This story was NOT made by me and I'm simply copying and pasting it here. It was originally posted on zambianmeat and I find this story to be very hot and I don't want to see this story gone after Zambianmeat closes. Enjoy
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“Ow, ow, OW!” said Vance, face red.
“I’ll – ugh – second that. OUCH!” put in Zeb, also red-faced.
Both men were in their 50s but muscular with a nice V-shape to their bodies. Vance was a dirty blond with a hairy body and Zeb was brown haired and also hairy. And both were bent over a log on supports with a cock up their butts – courtesy of warrior types sticking it in them. Zeb and Vance were surrounded by amused warriors that looked Polynesian but had European, Asian, and African mixtures. The warriors also had a V-shaped body – and big cocks. Vance and Zeb were friends and right now confused how they got into this strange land with horny warriors. Though the first one they had met was …
“You know, I think we were set up by that rotten Matt!” said Zeb, grimacing as the cock in his butt gave a big thrust.
“Oh really?” sourly said Vance. A couple of the warriors knelt down under them and started to suck the trapped men’s penises. “OooooOO!”
“You know I’m not – AaaaaAA – gay but …. OOOO!!”
“Oh man,” said Vance, panting. “I can’t believe this! They really like us.” He panted for a moment and added, “And our dicks as well as our asses.”
“I don’t know. I think they are –” started to say Zeb but paused as a black penis appeared before his face. “… interested mainly in our bodies,” he whispered, staring at the growing member before his nose.
“You don’t think they’re going to – mmph!” said Vance, interrupted when the penis before him was thrust into his mouth.
“Oh, I think they – ugh!” said Zeb, before that thick and black dick went into his mouth.
All the men could do was to grunt as they were fucked, sucked, and oral raped. Some of the warriors even started licking them.
#
“Well, at least we can relax now,” said Zeb, sighing as he leaned against the side of a large pot and stretched out his arms on the rim. He and Vance were in a huge iron cooking pot – with seats.
“Hmm, doesn’t seem to be too hot yet,” said Vance, looking over the side at the low flames. He too stretched out his arms.
“Something doesn’t seem right,” said Zeb, rubbing his hairless chest.
“What do you mean?” said Vance rubbing his chest and looking down at it. “I feel positively bare without my hair. Those warrior barbers really shaved everything. I’m surprised they didn’t scalp us.” He rubbed his now buzzed cut head.
“Well, we are longpigs, you know. Can’t have hair to stick in their teeth.” Zeb too ruefully rubbed his buzz cut then his arms bare of hair.
“Yeah, I figured that,” said Vance, dipping his hand into the broth-like water, bringing it to his nose and sniffing it. “Looks like some sort of concoction to make us tastier.” After a moment, Vance said, “Now you were saying about something not right?”
“Well, being cooked alive in a cannibal pot is more fantasy than reality. The meat isn’t cooked very well and they need to tie us up when it gets hot. I mean, no rope or chains and all we have is a couple of guards to keep us in here.” He nodded to a couple of large, muscular, and humorless guards with nasty looking but polished metal spears. One of the guards looked them over and licked his lips.
“I see what you mean. If it supposed to be boiling, we will try to escape no matter what – especially if we are just sitting here.”
“But if this is to relax us so the meat is more tender then …” Zeb made a cutting motion across his neck.
Vanced sighed and said, “Looks like we’re not going to see another day.”
“Not outside their stomachs.”
Vance tapped the pot and nodded at the guards. “You know, for primitives, they sure have great metal work. Most would have just cut us up and cooked us over an open fire.”
“Yeah, I know. And those spears they have aren’t exactly stone-aged. I wonder …”
A burly black man followed by a muscular red-headed Polynesian came up to the pot. They talked to each other in a tribal tongue and pinched and prodded their longpigs
“Are these the chefs?” said Vance, having his cheek pinched by the black man in a professional manner.
“Must be,” said Zeb, his arm raised and licked by the red-head, more in the vein of sampling food. “Must be seeing if we’re done yet.”
The chefs took out some large wooden spoons and stirred the broth. Then they dipped the spoons and poured the broth over their victim’s heads.
“Yep, definitely invited for dinner,” said Vance, sputtering.
“Well, they seem experienced anyway,” said Zeb with a shrug as more broth went over him. “Look at the bright side. They’ll probably more interested in cooking us than torturing us.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’d rather be … Uh, what are they doing?”
The chefs took off their loincloths and exposed their long penises.
“Uh, oh, looks like they want some fun first before –“ The red-head shoved his penis into Zeb’s mouth.
“Not again,” moaned Vance as he wearily opened his mouth and had a black penis shoved into it.
#
“Oooh, that tickles,” said Vance wiggling a bit as a young cannibal licked his pecs. Vance was strapped down to a large metal tray. His wrists, upper biceps, ankles, upper legs, stomach and neck all had straps over them. The young cannibal, angelic face framed by long dark hair and small goatee, smiled at Vance, nibbled on Vance’s lips, then gave him a full on, tonsil sucking kiss. The cannibal released him, gave him a toothy and hungry looking grin then started to lick Vance’s neck. “Man, they really like our bodies,” said Vance panting. “Are they going to cook us alive Zeb … Zeb?”
Zeb, strapped down like Vance, was also given a tonsil-sucking kiss by a young blond cannibal – also with long hair but with a mustache. Some of the older warriors laughed and clapped at their younger comrades antics. The blond cannibal started licking Zeb’s pecs. Zeb looked a bit dazed.
“Friendly, aren’t they?” said Vance who then giggled as the young cannibal licked a tit. Another young cannibal, a black one with short mustache and goatee, came over and started licking Vance’s toes. “Ooooo, that definitely tickles!”
A swarthy looking young cannibal with a 5 O’clock shadow joined the blond one in licking Zeb’s legs. Zeb, gasping a bit, said, “You think this is a right of passage for up and coming cannibals? Lick the longpigs to get into the warrior club?”
“Maybe, uh!” said Vance who jerked when the young cannibals started to nibble on his thighs.
“Their older buddies seemed amused, and – AH!” the swarthy cannibal took Zeb’s balls into his mouth.
The black one then took Vance’s balls into his mouth and started sucking. “Ooo, ooo, OOO!” said Vance, wide-eyed. “You don’t think they’re going eat us uncooked!”
A commanding voice rang out. The young cannibals released the balls and stood at a form of attention around the longpigs. The chefs were back with trays filled with veggies and fruits and also carrying a couple of bottles. They barked some orders at the young cannibals and handed them the trays. Then the chefs started to pour the contents of the bottles over Vance and Zeb. The chefs used brushes to smooth out the BBQ like sauce over the longpig bodies.
“Hmmm, looks like we’re going to be cooked alive,” said Zeb, watching the black chef efficiently spread the sauce.
“Yep, I think you’re right,” said Vance, sputtering a bit as the red-head applied sauce to Vance’s head.
As the chefs worked their victim’s lower body, the young cannibals came forward and applied the fruits and veggies. Zeb got pineapple over his tits and cucumbers down his abs. Then his penis was manipulated to get a large boner, an edible looking cock-ring applied and fruits and veggies went over his boner. Vance had carrot rings over his tits and onions down his abs. His penis too was decorated like Zeb’s. Then the chef loosed the longpig legs. Vance and Zeb looked at each other as the young cannibals raised the longpig legs to expose the ass. They both yelped as pieces of fruit and miscellaneous stuffing were shoved up their butts. The young cannibals laughed as the older men protested about being stuffed. Vance and Zeb felt a butt plug jammed into them then their legs lowered and fastened again.
“OOooo. That’s the hard way to be constipated!” moaned Vance.
“I agree,” groaned Zeb. He looked around (as much as he could with his neck strapped down). “The other cannibals seemed to be moving away.”
The young cannibals went to the head and tail of each longpig and lifted the trays the longpigs were on.
“They’re moving to the next spot. I think this is where we are cooked,” said Vance with trepidation as the young cannibals carried them off.
“I wonder how …” started to say Zeb then he spotted a large oven. A fire was getting started underneath it. “Oh, never mind.”
The oven had two long doors at opposite sides. The doors where lifted. Vance was slid into the right side and Zeb into the left side. The doors came down.
“Now this IS weird!” said Zeb.
“That we’re being cook alive?” said Vance, feeling the heat.
“No. Notice the doors.”
“The doors. Well they are … glass doors?”
“Pretty advanced, don’t you think?”
Vance looked out the door and saw the cannibals sitting down to watch them cook. “Yeah, I think you’re right. They seem to have been doing this for awhile and mastered the cooking utensils just right.”
“Well, we haven’t seem their village but I suspect it’s not mud huts.”
“I think you’re right.” The door opened. “Oh, going to baste us are –.“ The black chef grabbed Vance’s jaw, opened his mouth, and shoved an apple into it.
“What the –“ started to say Zeb before his door was opened and the red-head opened his mouth and shoved an apple into it.
The oven doors slammed shut and the heat started to build. Vance and Zeb looked at each other in fear, both with an apple in their mouth. They tried to strain against their straps, eliciting applause from the watching cannibals. They wiggled a bit and blinked the sweat out of their eyes, the cannibals laughed. They twitched their pecs and biceps, the cannibals sighed in appreciation. They flexed their legs and ass, the cannibals licked their lips. They tried screaming through the apple, the cannibals applauded. This went on for a while, both men feeling more and more uncomfortable and twitching and sweating and trying to scream.
After a while, both men ceased moving. A moment later, Vance’s voice said, “Man, I really hate being a pot roast.”
“Me too,” said Zeb. “Hey! I can talk again.”
“How’s that possible? This blasted apple is muffling us!”
“I know, I know. But – hey, another strange thing. I don’t feel any pain anymore.”
Vance looked down at his body. “Weird! My body looks like it is cooking quite well.”
The oven doors opened and they were slid out. Zeb said to his red-head chef, “Did you guys change your minds?”
The chef took no notice of Zeb’s remark and whipped out a large carving knife and started to open Zeb up from his crotch to his neck. A couple of the young cannibals stood near-by with bowls.
“Hey! You can’t do this! I’m not dead yet!” protested Zeb. He could hear Vance protesting loudly from the other side of the oven.
The chef ignored him and started to remove Zeb’s internal organs, quite rapidly. The organs were dumped into the waiting bowls. Another set of bowls came up, filled with stuffing and fruit bits. Their contents dumped into Zeb’s cavitly. The chef deftly sowed up Zeb and shoved him back into the oven. Vance, similar condition, joined him. The doors were slammed and the heat resumed.
“Uh, Zeb,” came Vance’s voice, a bit uncertain. “Were you just gutted then stuffed and sewn up like a turkey?”
“Yep!”
“Then how can we talk?” asked Vance. He glanced down at his body and saw steam rising. “And how can’t we feel anything as we are obviously cooking?!”
“I think we’re dead,” said Zeb, flatly.
“What? Ridiculous!”
“Well, we seem to be able to look down at our deliciously cooking bods but I don’t think we are moving any of those juicy muscles at all.”
“Why that’s ab-surd? … Oh.”
“Yep, we’re basically ghosts now. That’s why we can talk to each other but they can’t hear us … And they’re probably making pies out of our guts.”
“Oh phooey!”
“I’d thought you’d be swearing worse than that!”
“What’s the use … You know I can even feeling my body roasting – those juices bubbling.”
“Yeah, me too. And even feel that stuffing in my ass swelling.”
“So we’re ghosts that don’t feel pain anymore but can feel other things?”
“Yep! Guess we’ll have to stay here until we finish cooking and they eat us.”
“Humph! Then we’ll haunt them!”
#
They were taken out a while later and set on two adjoining tables, their bodies steaming and golden brown.
Zeb said, “Well, you do look good! You’re tits stick out nicely and your pecs look tasty.”
“You too!” said Vance. “Though I thought you said you weren’t gay?”
“I think I’m Bi! And their other victims were probably Bi also, hence the hodge-podge of races.”
“Use the longpigs to breed before eating. I guess that makes perverted sense. Though I’m insulted they didn’t use us for breeding.”
“Must do it only once in a while … Hmmm, I wonder if we’re cooled down enough to eat?”
“We’re getting there. Hey! Our cannibal hosts are civilized.”
“How do you know?”
“They’re setting out knives and forks!”
“Ha, ha. Very phony!” Zeb looked around, in a ghostly manner, and said, “Guess you’re right. Though the knives look sharp and the forks are two pronged and nasty looking. I wonder if it’s going to hurt as they slice into us.”
“Didn’t hurt when the chefs gutted us.”’
“True, true but it wasn’t exactly pleasant.”
“Well, look at it this way, we’ll know if we’re a culinary hit as they chew our fat.”
“Oh goody.”
Cannibals started to arrive and sit around the longpigs. Vance and Zeb no longer had a clear view of each other – just hungry looking cannibals drooling over their cooked bodies. Zeb had the swarthy looking young cannibal come up to his crotch. Zeb caught a glance at the black young cannibal at Vance’s crotch. The swarthy youngster picked up a knife, put the tip of Zeb’s cooked penis in his mouth, then cut off Zeb’s cock and balls at the base and lifted them up using his mouth. He started to chew on them to the laughter and applause of the other cannibals. Zeb caught another glance at the young black enjoying Vance’s severed dick and balls in like manner.
Then the cannibals started in earnest. Zeb’s pecs were cut off and placed on plates of eager diners. His ass started to be carved up. His arms were separated from his body and his biceps where cut off for some hungry older cannibals. His legs were also ripped apart and greedily eaten.
“This is weird,” came Vance’s voice over the chewing and pleased sounds of the diners.
“I know what you mean,” said Zeb, loudly. “I can feel every bite but it seems more pleasant than horrifying.
“Yeah, really strange. Oh someone’s going for seconds on my ass. I always felt my ass was chewed on but I didn’t think it would become literal.”
“Yeah, but they really liked my pecs.”
“Mine too but the legs are popular also.”
“Yeah, you had better legs than me. My arms are disappearing fast.”
“Yep, your biceps were definitely bigger than mine.”
A few minutes passed as the bodies of Vance and Zeb lost more and more meat. Then Zeb said, “Oh.”
“What is it?” said Vance.
“They’re chewing on my ribs and someone is breaking my bones to get at the tasty marrow.”
“Yeah, I’m down to bones myself. Boy are they a hungry bunch.”
“A lot of them too. All taking turns at the table … Oh, there is my blond cannibal who kissed me. Mustache tickled me.”
“Yeah, and my dark-haired beauty who sucked on my tonsils. Liked it though I got barber burn … Hey! He’s lifting up my head.”
“Me too. Though our heads are no longer attached to anything. Wonder what they are going to do? They already ate a lot of us already.”
“Ah, mine is looking strange at me,” said Vance, voice quavering. “You don’t think … Oh gross!”
“What?”
“He ate my eyeballs! Now he’s chewing on my lips.”
“Urg! Mine just took my tongue and is chewing it.”
“Sigh, they gave us a kiss to sample our faces before eating them! Rotten kids!”
“Well, this is not our day … Oh, you’re right, eating our eyeballs is gross!”
#
Vance’s and Zeb’s bones laid on the table, skulls placed at an angle facing the cannibals now lounging around watching the setting sun as they digested.
Zeb’s voice came out of the air and said, “Looks like we can move a bit now that we’re just in their stomachs.”
“Yeah,” came Vance’s voice. “Hey, look at my dark-haired lover, picking his teeth. He sure seems contented – and stomach bigger.”
“My blond one does too. Though the black one and the swarthy one seem to be talking.”
“Probably which dick was tastier.”
“Ah, look over there. See those pies.”
“Yeah?”
“Looks like they did make meat pies out of our innards. Called that one!”
“Yeah. Only a few crumbs left.”
Zeb sighed and said, “Well, looks like we were a hit. No left overs.”
“Yeah. Too bad we can’t enjoy it like our hosts did.”
The young cannibals got up and went over to the table with Zeb’s and Vance’s bones.
“Are they going to look for more meat?” asked Vance. “I don’t think there is any left.”
“I don’t think there is. Not even bone marrow. They even ate our brains.”
“Well, can’t accuse them of not using our minds. Though isn’t it unhealthy to eat brains? It’s not like they’re zombies.”
“Maybe but they probably worked around it. Hey, they’re picking us up … What’s left of us, that is.”
The young cannibals took the trays, with the bones clattering, went down a path. After a few minutes, they stopped at a crude chute. Zeb’s bones were dumped, noisily into the chute. The young cannibals giggled at the clattering. Then Vance’s was unceremoniously dumped also, with young cannibal snickering some more.
The spirits of Zeb and Vance followed their plunging bones until they hit a patch of thick moss surrounded by thick leaves laying flat.
Zeb’s spirit looked at the encroaching gloom and said, “Isn’t this a fine spot to be!”
“Sure don’t know how to treat their dinner guests,” grumbled Vance. “Hey! What–?”
The leaves started to rise and form a pod around the bones. The clink of bones sounded as they moved.
Zeb’s voice, muffled, said, “I guess this is it. Plant food.”
#
The morning came and went. Then night came and went. Then the morning came one more time. The leaves parted and went flat again. Two naked and very muscular men opened their eyes, stretched and got up. And they looked at each other in shock.
“Zeb!” said Vance, staring with open mouth. “You’re alive!”
“You too!” said Zeb, also gaping. “How is that possible?”
“Easy,” came a voice behind them. “You’ve been reconstituted.”
They whirled around and yelled, “YOU!”
There was muscular Matt smiling at them – and holding some shorts, muscle shirts and sandals.
“You rotter! You sent us to be eaten!” snapped Zeb.
“Yep.”
“And they raped us first!” snapped Vance.
“Yep.”
“Is that all you can say is yep!” growled Zeb.
Matt stepped up and handed the clothes to the two men and said, “Welcome to cannibal island called Avaiki. Something related to a supernatural bitch named Miru or some such. It is unfortunate that there is basically the eater and the eaten. Though, somehow, they managed to fix it where they can eat their victims several times.” He looked both men up and down and added, “And make their victims even more luscious every time.”
“Yeah, I know,” said Zeb, flexing his even bigger bicep.
“I do look good,” said Vance, rubbing his more massive chest. Then he snapped at Matt, “You mean we’re going to be eaten again and again?”
“Yep. And bred a bit. I know of a son and daughter I have in different tribes.”
“You did call that one,” said Vance to Zeb then turned to Matt. “But wait a minute! There is more than one cannibal tribe?”
“Yep. Several in fact. This is a big place. Different cultures, different tech, different products and they even trade with each other.”
“Probably to swap recipes,” grumbled Zeb.
Matt gave a rueful nod and continued, “And we are supposed to move to another area once we get reconstituted. Spread the menu around a bit.”
“How often?”
“About once every two or three months you get to be the guest of honor at dinner ... Depends on the holidays, of course.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?” snapped Vance, putting on his shorts.
“First timers are a bit – uh – resistant. But after being eaten once, it’s easier after that.”
“And we’re to be eaten forever?” said Zeb, slipping on his sandals.
“Oh, no. You’ll have a normal life span of about 90 or 100. Of course you’ll look more like a juicy 40 year-old.”
“Oh great, just great!” groused Zeb. But nevertheless, he tried to see his face in a nearby puddle.
“You’re definitely looking younger than you did,” said Matt, nodding.
“Forgive me if I’m not thrilled about all of this. Being on the bottom of the food chain and all that.”
“Don’t be that way. We have a wonderful longpig group. Get along just great. You’ll fit right in.”
“Like we fit into the pot.”
“Something like that.”
Vance shook his head then adjusted his shorts and muscle shirt. After a moment he slowly felt his crotch, impishly smiled and said, “Well, at least we got big balls and a nice big cock.” He looked at Zeb then at the smiling Matt and said, huskily, “Maybe we can share?”
The end
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“Ow, ow, OW!” said Vance, face red.
“I’ll – ugh – second that. OUCH!” put in Zeb, also red-faced.
Both men were in their 50s but muscular with a nice V-shape to their bodies. Vance was a dirty blond with a hairy body and Zeb was brown haired and also hairy. And both were bent over a log on supports with a cock up their butts – courtesy of warrior types sticking it in them. Zeb and Vance were surrounded by amused warriors that looked Polynesian but had European, Asian, and African mixtures. The warriors also had a V-shaped body – and big cocks. Vance and Zeb were friends and right now confused how they got into this strange land with horny warriors. Though the first one they had met was …
“You know, I think we were set up by that rotten Matt!” said Zeb, grimacing as the cock in his butt gave a big thrust.
“Oh really?” sourly said Vance. A couple of the warriors knelt down under them and started to suck the trapped men’s penises. “OooooOO!”
“You know I’m not – AaaaaAA – gay but …. OOOO!!”
“Oh man,” said Vance, panting. “I can’t believe this! They really like us.” He panted for a moment and added, “And our dicks as well as our asses.”
“I don’t know. I think they are –” started to say Zeb but paused as a black penis appeared before his face. “… interested mainly in our bodies,” he whispered, staring at the growing member before his nose.
“You don’t think they’re going to – mmph!” said Vance, interrupted when the penis before him was thrust into his mouth.
“Oh, I think they – ugh!” said Zeb, before that thick and black dick went into his mouth.
All the men could do was to grunt as they were fucked, sucked, and oral raped. Some of the warriors even started licking them.
#
“Well, at least we can relax now,” said Zeb, sighing as he leaned against the side of a large pot and stretched out his arms on the rim. He and Vance were in a huge iron cooking pot – with seats.
“Hmm, doesn’t seem to be too hot yet,” said Vance, looking over the side at the low flames. He too stretched out his arms.
“Something doesn’t seem right,” said Zeb, rubbing his hairless chest.
“What do you mean?” said Vance rubbing his chest and looking down at it. “I feel positively bare without my hair. Those warrior barbers really shaved everything. I’m surprised they didn’t scalp us.” He rubbed his now buzzed cut head.
“Well, we are longpigs, you know. Can’t have hair to stick in their teeth.” Zeb too ruefully rubbed his buzz cut then his arms bare of hair.
“Yeah, I figured that,” said Vance, dipping his hand into the broth-like water, bringing it to his nose and sniffing it. “Looks like some sort of concoction to make us tastier.” After a moment, Vance said, “Now you were saying about something not right?”
“Well, being cooked alive in a cannibal pot is more fantasy than reality. The meat isn’t cooked very well and they need to tie us up when it gets hot. I mean, no rope or chains and all we have is a couple of guards to keep us in here.” He nodded to a couple of large, muscular, and humorless guards with nasty looking but polished metal spears. One of the guards looked them over and licked his lips.
“I see what you mean. If it supposed to be boiling, we will try to escape no matter what – especially if we are just sitting here.”
“But if this is to relax us so the meat is more tender then …” Zeb made a cutting motion across his neck.
Vanced sighed and said, “Looks like we’re not going to see another day.”
“Not outside their stomachs.”
Vance tapped the pot and nodded at the guards. “You know, for primitives, they sure have great metal work. Most would have just cut us up and cooked us over an open fire.”
“Yeah, I know. And those spears they have aren’t exactly stone-aged. I wonder …”
A burly black man followed by a muscular red-headed Polynesian came up to the pot. They talked to each other in a tribal tongue and pinched and prodded their longpigs
“Are these the chefs?” said Vance, having his cheek pinched by the black man in a professional manner.
“Must be,” said Zeb, his arm raised and licked by the red-head, more in the vein of sampling food. “Must be seeing if we’re done yet.”
The chefs took out some large wooden spoons and stirred the broth. Then they dipped the spoons and poured the broth over their victim’s heads.
“Yep, definitely invited for dinner,” said Vance, sputtering.
“Well, they seem experienced anyway,” said Zeb with a shrug as more broth went over him. “Look at the bright side. They’ll probably more interested in cooking us than torturing us.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’d rather be … Uh, what are they doing?”
The chefs took off their loincloths and exposed their long penises.
“Uh, oh, looks like they want some fun first before –“ The red-head shoved his penis into Zeb’s mouth.
“Not again,” moaned Vance as he wearily opened his mouth and had a black penis shoved into it.
#
“Oooh, that tickles,” said Vance wiggling a bit as a young cannibal licked his pecs. Vance was strapped down to a large metal tray. His wrists, upper biceps, ankles, upper legs, stomach and neck all had straps over them. The young cannibal, angelic face framed by long dark hair and small goatee, smiled at Vance, nibbled on Vance’s lips, then gave him a full on, tonsil sucking kiss. The cannibal released him, gave him a toothy and hungry looking grin then started to lick Vance’s neck. “Man, they really like our bodies,” said Vance panting. “Are they going to cook us alive Zeb … Zeb?”
Zeb, strapped down like Vance, was also given a tonsil-sucking kiss by a young blond cannibal – also with long hair but with a mustache. Some of the older warriors laughed and clapped at their younger comrades antics. The blond cannibal started licking Zeb’s pecs. Zeb looked a bit dazed.
“Friendly, aren’t they?” said Vance who then giggled as the young cannibal licked a tit. Another young cannibal, a black one with short mustache and goatee, came over and started licking Vance’s toes. “Ooooo, that definitely tickles!”
A swarthy looking young cannibal with a 5 O’clock shadow joined the blond one in licking Zeb’s legs. Zeb, gasping a bit, said, “You think this is a right of passage for up and coming cannibals? Lick the longpigs to get into the warrior club?”
“Maybe, uh!” said Vance who jerked when the young cannibals started to nibble on his thighs.
“Their older buddies seemed amused, and – AH!” the swarthy cannibal took Zeb’s balls into his mouth.
The black one then took Vance’s balls into his mouth and started sucking. “Ooo, ooo, OOO!” said Vance, wide-eyed. “You don’t think they’re going eat us uncooked!”
A commanding voice rang out. The young cannibals released the balls and stood at a form of attention around the longpigs. The chefs were back with trays filled with veggies and fruits and also carrying a couple of bottles. They barked some orders at the young cannibals and handed them the trays. Then the chefs started to pour the contents of the bottles over Vance and Zeb. The chefs used brushes to smooth out the BBQ like sauce over the longpig bodies.
“Hmmm, looks like we’re going to be cooked alive,” said Zeb, watching the black chef efficiently spread the sauce.
“Yep, I think you’re right,” said Vance, sputtering a bit as the red-head applied sauce to Vance’s head.
As the chefs worked their victim’s lower body, the young cannibals came forward and applied the fruits and veggies. Zeb got pineapple over his tits and cucumbers down his abs. Then his penis was manipulated to get a large boner, an edible looking cock-ring applied and fruits and veggies went over his boner. Vance had carrot rings over his tits and onions down his abs. His penis too was decorated like Zeb’s. Then the chef loosed the longpig legs. Vance and Zeb looked at each other as the young cannibals raised the longpig legs to expose the ass. They both yelped as pieces of fruit and miscellaneous stuffing were shoved up their butts. The young cannibals laughed as the older men protested about being stuffed. Vance and Zeb felt a butt plug jammed into them then their legs lowered and fastened again.
“OOooo. That’s the hard way to be constipated!” moaned Vance.
“I agree,” groaned Zeb. He looked around (as much as he could with his neck strapped down). “The other cannibals seemed to be moving away.”
The young cannibals went to the head and tail of each longpig and lifted the trays the longpigs were on.
“They’re moving to the next spot. I think this is where we are cooked,” said Vance with trepidation as the young cannibals carried them off.
“I wonder how …” started to say Zeb then he spotted a large oven. A fire was getting started underneath it. “Oh, never mind.”
The oven had two long doors at opposite sides. The doors where lifted. Vance was slid into the right side and Zeb into the left side. The doors came down.
“Now this IS weird!” said Zeb.
“That we’re being cook alive?” said Vance, feeling the heat.
“No. Notice the doors.”
“The doors. Well they are … glass doors?”
“Pretty advanced, don’t you think?”
Vance looked out the door and saw the cannibals sitting down to watch them cook. “Yeah, I think you’re right. They seem to have been doing this for awhile and mastered the cooking utensils just right.”
“Well, we haven’t seem their village but I suspect it’s not mud huts.”
“I think you’re right.” The door opened. “Oh, going to baste us are –.“ The black chef grabbed Vance’s jaw, opened his mouth, and shoved an apple into it.
“What the –“ started to say Zeb before his door was opened and the red-head opened his mouth and shoved an apple into it.
The oven doors slammed shut and the heat started to build. Vance and Zeb looked at each other in fear, both with an apple in their mouth. They tried to strain against their straps, eliciting applause from the watching cannibals. They wiggled a bit and blinked the sweat out of their eyes, the cannibals laughed. They twitched their pecs and biceps, the cannibals sighed in appreciation. They flexed their legs and ass, the cannibals licked their lips. They tried screaming through the apple, the cannibals applauded. This went on for a while, both men feeling more and more uncomfortable and twitching and sweating and trying to scream.
After a while, both men ceased moving. A moment later, Vance’s voice said, “Man, I really hate being a pot roast.”
“Me too,” said Zeb. “Hey! I can talk again.”
“How’s that possible? This blasted apple is muffling us!”
“I know, I know. But – hey, another strange thing. I don’t feel any pain anymore.”
Vance looked down at his body. “Weird! My body looks like it is cooking quite well.”
The oven doors opened and they were slid out. Zeb said to his red-head chef, “Did you guys change your minds?”
The chef took no notice of Zeb’s remark and whipped out a large carving knife and started to open Zeb up from his crotch to his neck. A couple of the young cannibals stood near-by with bowls.
“Hey! You can’t do this! I’m not dead yet!” protested Zeb. He could hear Vance protesting loudly from the other side of the oven.
The chef ignored him and started to remove Zeb’s internal organs, quite rapidly. The organs were dumped into the waiting bowls. Another set of bowls came up, filled with stuffing and fruit bits. Their contents dumped into Zeb’s cavitly. The chef deftly sowed up Zeb and shoved him back into the oven. Vance, similar condition, joined him. The doors were slammed and the heat resumed.
“Uh, Zeb,” came Vance’s voice, a bit uncertain. “Were you just gutted then stuffed and sewn up like a turkey?”
“Yep!”
“Then how can we talk?” asked Vance. He glanced down at his body and saw steam rising. “And how can’t we feel anything as we are obviously cooking?!”
“I think we’re dead,” said Zeb, flatly.
“What? Ridiculous!”
“Well, we seem to be able to look down at our deliciously cooking bods but I don’t think we are moving any of those juicy muscles at all.”
“Why that’s ab-surd? … Oh.”
“Yep, we’re basically ghosts now. That’s why we can talk to each other but they can’t hear us … And they’re probably making pies out of our guts.”
“Oh phooey!”
“I’d thought you’d be swearing worse than that!”
“What’s the use … You know I can even feeling my body roasting – those juices bubbling.”
“Yeah, me too. And even feel that stuffing in my ass swelling.”
“So we’re ghosts that don’t feel pain anymore but can feel other things?”
“Yep! Guess we’ll have to stay here until we finish cooking and they eat us.”
“Humph! Then we’ll haunt them!”
#
They were taken out a while later and set on two adjoining tables, their bodies steaming and golden brown.
Zeb said, “Well, you do look good! You’re tits stick out nicely and your pecs look tasty.”
“You too!” said Vance. “Though I thought you said you weren’t gay?”
“I think I’m Bi! And their other victims were probably Bi also, hence the hodge-podge of races.”
“Use the longpigs to breed before eating. I guess that makes perverted sense. Though I’m insulted they didn’t use us for breeding.”
“Must do it only once in a while … Hmmm, I wonder if we’re cooled down enough to eat?”
“We’re getting there. Hey! Our cannibal hosts are civilized.”
“How do you know?”
“They’re setting out knives and forks!”
“Ha, ha. Very phony!” Zeb looked around, in a ghostly manner, and said, “Guess you’re right. Though the knives look sharp and the forks are two pronged and nasty looking. I wonder if it’s going to hurt as they slice into us.”
“Didn’t hurt when the chefs gutted us.”’
“True, true but it wasn’t exactly pleasant.”
“Well, look at it this way, we’ll know if we’re a culinary hit as they chew our fat.”
“Oh goody.”
Cannibals started to arrive and sit around the longpigs. Vance and Zeb no longer had a clear view of each other – just hungry looking cannibals drooling over their cooked bodies. Zeb had the swarthy looking young cannibal come up to his crotch. Zeb caught a glance at the black young cannibal at Vance’s crotch. The swarthy youngster picked up a knife, put the tip of Zeb’s cooked penis in his mouth, then cut off Zeb’s cock and balls at the base and lifted them up using his mouth. He started to chew on them to the laughter and applause of the other cannibals. Zeb caught another glance at the young black enjoying Vance’s severed dick and balls in like manner.
Then the cannibals started in earnest. Zeb’s pecs were cut off and placed on plates of eager diners. His ass started to be carved up. His arms were separated from his body and his biceps where cut off for some hungry older cannibals. His legs were also ripped apart and greedily eaten.
“This is weird,” came Vance’s voice over the chewing and pleased sounds of the diners.
“I know what you mean,” said Zeb, loudly. “I can feel every bite but it seems more pleasant than horrifying.
“Yeah, really strange. Oh someone’s going for seconds on my ass. I always felt my ass was chewed on but I didn’t think it would become literal.”
“Yeah, but they really liked my pecs.”
“Mine too but the legs are popular also.”
“Yeah, you had better legs than me. My arms are disappearing fast.”
“Yep, your biceps were definitely bigger than mine.”
A few minutes passed as the bodies of Vance and Zeb lost more and more meat. Then Zeb said, “Oh.”
“What is it?” said Vance.
“They’re chewing on my ribs and someone is breaking my bones to get at the tasty marrow.”
“Yeah, I’m down to bones myself. Boy are they a hungry bunch.”
“A lot of them too. All taking turns at the table … Oh, there is my blond cannibal who kissed me. Mustache tickled me.”
“Yeah, and my dark-haired beauty who sucked on my tonsils. Liked it though I got barber burn … Hey! He’s lifting up my head.”
“Me too. Though our heads are no longer attached to anything. Wonder what they are going to do? They already ate a lot of us already.”
“Ah, mine is looking strange at me,” said Vance, voice quavering. “You don’t think … Oh gross!”
“What?”
“He ate my eyeballs! Now he’s chewing on my lips.”
“Urg! Mine just took my tongue and is chewing it.”
“Sigh, they gave us a kiss to sample our faces before eating them! Rotten kids!”
“Well, this is not our day … Oh, you’re right, eating our eyeballs is gross!”
#
Vance’s and Zeb’s bones laid on the table, skulls placed at an angle facing the cannibals now lounging around watching the setting sun as they digested.
Zeb’s voice came out of the air and said, “Looks like we can move a bit now that we’re just in their stomachs.”
“Yeah,” came Vance’s voice. “Hey, look at my dark-haired lover, picking his teeth. He sure seems contented – and stomach bigger.”
“My blond one does too. Though the black one and the swarthy one seem to be talking.”
“Probably which dick was tastier.”
“Ah, look over there. See those pies.”
“Yeah?”
“Looks like they did make meat pies out of our innards. Called that one!”
“Yeah. Only a few crumbs left.”
Zeb sighed and said, “Well, looks like we were a hit. No left overs.”
“Yeah. Too bad we can’t enjoy it like our hosts did.”
The young cannibals got up and went over to the table with Zeb’s and Vance’s bones.
“Are they going to look for more meat?” asked Vance. “I don’t think there is any left.”
“I don’t think there is. Not even bone marrow. They even ate our brains.”
“Well, can’t accuse them of not using our minds. Though isn’t it unhealthy to eat brains? It’s not like they’re zombies.”
“Maybe but they probably worked around it. Hey, they’re picking us up … What’s left of us, that is.”
The young cannibals took the trays, with the bones clattering, went down a path. After a few minutes, they stopped at a crude chute. Zeb’s bones were dumped, noisily into the chute. The young cannibals giggled at the clattering. Then Vance’s was unceremoniously dumped also, with young cannibal snickering some more.
The spirits of Zeb and Vance followed their plunging bones until they hit a patch of thick moss surrounded by thick leaves laying flat.
Zeb’s spirit looked at the encroaching gloom and said, “Isn’t this a fine spot to be!”
“Sure don’t know how to treat their dinner guests,” grumbled Vance. “Hey! What–?”
The leaves started to rise and form a pod around the bones. The clink of bones sounded as they moved.
Zeb’s voice, muffled, said, “I guess this is it. Plant food.”
#
The morning came and went. Then night came and went. Then the morning came one more time. The leaves parted and went flat again. Two naked and very muscular men opened their eyes, stretched and got up. And they looked at each other in shock.
“Zeb!” said Vance, staring with open mouth. “You’re alive!”
“You too!” said Zeb, also gaping. “How is that possible?”
“Easy,” came a voice behind them. “You’ve been reconstituted.”
They whirled around and yelled, “YOU!”
There was muscular Matt smiling at them – and holding some shorts, muscle shirts and sandals.
“You rotter! You sent us to be eaten!” snapped Zeb.
“Yep.”
“And they raped us first!” snapped Vance.
“Yep.”
“Is that all you can say is yep!” growled Zeb.
Matt stepped up and handed the clothes to the two men and said, “Welcome to cannibal island called Avaiki. Something related to a supernatural bitch named Miru or some such. It is unfortunate that there is basically the eater and the eaten. Though, somehow, they managed to fix it where they can eat their victims several times.” He looked both men up and down and added, “And make their victims even more luscious every time.”
“Yeah, I know,” said Zeb, flexing his even bigger bicep.
“I do look good,” said Vance, rubbing his more massive chest. Then he snapped at Matt, “You mean we’re going to be eaten again and again?”
“Yep. And bred a bit. I know of a son and daughter I have in different tribes.”
“You did call that one,” said Vance to Zeb then turned to Matt. “But wait a minute! There is more than one cannibal tribe?”
“Yep. Several in fact. This is a big place. Different cultures, different tech, different products and they even trade with each other.”
“Probably to swap recipes,” grumbled Zeb.
Matt gave a rueful nod and continued, “And we are supposed to move to another area once we get reconstituted. Spread the menu around a bit.”
“How often?”
“About once every two or three months you get to be the guest of honor at dinner ... Depends on the holidays, of course.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?” snapped Vance, putting on his shorts.
“First timers are a bit – uh – resistant. But after being eaten once, it’s easier after that.”
“And we’re to be eaten forever?” said Zeb, slipping on his sandals.
“Oh, no. You’ll have a normal life span of about 90 or 100. Of course you’ll look more like a juicy 40 year-old.”
“Oh great, just great!” groused Zeb. But nevertheless, he tried to see his face in a nearby puddle.
“You’re definitely looking younger than you did,” said Matt, nodding.
“Forgive me if I’m not thrilled about all of this. Being on the bottom of the food chain and all that.”
“Don’t be that way. We have a wonderful longpig group. Get along just great. You’ll fit right in.”
“Like we fit into the pot.”
“Something like that.”
Vance shook his head then adjusted his shorts and muscle shirt. After a moment he slowly felt his crotch, impishly smiled and said, “Well, at least we got big balls and a nice big cock.” He looked at Zeb then at the smiling Matt and said, huskily, “Maybe we can share?”
The end
