felt something.”
“Papa says you won’t feel it, Caleb. Now, it’s time. Thanks, Caleb, you’ve been a great friend.”
“That’s all you have to say? You’ve been a great friend? Fuck you! But, please, Zakary. Don’t do this! DON’T KILL ME! PLEASE!”

As I cried out, pleading for my life, Zakary slid the needle into a vein in my ankle and pressed. I immediately felt a warm sensation run through my body as the liquid coursed through my veins. My body flushed and I became lightheaded. It felt so nice, like shooting up cocaine. In seconds, my entire body was still. No struggling. Just relaxed, immobile. I watched as Zakary removed the hypo and cleaned the drops of blood from my ankle. He leaned down to my face, whispered “I love you”, and kissed my lips. Then he leaned into my crotch and took my cock in his mouth and gave it a little love bite. And I FELT IT! Oh, SHIT! I could feel his lips and his teeth. The drug had made me speechless and immobile, but had actually HEIGHTENED my sense of feeling! Zakary was wrong! I would feel everything! I would suffer extreme pain and they would never know. Oh, GOD, I have descended into HELL, and was about to suffer its torments!

It wasn’t long before the door opened and the others trooped in. Andre and Maurice, as usual, in formalwear. Mathew and Felipe, two regulars. And another guy I didn’t recognize. Was he Zakary’s new boy? Who would be on this table himself one day? They surrounded me and began to stroke me.

“It’s Caleb! I wondered if you would ever serve him up.”
“Andre, why didn’t you just sell him to me when I offered twenty-five thousand? I could have made him last four days on my rack. I really wanted to torture this glorious hulk.”
“Sorry, Maurice. But he was Zakary’s boy and I really couldn’t sell him. Maybe someone else someday.”
“There will never be another Caleb, Andre. This one was special.”

Andre spoke, “Gentlemen. This indeed is a special event. Caleb has been with us for a year and has been a wonderful companion. A lot of fun to be with, and certainly a beauty to look at. And none of us have ever encountered such a massive cock. We’ve all touched it from time to time, but tonight we will feast on it. Now, let’s move him into position.”

They lifted me off the table, set me on the floor, and pulled me into a sitting position. From the ceiling, they pulled down two meat hooks. Oh, fuck, no! They stuck one into my back, just inside my shoulder blade. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh! OH, GOD, THAT HURTS! Then the other hook went in next to it. JESUS! JESUS! JESUS! IT HURTS SO BAD! But, to the others, I gave no indication of the unbearable pain I was feeling. My body didn’t react, I didn’t scream. Someone pulled on the ropes. The sharp points of the meat hooks dug deep into my trapezius muscles, and my body began to move upward. My arms hung loose at my sides as my butt lifted off the floor. Slowly, painfully, the hooks lifted my weight, dragging my limp legs along, until I was fully suspended in the air, with my feet inches off the floor. The pulley stopped. I dangled, my body swinging slightly. My head lolled forward, looking into the eyes of six men. Their eyes reflected many emotions. Amazement that a man was hanging on meat hooks in front of them. Wonder at my beauty. Lust in anticipation of turning my beauty into a slab of meat and sinew and gore. Desire to consume me, drink my blood, eat my flesh. But no awareness of the hideous pain I would suffer for their pleasure.

“Gentlemen, before we begin, let’s appreciate Caleb as a man, a friend, one last time. He has been a great friend to my son, Zakary. Teaching him wisdom, building his body, honing his skills, expanding his imagination. Zakary learned many killing techniques from Caleb. Techniques that will be put to good use in the future…tonight, perhaps. We all enjoyed Caleb’s wit and friendliness, his infectious personality. So, let’s begin by drinking a toast to Caleb.” Zakary slipped a syringe into my arm and drained my blood into six small glasses. “To Caleb!” “Caleb!” “Now, fondle him, caress him, take your selfies with him.”

They crowded in, ran their hands over my body. Caressing and pinching. Nibbling and licking. Mouths on my cock. Fingers in my asshole. Tongues in my mouth. Taking selfies and group photos. Posing in salacious positions. Making lurid comments. And I just hung, swinging on my hooks, a piece of slaughterhouse meat, an object of derision and lust. I hung suspended, silent and immobile, but inwardly demeaned and scared. Through my pain, I cried in shame. No tears on my cheeks, but inwardly I sobbed uncontrollably.

“O.K. guys. We all know that, beyond his many attributes, Caleb’s dick is his pride and joy. The biggest piece of meat any of us has ever seen. Take a last look, a last feel, a last nibble, while it’s still intact. It’s about to be cut off. Zakary will use his mouth to arouse it, engorge it, and make it bigger and harder. There. Look at that mother fucker! HUGE! Now he slips an elastrator over it. And a second one. And one over his nuts. O.K. are you ready for the big cut? Caleb’s cock is coming off.”

The room had lots of mirrors and I could see myself from various angles. Still magnificent. Still stunningly beautiful. I’d been here before, in this room. I’d seen men hanging here, and on the table, about to be sliced. I know the feeling of lust. If I were down there looking up at me, I’d have a raging hard-on, barely able to wait to begin ripping at the hanging body with my knife. But I wasn’t down there. I was the dude swinging from the hooks. Zakary knelt and wrapped his mouth around my cock. Oh, he was good! As bad as I hurt and as scared as I was, he made my dick feel good. Brought me almost to shooting into his mouth. But he pulled back. I saw the elastrator and wanted to pull away. But I could only hang as he snapped the first band on my shaft. Ooooh God, that hurt! And so did the second one. And the third tied off my nut sac. All the guys were staring, panting, practically drooling with anticipation.

Then Zakary with his knife. An extremely sharp blade. He placed it between the two bands on my cock and pressed downward. Thick as my cock was, it popped off with one cut. The pain was immense but it didn’t matter as I watched with my own fascination as Zakary held my severed dick in his hands and raised it so I could see clearly what I had lost. This was the beginning. The first cut. The first piece of me to drop into their hands and mouths. I watched the guys pass my cock around, licking, kissing, nibbling at it. Someone grabbed my hair and pulled my head far back, forcing my mouth wide open. Then my dick was shoved in, cut end first, barely fitting because of its size. I saw them laughing, heard them making obscene jokes. And saw my reflection in the mirror. My crotch devoid of its treasure, my mouth stuffed with my dick, pee hole gaping. I was mortified. Moments ago, I was a hunk to be lusted after. Now a disfigured laughingstock. A tear actually escaped my eye and ran down my cheek. Zakary saw it and wiped it away before the others noticed. “Sweet, Caleb. My love.”

Suddenly, I screached. Not really. I couldn’t but I needed to scream. Someone had bit down on my balls. The pain was so great I wanted to retch, to puke out my guts. But as the teeth ground into my nuts, I simply swung, quietly. The teeth bit and chewed, grinding my testicle inside the sac. Then a sharp cut and my nuts were being handed around, chewed, and finally swallowed. I felt my fingers being snipped off and laid on a tray with a dip Zakary had made with the liver of the cute blond we killed last week. Suddenly, two of my fingers were stuffed up my nose. Christ! The indignity of it! But I realized that with my mouth and nose stuffed, I couldn’t breathe, and maybe I would die before anyone noticed. I prayed for this. But then Zakary yanked my dick out of my mouth. I could breathe and would continue to live through my torment.

I watched as Zakary slid a tube into my dick and then forced something down the tube. He pulled the tube out and announced, “I’ve filled Caleb’s dick with a puree from the brain of one of Caleb’s favorite victims.” Then Zakary began to cut my cock into round slices. Even the cockhead. Everyone watched, including me, as he laid the rounds on a small cooktop and heated them, both sides, until they were crisp. All remnants of my huge, glorious penis disappeared down their throats in minutes. Then I heard “will the rest of him taste as good?”

They all stood around me, each holding a small sharp knife, perfect for cutting small pieces out of a carcass. “Zakary has the honor of taking the first bite. Then Caleb is open to everybody. To keep him alive as long as possible, please try to cut flesh without severing an artery. I’m putting this bucket under his feet to catch the blood that drips down his legs. And do NOT touch his eyes. We want him to enjoy the scene. Enjoy watching us enjoy his body. Enjoy seeing his own body being eaten as he has eaten so many.”

Zakary leaned up and kissed my lips. “Sweet man.” Then he cut swiftly and removed my lips. As the others pounced, I saw my reflection. My mouth now a bloody hole revealing teeth and gums, looking like a cartel victim in one of CDG’s videos. I felt teeth sink into my bubble butt, grinding and gnawing, trying to break through the thick muscle, and then giving up and cutting out a big chunk with the knife. My nipples disappeared quickly. Pliers yanked at my tongue and it was cut from my mouth. My biceps were a favorite target, but so were my muscular thighs and calves. Ears gone. Nose gone. A slicing sensation on my back, and then the hideous pain of skin being peeled off. Cross-carving of my abs. Pecs sliced off, leaving me strangely flat-chested. Flat-assed, too, as someone removed my entire butt and laid the glutes on the table. All this occurred slowly, deliberately. My friends knew how to draw out the mutilation, to keep me alive, to keep my heart beating and my blood flowing. They worked slowly, leisurely, often stopping to talk about me, or to sip a beer or a cup of my blood. They knew I was an exceptional victim, a treat to linger over. Extend their pleasure. And, inevitably, extend my torment. The pain was unbearable, but I had no choice. I must endure the pain without any hope of passing out.

Someone shoved a piece of flesh into my mouth. “Have a bite of yourself, Caleb. You are so delicious!” More derisive laughter, as a big piece of my butt was wedged between my teeth. These were my friends, mocking me and making obscene jokes as they chewed my flesh, and as my blood splattered their naked bodies. I understood, and didn’t hold it against them. A week ago, we consumed a boy and joked in much the same manner. Lust changes you. Especially the lust that enables you torture and kill and eat another man. I swayed slightly with each hack and cut into my body. I could not resist. Could not cry out. Could not let them know how hideous the pain was that they were inflicting. No, I could only hang motionless, suffering, feeling warm blood run slowly down my torso and legs into the bucket that they dipped their cups into.

I’ve been in this room so many times with my fellow cannibals, tearing apart a beautiful man, reducing him to a puddle of bloody gore, eating his flesh and drinking his blood, masturbating on his carcass as we consumed it. It is erotic, this cannibalistic lust. The purest of sexual ecstasy. The attainment of Heaven. The human becomes an exquisite banquet. A platter of meat set on a table, to be consumed and be enjoyed with a fine wine. A sublime banquet of flesh and blood, the finest of cuisines. I watched them in front of me and in the mirrors, feasting on a man, enjoying another communal meal. The slaughter and the feast become one. Tonight, I could not join in their boisterous camaraderie, for tonight I was the feast.

I stared at the mirrors and, despite my pain, I found it strangely erotic to witness the destruction of my own body. So many times, I stood in front of a mirror and jerked off to my reflected magnificence. My ego had been stroked by the envy and lust that others felt toward me. Even as we killed a young beauty, eyes in the room inevitably focused on me. And I loved it. I was again the center of attention in this room, but not as I desired, not as a participant but rather as the object. Still, watching in mirrors as my body was being slashed and mutilated, I was aroused. Of course, my cock and balls had long since been hacked off, but somehow, I was experiencing the erotic arousal that comes with the mutilation of a man. I saw myself gutted and skinned and scalped, encased in a suit of sticky crimson, muscles reduced to mere sinew. Saw the joyous ecstasy of my fellow cannibals as they consumed my body. Then felt an immense surge in my groin and a massive eruption, spraying my friends and flooding the room with endless streams of my thick creamy cum.

This all happened in my mind, of course, for at that moment my eyes stared blankly. I was dead.
 

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just re read this, fucking awesome! got me boned up and had to jack hard, I put out tons of jizzzz!!!!!!!!!!!!
 

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This Caleb dreams often of that Caleb.

To slice and cut a beautiful man, a living man, and then to consume his flesh and drink his blood. To share the feast with friends.
To be the feast, strapped to a table, immobile, as others cut into my body, feeling every cut but unable to cry out, watching my friends eat me.

To feast on a man. To be feasted upon. Caleb’s Paradise.
 
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