My First Dinner With Andre

callmecaleb

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(Here again is the story of my first encounter with Andre and Zakary. I re-read it often. It gets me off.)

Rick introduced me to Andre. Since my first taste of cannibalism, I had been kind of wild, too wild Rick thought, and maybe Andre could teach me restraint and refinement.

So there I was. In an elegant room, with Andre and two others, drinking cocktails, chatting, and getting to know each other. Andre was a good-looking man in his mid-forties, wearing a suit and tie. The rest of us were in jeans and tees or tanks. We’d been encouraged to wear whatever we wanted, even nothing, but I had decided to just wear normal street clothes. Those of us who were here for the first time were very nervous, but Andre had a manner that put us totally at ease.

Andre escorted us into another room. In the center of this room was a table with a naked man tied to it. Andre spoke: “First, I’d like to speak to those of you who are new here tonight. We are a small, elite group bonded by our love of Man. We love Man much more than your average gay guy does. We adore Man, revere Man, worship Man. We consume Man. Just saying the word “Man” makes our hearts pound and our groins tingle, because we are all cannibals, homosexual cannibals. We eat male flesh. We drink male blood.” (A long low moan emanated from the naked man on the table.) “Later this evening, we will dine on a beautiful young man. Man meat will not be the only delicacy served, but will be incorporated into every course. No man offered here has ever reached the age of twenty-six, and when he is butchered, every bit of him is used, either served at table, or used to fertilize our gardens, where we grow our own vegetables, herbs, fruits and all else used in food preparation. The entire dinner will be prepared by our master chef, Zakary, who is also my son.” He gestured to a tall handsome young man dressed in a white chef’s outfit, including toque, who stood nearby.

“Before dinner, though, we have an an amuse-bouche, a light bite to prepare us for the big meal. That would be Henry.” He put his hand on the chest of the man tied to the table. “Henry is twenty-one, a rent boy whose professional name is Colt Ryder. Over there, on the TV screen, you can see highlights from his many porn videos. A very sexy and talented youth, don’t you think? Colt is yours to use as you like.” (Another moan.) He gestured to a small table nearby. “There are instruments for your use, if you choose, but be careful as they are extremely sharp. Also, Zakary will perform any procedure you ask to be done. He is very expert with sharp tools. Colt has been partially sedated but will not be immune to your actions and may cry out. That is natural. Unlike the outside world, we do not try to shield our ears from the normal sounds of butchering. On the contrary, it can be quite stimulating for some. In sedating Colt, both in his capture and tonight, we have used only natural ingredients. No chemicals that might taint the quality or taste of the blood or flesh you will enjoy tonight.

“Over there, on the sideboard, you will see bowls containing various delicious dips, created by Zakary from the innards of young men. Also, some blood fondues. I encourage you to try them, perhaps as finger food.” Using pruning clippers, Andre snipped off one of Colt’s index fingers, dipped it into a brown cream, and slid it into his mouth. Colt uttered nothing more than another low groan. “And so, gentlemen, enjoy your appetizer.”

Our cocks were rock hard as we moved to Colt. He lay on his back, his legs slightly bent and spread wide, offering easy access to his crotch and butthole. His upper torso was raised slightly, showing off his smooth belly, chest, arms, and face, and his head rested on a wooden block. The table itself was stainless steel and had several holes from which, underneath, tubes ran to a large bucket with a spigot.

There were tears on Colt’s cheeks as our hands caressed his smooth white skin. We poked and prodded and twisted. Ears, nose, mouth, nipples, dick, nuts, butthole, feet. Without thinking, I became the first to act. I bit off his little toe, chewed vigorously, and swallowed. Ahhhhh! Now other teeth began to nibble and bite Colt’s body. He groaned loudly, his body jerked against his bonds, and his eyes glowed with fear. Then…he screamed, screeched actually, high pitched and loud. So sudden and loud that we all stopped what we were doing. One of the guys had clamped his teeth on Colt’s testicle. The noise startled him, too, and he released the nut.

“Zakary, can you cut away his sac so his nuts hang free? I want to suck on them.” “Of course, sir.”

“Zakary, I’ve been trying to bite off his toes but not doing so well.” “But you are making progress, sir, and he’s feeling a lot of pain.” “Think so? O.K. I’ll keep chewing.”

“While he’s working on that foot, would you cut off all the toes on this one and a few fingers, too, so I can try your dip?” “Of, course, sir.”

“I just cut his lips off, Zakary. What do you think? Too ragged?” “No, an excellent job, sir. It accentuates his teeth and gums.”

“Hey, dude, how bout a contest to see who can chew a nipple completely off the quickest?” “No way you’ll beat me!” “You’re on. Winner gets his ears and nose.” “Right!”

“Zakary, would you trim off his foreskin and all the outer skin of his dick. I’ve fantasized eating dickskin since I was a kid.” “Absolutely, sir.”

“Hey! Can I chew the dick after the skin is off?”

“Is it OK to scalp him, Zakary?” “Of course, sir.” “Crazy! I want to lick his bloody skull.”

“Can I wear his hair?”

I looked through the cutting instruments, picked up a scalpel, and stood by Colt. The others watched as I sliced the boy’s smooth belly, making an incision about six inches long, from side to side, just below his belly button. Ohhs and aahs as rich red blood quickly filled the slit. Then exclamations of joy as yellow intestines began to poke through the opening. Positioned as he was, Colt’s eyes could also see this and they widened with terror, and his breathing and heart beat increased. Even under sedation, Colt was panicking, which pulsated his guts further and faster out of his belly. As the others marveled at this, I leaned in and pushed my face into the yellow pile, savoring the unique smell and slick texture. When I raised my head, I brought with it a long intestine clamped between my teeth. The others applauded and Zakary cut the gut free from the mass, leaving it to dangle from my mouth. As the others clawed at the slimy pile, I chewed my piece.

Zakary smiled, “You’ve got experience, sir.” I nodded, still chewing. His hand touched my crotch. As he squeezed my huge hard rod, his eyebrows went up. “Impressive. In so many ways. I hope you will return.” “So do I.”

The others were now cutting and chopping at Colt. Soon, I heard the inevitable “I’ve gelded the colt!” His blood continued to run onto the table and down into the large container. Zakary filled two mugs with the boy’s blood and gave one to me. We clicked glasses as he said, “To the future, Caleb…I hope.” I nodded and we drank together. “Yes, Zakary, I hope so, too.”
 

callmecaleb

A man is a tasty morsel.
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Sometimes I think I might prefer to be Colt.
 
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