Tecpatl
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Jacob Lovett was irritated when Grindr crashed for almost an entire day. Like most every other gay man in East London he was trying to hook up with an Olympic athlete. Jacob was 37 and he had most things he could want. He ran his family's business and drove a nice car. He had a stylish flat in Canary Wharf. His body was fit and his muscles defined. Now he wanted an Olympian.
Soon after Grindr came back up, he had what he wanted. *The day before the opening ceremonies he got a message from a guy who said he was a 20-year-old Eastern European diver. When Jacob Googled the kid the pictures online looked like the picture in the message: blonde, beautiful smooth body, cute boyish face. His record looked like he wasn't a strong contender for a medal. That was good. A famous boy would attract way too much attention. The slightly disturbing thing was that the kid's coach looked an awful lot like Jacob himself.*
The kid*messaged that his dream had been just to get to the Olympics, and to come to London. If he won a medal that was fine, but no one in his country knew that he was gay, or would approve if they knew. He still had a few years to go in his diving career, and maybe after that he would move away, come out. But for now with days to go before he was scheduled to compete, he wanted to experiment where no one would know what he was up to.
That fit Jacob's needs exactly. He set up a time and place to meet the kid on Saturday, the day after the opening. He told him that most of London was covered with closed-circuit cameras, and if he wanted to remain anonymous he needed to dress different, wear a cap or hood to hide his hair. The kid messaged back that he knew about that and was planning to change clothes in a restroom in the Olympic park after he left the athlete's village. He said that he knew how to give his coach and teammates the slip and fade into the background. Apparently London wasn't the first place this kid had experimented.
The place Jacob had picked was a corner of East London away from cameras. He knew Grindr didn't store messages or chat history on their servers *He wanted this meeting off the grid. His car was parked at the curb, and he sat in it, sending a final message that he was there. He got a message back that the kid was on his way. Not long after there was a knock at the passenger window. Jacob chuckled to himself. The kid had done research. He was dressed a lot like any other East end chav. But the way he moved was too graceful as he slid into the car. He babbled about getting the tube and how the car was just where it was supposed to be as he threw his bag in the back seat. The English was good. The face was the same one from Google. Jacob had his Olympian. He stopped the babble by sliding his hand behind the kid's neck and pulling his face close. He slid his tongue into the kid's mouth. The response was immediate, the kisses coming fast. Jacob could tell the kid was already hard as his hands roved over the tight body, up under the t shirt until they pinched the smooth nipples. Jacob could tell this kid didn't have to shave to get his diver's body. He broke off and started the car, explaining that he had to stop off at work on the way to his flat. He kept his hand on the *kid's thigh, sometimes caressing his cheek, sometimes gripping his hard cock. He wanted to keep the kid horny and not thinking too clearly. The kid kept turning hungry eyes on him, when he wasn't watching out the window, as if looking to see if he was being followed.
Jacob pulled up to the small factory space that his family had owned for generations. Jacob initiated another flurry of kisses. The*kid's hands were all over him. Jacob broke off on purpose and said the kid could come in with him if he wanted. Jacob had all but guaranteed that he would. He unlocked the door and led the kid in, always staying close enough that their bodies touched, that he could brush his lips against an ear, grip a tight ass cheek with his hand. He led the kid through the front office and onto the floor. Everything was pristine and clean, white and stainless steel, washed down and closed down for the weekend. The kid was babbling again, asking what things were for and what Jacob did, obviously getting more nervous. Time for more kissing and fondling. This time Jacob slid his hands down the kid's arms from shoulders to wrists, moving them together behind the kid's back. He'd taken a plastic tie out of his pocket and he slipped it around the wrists and pulled it tight. The kid stiffened immediately and asked what he was doing. Jacob laughed and said something about the kid wanting to experiment while he backed the kid up against a large stainless steel table with a deep lip and a drain. The kid might be an Olympic athlete, but Jacob was bigger and stronger. He picked the kid up and laid him out on the table, securing his ankles with another plastic tie. The kid looked mystified, scared even, but he didn't struggle much. Jacob wondered what it felt like to be just a few days in a strange city far from home, tied up on a metal table by a stranger. The disorientation and strangeness seemed to keep the kid off balance, reacting just a little too slowly to stop what was happening. Jacob stroked the kid's hair and gave him a long kiss, then mumbled soothing things as he moved to the kid's feet. As he took off the shoes and socks the kid started saying no over and over. But as he leaned close and breathed in the odor, the light vinegary smell coming on from the walking mixed with the athletic soapy smell from a shower just before he left, the*kid's breath caught. And as Jacob began to lick and suck on the toes, he heard a low moan of pleasure.
Jacob picked up a pair of scissors and began to cut the jeans. This time a furiously shaking head accompanied the no's but as Jacob's hand moved up the inside of the now exposed thigh and he began to lick and kiss the lightly haired skin they once more turned to moans of pleasure. Jacob could smell the muskiness of the*kid's crotch as he licked the stiff cock and took the balls into his mouth through the cloth of the*kid's pants. The breathing got deeper and the moans louder, but Jacob broke off. He had to keep the kid disoriented and horny. He used the scissors to slowly cut off the*kid's shirt, licking the chiseled chest and abs as he did. This time there were no protests, only moans of pleasure. Finally Jacob cut off the white cotton pants and took the throbbing uncut cock in his mouth. The pre-cum was sweet on his tongue, and there was a sharp intake of breath as the kid started thrusting his hips to drive his cock deeper. Jacob grasped the base of the cock to keep the kid from cumming too soon, then tightened another plastic tie around the cock and balls.*
Then Jacob took off his own clothes. He watched the kid's eyes trace the lines of his own body, the dark fur on his pecs, the line that led down to his own throbbing cock. Then he worshipped the hot diver's body, his tongue and mouth exploring every curve and crevice of the smooth golden skin, the hard nipples, the sweet lips and tongue, the swollen head of the thick cock. This kid was used to being next to naked in front of strangers, but he was obviously not used to the feel of hands and mouth playing the most sensitive places on his body. Jacob edged the kid, bringing him close to cumming, and then backing away to let the moment pass.
At last he stepped away and stated that it was time to get the kid cleaned up and ready. A puzzled look passed over the*kid's face as Jacob turned him over, his hard cock caught between the now warm metal and his body. Jacob put his face between the kid's ass cheeks and breathed deep of the smell, while his tongue explored the bud of his asshole. He wondered at the tight hole, and if the kid had ever been fucked. He was pretty sure the answer was no. The moans of pleasure stopped as Jacob *reached up and pulled down one of the hoses hanging over the table and inserted the nozzle in the*kid's ass. He sprayed water until he was pretty sure the rectum was full. Then he waited until the brown water and shit flowed out between the legs. The kid was not moaning now. He was whining and grunting and crying, thrashing his body. Jacob held him down and thrust the nozzle back in again and again, until the water from the*kid's ass ran clear. Then he reached up for a hose with a sprayer attached. He sprayed the*kid's body with a disinfectant solution, then washed that off with another hose that sprayed water. The kid only flinched once, at the beginning. Jacob guessed he was used to the shock of cold water. At last he lay panting on his back, beads of water glistening on his golden skin, the salt tears on his face mixing with the fresh beads of water. He was beautiful. Jacob was glad for his extravagance of installing lighting that imitated the natural light of the sun instead of the usual fluorescents. The kid deserved the glow of this moment of glory.
The kid's face was a mask of hurt and question as he looked at Jacob. His mouth a thin hard line. But Jacob smiled his warm smile, and worked the*kid's body once again with his hands and his tongue. And that and the hormones of youth had the*kid's mind focussed on the wonderful feelings of his body once again, the feelings denied for so long. Jacob stepped back to look at the sight, the kid bound on the table, the hands behind his back arching his chest in the air. The head turned to one side, the eyes closed, the lips parted in a look of ecstasy. The long thick cock, throbbing against the smooth belly. It was time.
Jacob walked over and pushed the button on the other extravagance he had installed. The hopper on the meat grinder/bone crusher was bigger than the company really needed for the product they handled. But it was just the right size for the product Jacob handled. He switched the setting so that it would crush bone to a powder and meat to a paste. It would grind slower, with more power. It would take longer, but that was fine for Jacob. The kid had started at the sound. And a whine of fear escaped him. Jacob moved quickly as the kid started to put together what was going to happen. As he began to thrash, Jacob picked the kid up and slung him over his shoulder. It was all Jacob could do to hold on to the writhing body. This was where the*kid's strength was, in twisting and turning his body. But Jacob held on, and dropped the kid on the hopper of the grinder, his lower body on the stainless steel that fed the blades, his upper body laying against Jacob's chest, Jacob's arms wrapped around him, his mouth against the*kid's ear. He was keening no, and babbling questions and promises. Anything Jacob wanted. Of course what was about to happen was exactly what Jacob wanted. He shushed the kid, nibbling his ear, and rubbing his nipples with his thumbs. The kid quieted for a moment, a questioning look on his face. Jacob leaned over and kissed him deeply, and in that moment he shoved, and the*kid's feet caught in the blades. As the kiss ended the shriek of pain was deafening. It came from deep in the*kid's chest and echoed from the rafters. But there was no one but the two of them to hear. Jacob held on, feeling every movement of the blades through the kid's body as it twitched and shook. Slowly it was drawn into the machine as it ground muscle and skin, crushed bone and tendons. The shrieking and screaming continued, and Jacob smoothed the*kid's hair, stroking his face and neck and chest, watching intently the look on the face, and the muscled legs as they disappeared into the machine. The cock and balls were next, and the cock began to spasm, shooting a spurt of cum that splashed the kid's left nipple and Jacob's fingers just as the balls reached the blades, but that was all the orgasm the kid got. The rest of the cum was ground up with the throbbing cock and balls as the were drawn easily through the blades. By now there was only a shallow panting from the kid, and the eyes were unfocused. Soon even that stopped, and Jacob kissed the lips again as the light went out in the eyes. He watched the rest of the body slip into the machine, the whine of the blades rising as it chewed up the bones of the skull. Jacob turned off the motor, and opened the hopper that collected the ground meat. And there was the kid, a pile of pink grey sludge, all that was left of the years of work and practice, all that was left of the near perfect body.
He ran the sludge through the machine again bit by bit, grinding it into a shipment of minced beef until it was indistinguishable from any of their other product. Then he cleaned up everything, including washing the blood from himself. He took a couple of pounds of the meat home with him, to eat while he watched the Olympics, of course. The rest was delivered on schedule to the McDonald's in the Athletes' Village. Jacob read a number of tweets from the athletes about how good the hamburgers were there, better than any McDonald's they'd had anywhere. Jacob agreed with them as he chewed the medium-rare burger he'd prepared at home, and watched the beautiful boys swim and run and jump, wondering if there was another he could lure to come with him to Lovett's Meats.
Soon after Grindr came back up, he had what he wanted. *The day before the opening ceremonies he got a message from a guy who said he was a 20-year-old Eastern European diver. When Jacob Googled the kid the pictures online looked like the picture in the message: blonde, beautiful smooth body, cute boyish face. His record looked like he wasn't a strong contender for a medal. That was good. A famous boy would attract way too much attention. The slightly disturbing thing was that the kid's coach looked an awful lot like Jacob himself.*
The kid*messaged that his dream had been just to get to the Olympics, and to come to London. If he won a medal that was fine, but no one in his country knew that he was gay, or would approve if they knew. He still had a few years to go in his diving career, and maybe after that he would move away, come out. But for now with days to go before he was scheduled to compete, he wanted to experiment where no one would know what he was up to.
That fit Jacob's needs exactly. He set up a time and place to meet the kid on Saturday, the day after the opening. He told him that most of London was covered with closed-circuit cameras, and if he wanted to remain anonymous he needed to dress different, wear a cap or hood to hide his hair. The kid messaged back that he knew about that and was planning to change clothes in a restroom in the Olympic park after he left the athlete's village. He said that he knew how to give his coach and teammates the slip and fade into the background. Apparently London wasn't the first place this kid had experimented.
The place Jacob had picked was a corner of East London away from cameras. He knew Grindr didn't store messages or chat history on their servers *He wanted this meeting off the grid. His car was parked at the curb, and he sat in it, sending a final message that he was there. He got a message back that the kid was on his way. Not long after there was a knock at the passenger window. Jacob chuckled to himself. The kid had done research. He was dressed a lot like any other East end chav. But the way he moved was too graceful as he slid into the car. He babbled about getting the tube and how the car was just where it was supposed to be as he threw his bag in the back seat. The English was good. The face was the same one from Google. Jacob had his Olympian. He stopped the babble by sliding his hand behind the kid's neck and pulling his face close. He slid his tongue into the kid's mouth. The response was immediate, the kisses coming fast. Jacob could tell the kid was already hard as his hands roved over the tight body, up under the t shirt until they pinched the smooth nipples. Jacob could tell this kid didn't have to shave to get his diver's body. He broke off and started the car, explaining that he had to stop off at work on the way to his flat. He kept his hand on the *kid's thigh, sometimes caressing his cheek, sometimes gripping his hard cock. He wanted to keep the kid horny and not thinking too clearly. The kid kept turning hungry eyes on him, when he wasn't watching out the window, as if looking to see if he was being followed.
Jacob pulled up to the small factory space that his family had owned for generations. Jacob initiated another flurry of kisses. The*kid's hands were all over him. Jacob broke off on purpose and said the kid could come in with him if he wanted. Jacob had all but guaranteed that he would. He unlocked the door and led the kid in, always staying close enough that their bodies touched, that he could brush his lips against an ear, grip a tight ass cheek with his hand. He led the kid through the front office and onto the floor. Everything was pristine and clean, white and stainless steel, washed down and closed down for the weekend. The kid was babbling again, asking what things were for and what Jacob did, obviously getting more nervous. Time for more kissing and fondling. This time Jacob slid his hands down the kid's arms from shoulders to wrists, moving them together behind the kid's back. He'd taken a plastic tie out of his pocket and he slipped it around the wrists and pulled it tight. The kid stiffened immediately and asked what he was doing. Jacob laughed and said something about the kid wanting to experiment while he backed the kid up against a large stainless steel table with a deep lip and a drain. The kid might be an Olympic athlete, but Jacob was bigger and stronger. He picked the kid up and laid him out on the table, securing his ankles with another plastic tie. The kid looked mystified, scared even, but he didn't struggle much. Jacob wondered what it felt like to be just a few days in a strange city far from home, tied up on a metal table by a stranger. The disorientation and strangeness seemed to keep the kid off balance, reacting just a little too slowly to stop what was happening. Jacob stroked the kid's hair and gave him a long kiss, then mumbled soothing things as he moved to the kid's feet. As he took off the shoes and socks the kid started saying no over and over. But as he leaned close and breathed in the odor, the light vinegary smell coming on from the walking mixed with the athletic soapy smell from a shower just before he left, the*kid's breath caught. And as Jacob began to lick and suck on the toes, he heard a low moan of pleasure.
Jacob picked up a pair of scissors and began to cut the jeans. This time a furiously shaking head accompanied the no's but as Jacob's hand moved up the inside of the now exposed thigh and he began to lick and kiss the lightly haired skin they once more turned to moans of pleasure. Jacob could smell the muskiness of the*kid's crotch as he licked the stiff cock and took the balls into his mouth through the cloth of the*kid's pants. The breathing got deeper and the moans louder, but Jacob broke off. He had to keep the kid disoriented and horny. He used the scissors to slowly cut off the*kid's shirt, licking the chiseled chest and abs as he did. This time there were no protests, only moans of pleasure. Finally Jacob cut off the white cotton pants and took the throbbing uncut cock in his mouth. The pre-cum was sweet on his tongue, and there was a sharp intake of breath as the kid started thrusting his hips to drive his cock deeper. Jacob grasped the base of the cock to keep the kid from cumming too soon, then tightened another plastic tie around the cock and balls.*
Then Jacob took off his own clothes. He watched the kid's eyes trace the lines of his own body, the dark fur on his pecs, the line that led down to his own throbbing cock. Then he worshipped the hot diver's body, his tongue and mouth exploring every curve and crevice of the smooth golden skin, the hard nipples, the sweet lips and tongue, the swollen head of the thick cock. This kid was used to being next to naked in front of strangers, but he was obviously not used to the feel of hands and mouth playing the most sensitive places on his body. Jacob edged the kid, bringing him close to cumming, and then backing away to let the moment pass.
At last he stepped away and stated that it was time to get the kid cleaned up and ready. A puzzled look passed over the*kid's face as Jacob turned him over, his hard cock caught between the now warm metal and his body. Jacob put his face between the kid's ass cheeks and breathed deep of the smell, while his tongue explored the bud of his asshole. He wondered at the tight hole, and if the kid had ever been fucked. He was pretty sure the answer was no. The moans of pleasure stopped as Jacob *reached up and pulled down one of the hoses hanging over the table and inserted the nozzle in the*kid's ass. He sprayed water until he was pretty sure the rectum was full. Then he waited until the brown water and shit flowed out between the legs. The kid was not moaning now. He was whining and grunting and crying, thrashing his body. Jacob held him down and thrust the nozzle back in again and again, until the water from the*kid's ass ran clear. Then he reached up for a hose with a sprayer attached. He sprayed the*kid's body with a disinfectant solution, then washed that off with another hose that sprayed water. The kid only flinched once, at the beginning. Jacob guessed he was used to the shock of cold water. At last he lay panting on his back, beads of water glistening on his golden skin, the salt tears on his face mixing with the fresh beads of water. He was beautiful. Jacob was glad for his extravagance of installing lighting that imitated the natural light of the sun instead of the usual fluorescents. The kid deserved the glow of this moment of glory.
The kid's face was a mask of hurt and question as he looked at Jacob. His mouth a thin hard line. But Jacob smiled his warm smile, and worked the*kid's body once again with his hands and his tongue. And that and the hormones of youth had the*kid's mind focussed on the wonderful feelings of his body once again, the feelings denied for so long. Jacob stepped back to look at the sight, the kid bound on the table, the hands behind his back arching his chest in the air. The head turned to one side, the eyes closed, the lips parted in a look of ecstasy. The long thick cock, throbbing against the smooth belly. It was time.
Jacob walked over and pushed the button on the other extravagance he had installed. The hopper on the meat grinder/bone crusher was bigger than the company really needed for the product they handled. But it was just the right size for the product Jacob handled. He switched the setting so that it would crush bone to a powder and meat to a paste. It would grind slower, with more power. It would take longer, but that was fine for Jacob. The kid had started at the sound. And a whine of fear escaped him. Jacob moved quickly as the kid started to put together what was going to happen. As he began to thrash, Jacob picked the kid up and slung him over his shoulder. It was all Jacob could do to hold on to the writhing body. This was where the*kid's strength was, in twisting and turning his body. But Jacob held on, and dropped the kid on the hopper of the grinder, his lower body on the stainless steel that fed the blades, his upper body laying against Jacob's chest, Jacob's arms wrapped around him, his mouth against the*kid's ear. He was keening no, and babbling questions and promises. Anything Jacob wanted. Of course what was about to happen was exactly what Jacob wanted. He shushed the kid, nibbling his ear, and rubbing his nipples with his thumbs. The kid quieted for a moment, a questioning look on his face. Jacob leaned over and kissed him deeply, and in that moment he shoved, and the*kid's feet caught in the blades. As the kiss ended the shriek of pain was deafening. It came from deep in the*kid's chest and echoed from the rafters. But there was no one but the two of them to hear. Jacob held on, feeling every movement of the blades through the kid's body as it twitched and shook. Slowly it was drawn into the machine as it ground muscle and skin, crushed bone and tendons. The shrieking and screaming continued, and Jacob smoothed the*kid's hair, stroking his face and neck and chest, watching intently the look on the face, and the muscled legs as they disappeared into the machine. The cock and balls were next, and the cock began to spasm, shooting a spurt of cum that splashed the kid's left nipple and Jacob's fingers just as the balls reached the blades, but that was all the orgasm the kid got. The rest of the cum was ground up with the throbbing cock and balls as the were drawn easily through the blades. By now there was only a shallow panting from the kid, and the eyes were unfocused. Soon even that stopped, and Jacob kissed the lips again as the light went out in the eyes. He watched the rest of the body slip into the machine, the whine of the blades rising as it chewed up the bones of the skull. Jacob turned off the motor, and opened the hopper that collected the ground meat. And there was the kid, a pile of pink grey sludge, all that was left of the years of work and practice, all that was left of the near perfect body.
He ran the sludge through the machine again bit by bit, grinding it into a shipment of minced beef until it was indistinguishable from any of their other product. Then he cleaned up everything, including washing the blood from himself. He took a couple of pounds of the meat home with him, to eat while he watched the Olympics, of course. The rest was delivered on schedule to the McDonald's in the Athletes' Village. Jacob read a number of tweets from the athletes about how good the hamburgers were there, better than any McDonald's they'd had anywhere. Jacob agreed with them as he chewed the medium-rare burger he'd prepared at home, and watched the beautiful boys swim and run and jump, wondering if there was another he could lure to come with him to Lovett's Meats.
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