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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Oliver rubbed his sore butt as he walked down a hallway, following a bunch of other naked guys. He was dripping from being dunked into a tub then scrubbed within an inch of his life. Though the burly man who scrubbed him was friendly enough (“Very friendly”, ruefully thought Oliver, twitching his butt cheeks), just relentless. That man was sort of like the clothed attendants dotting the hallway, making sure the nude dudes kept moving. The guys in front of him yelped as warm air came on and just about lifted them, drying them off. They shook their heads as the air stopped. The attendants motioned them to the exit and one attendant slapped Oliver on his meaty rump to get him moving. Oliver reluctantly moved to the front of the drying area, followed by others, and, in a minute, was blasted with the over-powered air dryers. He shook his head too when it stopped and he rubbed his brown buzz cut.
“At least they didn’t make me bald,” thought Oliver, glancing down at his hairless body. That barber was also relentless – and fast. Oliver missed his hairy chest and his –… Whap! An attendant slapped him and his now hairless butt again to get him moving. Oliver resisted mooing but he was essentially a bull going to slaughter. Sigh, at 25 he lost in the lottery and had to take hormones and a year-long exercise program – also grow his hair that was promptly harvested by the barber (he missed his long luxurious locks). Hills Men Meat was very efficient. Oliver was subjected to weighing, multiple enemas, massages to gauge his meat, and such. Though, he was proud to get an A rating, even if most longpigs did because of the hormones and exercise. His build was good and even his dick and balls had grown over the year. Now he was 26 and a month with a great and meaty build … Too bad he was not going to have a 27th birthday.
He didn’t look up immediately as he gloomily thought about his fate but then splashing attracted his attention. He was in a room with rows upon rows of huge pots – with men in them! Scantily clad and attractive attendants walked from pot to pot stirring with a huge spoon and the occupants of said pot chatted. “Wow!” he thought as he gaped. There were even steps and a platform leading up to each pot.
One nearby attendant said to the longpigs entering, “Pick a pot and be snappy about it!”
He wandered down the rows, sizing up the wet men in a broth when one man in a pot waved at him. Curious, Oliver went over and his eyes widen as he said, “Butch! You old dog!”
“Soon to be a hot dog!” said Butch. “Come join us man!” Oliver shrugged, went up the stairs and gently lowered himself into the pot. The others ooh and ahhed and commented on how great his butt was as it went under water. Butch said to the others, “Used to be quite a hairy guy.”
“Yea, but hair gets in the way of us being food,” sourly said a young blond man.
Oliver nodded, raised his hand and tasted the broth. “Hmm, beer?”
“Beer flavored and a few other spices to make our skin tasty,” said Butch with a wink. Oliver raised an eyebrow at Butch. “Oh my manners,” said Butch. “Need to meet our fellow meat!” He waved a damp hand at the young blond man and said, “This is Rick, and he’s 18 today.”
“Happy b-day to me,” groused Rick.
“This is Sam, he’s 39.”
Sam was swarthy, large, and muscular with dark hair and a touch of gray. “Well, my b-day’s not until next week. Don’t think I’m going to make it!”
“And the redheads are Burt and Kurt. Twins. They actually volunteered!”
“Why did you do that?!” said Oliver, surprised.
The twins were very muscular and said, “Since we have a great build and our families were going broke, we volunteered for the cash.”
Butch shrugged and said, “Burt has a 2-year old daughter and 4 year-old son. Curt has a 3 year-old son and a 5 year-old daughter. They’re both divorced.”
“Yeah, spent too much time at the gym,” said Burt, rubbing a massive pec that has a star tattoo.
“Yep, too many reps,” said Curt, flexing a huge tattooed bicep. “Can’t blame the girls for finding someone else.”
“Yeah, both are dating nice guys. Wish them well.”
“How old are you guys?” asked Oliver, admiring their builds.
“28 last Tuesday. The girls gave us a nice send off.” Burt and Curt exchanged a satisfied smile.
“Our ex’s liked our bigger dicks and balls and almost wanted us back,” said Curt.
“But we already made the deal, so …” said Burt with a sigh. “Probably wouldn’t have worked out anyway.”
“I know Butch and I are just unlucky with the 25-year old lottery but what about you guys,” said Oliver to Rick and Sam.
“I got into juvenile detection,” grumbled Rick. “They labeled me a hard case. But I think they liked my hard butt more for meat. So off to Hills as soon as I turned 18. I’ve had to train 18 months! Talk about a downer.” Rick flexed a meaty bicep also. Not as big as the twins but impressive. “Though I did get to screw some nice juvie girls and guys. I guess I’m what you call a bisexual. And they were heading for Hills also. Big boobs and dicks. It was great! Though being screwed by the guards wasn’t a much fun … Though it wasn’t bad either, I guess.”
Oliver nodded and looked askance at Sam. Sam grimaced and said, “I made a mistake with running my business and lost a lot of money.”
“So? That’s not enough to get you landed in here,” said Oliver.
“It is if you hold up a jewelry store and take hostages,” said Sam with a sigh. “Should have just surrendered. But, dumb me, did a shoot-out, wounded a few, and got sentenced to the meat plant.”
“Whoooa!” said Butch. “That’s cool – dumb but cool.”
Some voices came from one side. Rick looked over and paled. “Oh no, not them!”
“Hey look! It’s the creep!” said a young man in a group being lead by one of the scantily dressed attendants.
“Oh, you know one of our longpigs?” politely inquired the attendant.
“Sure do! He’s beat me up and some of my pals a couple of times and robbed us.”
“Yea! Even raped me,” said another young man. “Though I didn’t mind the rape so much but calling me names was just plain rude!”
“Well, you’re all of age,” said the attendant. “And in your tour, you allowed a blowjob from any of the longpigs.” He glanced at their pot. “And it seems to have the max of 6, won’t be getting any more in there. So if you want to line up and drop your pants. Longpigs, turn around.”
The young men grinned, climbed the steps and circled the pot. Oliver, looking shocked but turning around, said, “Well, I’m as gay as can be but there are straight men here!”
“Actually, we’re pansexuals,” said the twins, turning and eyeing the dicks now coming out of the young men’s pants.
Sam shrugged as he looked up at the young men and said, “I’ve done blow jobs of some of my customers – you know, to seal the deal. No biggie.” He looked at one dick near his face that was growing and added, “Relatively, that is.”
“Yep, I’m a fag too,” said Butch, grinning at Oliver as he turned. “Don’t know why I kept that to myself. I could have screwed a sexy friend.”
“Well, I’ve done a bunch of stuff,” said Rick, turning and giving the young men the finger. “But if you think I’m going to – mmmph!” Rick had his words choked off as the young man he robbed filled his mouth with growing dick. Rick tried to pull away briefly but started to suck. He started to enjoy it, much to Rick’s obvious surprise.
Butch gave a chuckle, looking at the boners, and said, “Well, Rick old bud, they gave us a shot as we entered Hills to make us compliant and horny. You already told me some attendants drilled you. They drilled the twins and – ummph!” Butch wound up with an enthusiastic boner in his pie hole.
“Yeah, my barber liked me a – gag!” said Oliver. He had a large, dick in his mouth. He heard moans of pleasure as the longpigs sucked on surprisingly big dicks from young men. But he supposed one reason for tours was to get future workers that had certain qualities – one of which would be large packages. The older barber and the scrubber liked him as well as one of the attendants nearing retirement. The old coot was quite skilled. He also thought he’d be screwed a few more times if it wasn’t a busy day.
After a short time, he felt warm cum in his mouth. He swallowed – it was the polite thing to do. The dick came out and whapped him on the head briefly. He wiped some cum off his eyebrow as he looked over at the twins. They were being mouth-fucked by some short though enthusiastic young men. Rick gasped when the dick was taken from his mouth. But in a moment, another young man stuck his dick in – up to the tonsils. Looks like Rick would do at least 3 by the time they’re done. The twins gave a gasp as dicks popped out of their mouths. Oliver had a huge boner. He looked at the wide and muscular back side of Curt, look around at the young rapists who were more interested in Rick, shrugged, went up to Curt, and stuck his pole up Curt’s ass.
“Hey! What’s the big idea!” protested Curt but he did not push Oliver away.
“We’re going to be meat soon, you extra good cuts. I want some of that ass now.”
Curt sighed and said, “You’re right, plow away.”
The young men hooted at Oliver’s antics. Butch, grinning, went up to Burt and rubbed his ass to Burt’s front. Burt laughed, turned Butch around and started in on him. One of the young men then eagerly shoved his boner into Butch’s mouth. Sam, watching the antics, shrugged and went to Rick to put his pole up the ass. Rick protested around the dick in his mouth but took it. Curt also wound up with a dick on his tonsils.
“Well, well, we have a lively pot!” came an older voice. It was a group of older men, in construction clothes.
“I told you this would be a good gig!” said one burly guy. “Hills has great perks.”
Oliver looked around over Curt’s massive shoulder. A lot of pots had men sticking their boners into the occupant’s mouths. Seemed to be feeding time at the zoo – with a variety of feeders. There were those in suits, those in everyday clothes, and even some attendants (some of them ugly, unfortunately). All enjoying themselves. That excited Oliver even more and he humped more.
“Need to wrap it up, boys,” said their attendant. “We’ve overbooked today.”
“Just a sec,” as the current young man in Rick’s mouth concentrated. In a moment, he jerked his hips and Rick gagged as his mouth filled with cum. A moment later, Sam came into Rick. Butch and Burt were panting, leaning into each other.
The young men, with a sigh of regret that they were done, walked off the platform. Curt’s mouth was now free and he was licking up cum off his lips. Oliver groaned as he came into Curt’s butt. He then kissed Curt on the neck and said, “Thanks.” He pulled his dick out. But to his surprise, he was then pinned to the pot’s edge and a massive dick came into him.
It was Butch! He said, into Oliver’s ear, “My turn! Always wanted to fuck you.”
“Hey, I think I should do some fucking too!” said Rick as he grabbed Sam. Sam, surprised, suffered his ass being penetrated.
“I thought old farts like me only raped, not be raped!” said Sam, groaning with pleasure.
“Shut up and take it old fart!” said Rick with a hint of a smile and rapid humping.
“My, they are lively,” said one of the burly men as he unzipped.
Oliver had a rough hand grab his head and a big uncut and rough looking penis was put up to his nose. The owner of it said, “Think you’re man enough to take this?” Oliver dumbly stared at the magnificent member and mutely nodded. “Good enough.” In went the dick. Oliver had to resist gagging. It had a different flavor than the young man – more earthy. The man fucking his face, patted Butch’s face as Butch humped Oliver and said, “You’re next, man meat.” Butch just nodded, looking up at the construction worker with awe.
The worker then came. “An interesting sensation,” thought Oliver as his ass hole spasm and his furiously swallowed the cum. Butch had his face over Oliver’s shoulder as the rough construction worker bent down and French-kissed Butch. Butch seemed to enjoy having a 5 O’clock shadow rubbing his face. The man backed away. Butch sighed and kept humping Oliver.
Zip! Oliver then looked up and saw quite a bit of bushy pubic hair as the long-haired worker stuck his dick into Butch’s mouth. The 3 of them went into a rhythm. It was strange seeing Butch with a penis in his mouth, breathing into Oliver’s ear yet screwing Oliver’s butt. Oliver looked over his other shoulder and saw Burt hammering Rick’s butt and Curt working Sam. Sam had a Latin dude’s meat in his mouth. “My, we are a horny bunch,” thought Oliver. “Guess Hills gets a lot of dough for fucking the longpigs before they’re meat.” Burt gave a heave with his hips and Rick grimaced. Rick panted for a moment as Burt pulled out before hearing, “Ah, fresh meat.” And Rick found another big penis in his mouth. Butch came and slowly pulled out. Oliver went to one side and promptly got another manly penis stuck in his face – uncut black. It seemed to be more of a log than a penis.
After a few minutes, satisfied groans came all around. The longpigs slumped to the edge of the pot as the construction workers, some bending down to give manly farewell though sloppy kisses, zipped up and left.
Then the attendant, carrying a huge spoon, chuckled and said, “Well done, meat! Have a lot of satisfied customers. I wouldn’t be surprised if they bid on your cuts.” He started stirring the broth as the long pigs put their backs to the pot’s edge and sighed.
“Yeah, yeah,” said Rick, rubbing his sore jaw. “We aim to served – or be served … HEY!” He had the broth of the pot poured over his head.
“Need to get you ready for the next phase,” said the attendant, dipping his large spoon into the broth again and pouring over Sam’s head.
“Hey, it’s getting warmer!” said Butch, squirming a bit.
“Yep, we’re going to get you relaxed.” Broth went over Curt’s head.
“Oh,” said Oliver, idly splashing the rising broth. “Will it be – uh – long now.”
The attendant poured broth over Butch’s head before dipping again and pouring over Oliver’s head. “Not too much longer. Need to finish prepping you.” He stirred the pot again as it definitely got warmer and poured broth over everyone’s head again. “I’ll be back shortly. Relax and enjoy the heat.”
“Relax, he says,” bitterly said Rick as the attendant left. “He’s not going to be prime rib.”
“Ah, be quiet,” said Burt, playfully splashing Rick.
Rick growled a bit and splashed him back but settled down. After a few moments, he said, “Is this all we’re going to do? Boil to death?”
“Don’t think they’ll boil us,” said Sam, thoughtfully. “The meat wouldn’t be good after that. Probably going to make us so weak from the heat that we won’t put up much of a resistance as they – uh.”
“Slit our throats or cook us alive?” cheerfully said Butch. Rick’s eyes got wide.
“Ah, it shouldn’t be that bad!” said Oliver, glaring at Butch then turning his attention to Rick. “Remember the longpig bill of rights? That prevents us from being tortured, at least for more than a few minutes.”
Rick glowered at Oliver and said, “That makes me feel so much better.”
“We’ll find out soon!” said Burt, rubbing his shoulders with the broth. “I mean, Hills is a pretty good establishment. That’s why we volunteered for this place. We’ve been treated pretty good as longpigs. I’m sure we’ll be killed in a way we’ll enjoy too.”
“Yep!” said Curt, also rubbing himself with broth. “Might as well do as the attendant says and relax.”
The others, in spite of themselves, started rubbing themselves with broth. After a few minutes, Oliver started to feel drained as the heat worked into his body. “Must be some sort of heating element under the pot,” he thought as he felt himself weakening.
He heard some squeaking of wheels as carts were pushed into the room and stopped at one pot. Several attendants surrounded the pot, dunked the occupants briefly, then pulled out the sputtering longpigs, put them on the carts, and wheeled them out. He noticed one of the longpigs had a massive muscled arm that was completely covered in tattoos.
“Yep, not going to be able to put up a fight,” muttered Butch, as he splashed a bit. The twins looked resigned but optimistic. The others looked glum.
Time passed as the pots were emptied of longpigs. Oliver wiped his sweaty forehead with a brothy hand. Then the attendants came for them. Oliver was nearly relieved as they dunked him then pulled him out. The twins needed more burly attendants to get them out.
“Well, here we go!” cheerfully said Curt as he was wheeled away.
“Yep, here we go,” said Oliver with a sigh as he too was wheeled away.
After a few turns and a trip in an elevator, he was feeling a bit chilly as the broth dried on his skin. He licked his lips to get some drops lapped up. “Hmmm, does taste good,” thought Oliver. They were wheeled into a large kitchen. He turned his head to see butchered parts of muscular men. It seemed strange there was little blood and the cuts were very clean. One part caught his attention: the muscular tattooed arm. He looked a bit closer and saw the severed head of the man, upright on his neck, with a large penis, presumably his, in front of him. There were other severed heads all arranged alike and all facing inward at their penises – all on the same large platter. Asses were being artistically put onto their own platters, that muscular arm was part of several muscular arms being arranged with veggies. Another platter had severed pecs with pineapple draped over the tits. “Probably Burt’s and Curt’s fate,” muttered Oliver, noting the bulk of the pecs. “So they butcher before cooking huh?” He jerked involuntarily as he heard a loud chop. “Obviously another longpig becoming meat,” thought Oliver, with a touch of fear.
A chef, complete with toque, came over to where their group was rolled into and said, “So these should be baked?”
The head attendant said, “Yep. They were pretty lively. Do good with the catering crowd.”
“Good, good,” said the Chef. He sized them up, pinched a few of them, and pointed to Burt, Curt, and Sam and said, “Part A of the recipe. Prep them!” The attendants nodded and wheeled them away. He then pointed to Oliver, Butch, and Rick and said, “Tables 5, 6, and 7. Stuffing number 13! Sous Chef Frank will take over.”
Oliver felt too weak to protest. He twitched as he heard the CHOP three more times. “Well, there went Burt, Curt, and Sam,” he thought. “We’re next.”
The attendants rolled them over to a set of tables, grabbed them, and put them on platters – platters that had manacles. They were fasten down by the neck, waist, and wrists. Oliver was between Butch and Rick.
Rick croaked, “Are they going to chop us now?”
“Nah,” said Butch. “Going to cook us alive.”
“WHAT!?”
“Yep, that’s right,” came a voice. It was a chef, also wearing a toque, wandering in with a large bowl and some kitchen helpers. “First the stuffing though.”
The longpigs had their legs raised and Chef Frank shoved a whole lot of stuffing into each of their asses. Rick protested, “I’m not a turkey!”
“Nope, longpig,” said Frank with a chuckle. He studied Rick for a moment with Rick’s legs in the air. “Good young ass. Ought to be popular.”
“Fuck you!” snapped Rick.
“Already been fucked,” said Frank with a winsome smile. He shoved the rest of the stuffing up Rick, put a butt plug in Rick’s hole, brought down the legs, and fasten the ankles, with Rick’s legs spread but knees bent in the air. “Won’t be long now,” Frank said cheerfully, looking over all his longpigs.
Oliver felt like he had a really bad case of constipation. He said, “Boy, do I need to really poop!”
“Me too!” said Butch, panting a bit. “Uncomfortable.”
“I can’t believe they’re going to cook us!” sobbed Rick.
“Now, now,” said Butch, soothingly. “No tears. That’ll probably make your face more salty and tastier.”
Rick snorted a laugh then started to giggle as a couple of helpers came in and started brushing sauce over his body. Oliver also started giggling as sauce was also applied to him and the brushed tickled. Even Butch snorted a few laughs as they did him.
“Now all we need is relish,” said Butch with a sigh.
“Glad you agree,” said Chef Frank, walking in. He stepped to one side and all 3 longpigs gasped as they saw what was on several carts: body parts of their companion. “Now we wanted an erotic dish from frisky longpigs and you were selected. Your, uh, dismembered companions were perfect for the slaughter – great definition.” The Chef took Burt’s severed head off the cart. He turned it around a bit and said, “Notice the clean cut and lack of blood. All of the body parts are like that. We pride ourselves on art and not gore.”
“I feel like my gore is rising,” choked Rick.
“Ah, too bad you’re not going to appreciate the great piece of culinary art you’ll become.”
“Couldn’t we just take a picture?” croaked Butch.
The chef just shook his head and smiled as he stepped toward Butch. Oliver was horrified to see Burt’s head placed at Butch’s crotch. The chef grabbed Curt’s head and placed at Oliver’s crotch. Rick got Sam’s head. All 3 of them looked in horror at the lifeless heads. Frank ignored their expressions, went to each of them and injected them with a syringe. Each of them got raging boners. Frank placed each of their boner tips in the mouths of their dead companions.
“Now that’s just plain sick!” croaked Oliver.
“I guess from one point of view it would be,” said Sous Chef Frank. “But from the artistic view, cook each of you with a companion. We’ve tried doing live couples but either they tried to get away or something else happened to ruin the dish. So …”
“Well, at least they’re not looking at us,” said Butch, staring at Burt’s head that looked like he had his eyes closed to enjoy Butch’s boner.
Oliver felt cool arms placed against him – the severed arms of Curt. Frank arranged them so that they looked like someone was reaching up to pinch Oliver’s tits. The chef placed pineapple under the dead hands and had Oliver’s tits peek through. Oliver felt really creeped out as the others also had the lifeless arms of their companions put on. As the Chef worked on Rick, he called over his shoulder at the helpers, “The chest and asses now, I think.”
Burt’s chest had been hollowed out and placed on a plate with obvious internal supports that looked good from the neck to the belly button, complete with abs – except there was no head, arms, nor lower body. It was placed right behind Burt’s head. Butch’s legs were brought in to support the chest and tied to it. They placed cucumbers over Burt’s tits then put in a form of stuffing into the chest. Oliver gave a squeak as they brought over Curt’s chest and did the same thing. He gave a shudder as his legs pressed against the cooling Curt. Rick stared in shock as Sam’s chest was placed on his plate.
“It can’t get any worst, can it?” moaned Rick.
“Shouldn’t ask that,” said Oliver sourly.
Severed asses with dicks attached were taken out. They placed Burt’s ass at Butch’s head, even separating the cheeks a bit to get the top of Butch’s head in. Oliver noticed, with disbelief, that Burt’s dick stuck up in the air, away from Butch, with the balls wrapped with a mesh of peppers. Then he felt Curt’s ass shoved against the top if his head. He felt, rather than saw, them work on Curt’s dick and balls. He could move his head only slightly but looked over at Rick with Sam’s ass being pressed to his head and saw Sam’s dick stick out like it was proud to be served! Then Burt’s legs came out of the cart. The bottom of the feet of each severed leg pointed toward Butch’s head starting at Butch’s waist as the rest of each leg went down toward Butch’s own feet. They too were tied down. Oliver gave a shudder as Curt’s legs were placed on his plate. It seemed like Oliver could reach down and tickle Curt’s feet. Rick wasn’t too happy either with Sam’s legs.
After that, it seemed like a blur as the helpers dressed up each of the longpigs penis’s – made sure they were looking tasty and looked natural with their tips in the dead men’s mouths. More sauce was brushed on, along with bits of vegetables and fruit. The final touches had more binding straps applied so the longpigs could only wiggle a bit.
Chef Frank came over and inspected his work, clucking appreciatively. “You’ll make fantastic entrée’s.”
“With our murdered friends!” snapped Rick.
“Murdered? No. Harvested, yes. Now to the oven you go. First we’ll sweat you and make sure you are tied down. So do try to get free, hmmm?” He grinned broadly at them, “It also adds to the flavor of your meat if you struggle.”
Several helpers picked them up and placed them onto a cart. Oliver felt weird seeing his dead friend’s body parts jiggle. Did Curt’s tattooed bicep flex?
They stopped in front of a HUGE oven with 3 doors. The doors were open and they were place, one by one, into the oven. “What? No apple!” called out Butch as he slid in.
“Yeah, I’d thought we’d have an apple in our mouth to prevent us screaming,” said Oliver, glancing right at Rick then left at Butch.
“I’d be screaming now but I think I’m beyond that right now,” softly said Rick, staring at Sam’s head. “This is weird. Just a little while ago, I fucked him. Now I have his body parts.”
“Yeah, weird sums it up pretty good,” said Butch, wiggling a bit and having Burt’s chest move.
They heard a gas flame turn on. They glanced at each other. And, at once, they said, “Here we go!”
But a few minutes passed and all they did was sweat. “At least the body parts aren’t as cool as they had been,” sourly thought Oliver. He wiggled and saw Curt’s chest move – that magnificent chest with perfect pecs and wide shoulders that he had handled just a short time ago. Also the feet moved just a hair. He looked over at Rick. Rick too was wiggling and watching Sam’s massive chest move and feet twitch. Butch did the same thing. “Guess we all like to see movement with our dead friends,” muttered Oliver.
All the other ones could do was agree. Then Rick said, “Man, I’m feeling even more stuffed in my ass.”
“Yep,” said Butch. “The stuffing is expanding a bit.” He blinked furiously to get the sweat out of his eyes. “Getting hot.”
“Start baking soon,” said Oliver, matter-of-factly. No point in carrying on now.
Just then the doors opened and Butch was pulled out. A hushed conversation, some noises like a spray bottle applying something to Butch’s bod, then, after a minute, a grunt. Butch was put back in – with an apple in this mouth, granny smith. He looked wide-eyed at Oliver before Oliver was pulled out.
Chef Frank smacked his lips as he looked over Oliver and Oliver’s dead companion’s body parts. “Very good!” He picked up his sprayer and started spraying Oliver and friend.
“I get an apple too so I don’t scream and disturb you, huh?” sarcastically said Oliver.
“That’s part of it,” said Frank. “But you do look better with that apple, it freshens your mouth and you’ll pass away pleasantly. That injection not only gave you a boner but makes it easier to cook you alive.”
“Sure it works?”
Frank shrugged and said, “Haven’t had any complaints.” He reached behind him and grabbed an apple.
“Now just a m—“, said Oliver but had the apple shoved in, a winesap. Expertly it seems. He couldn’t dislodge it. Frank fussed over him a bit, making sure Oliver’s penis fit well into Curt’ mouth, adjusted Curt’s arms over Oliver’s chest, and applied sauce to Curt’s legs, with olives over the toes and other veggies. Then Oliver was slid into the oven. Rick gave a small gasp as he saw Oliver then was dragged out. After a few minutes, Rick was shoved back in with an apple in his mouth – a fuji.
Oliver felt quite helpless as the gas flame roared. Though, he supposed, that was the point. After all they were all food. He regretted trying out a few cannibal restaurants. That pec he ate long ago was delicious. But he never saw an arrangement like this! Then again, he wasn’t that much of a cannibal. Now it’s coming back to bite him, literally. His sense of smell started to increase. The dead companions were starting to smell delicious. He glanced at his companions. Butch looked great in his slick sweat-and-sauced body. Rick, groaning, also looked great – an 18-year-old piece of perfect meat. The Chef was right: Rick will be picked to bones quickly. And Sam should complement Rick’s meat. They both will probably go fast. Though … Burt and Curt was not exactly chopped liver. Their meat should be popular. Oliver glanced down at his own body. He looked good too. Must complement the Chef – oh, that’s right, he can’t. Oliver giggled around the apple. The drug must be working. He’s feeling pretty good as the temperature rose. Then his hips jerked. Did I just cum into Curt’s mouth?
Then Curt’s eyes opened, Curt smiled around Oliver’s penis, winked, closed his eyes, and went back to being dead. Huh? Did I imagine that? … Probably, though it was cool. Then he noticed that Butch and Rick both came into their dead companion’s mouth’s. Another effect of the drug? … OOooooo. Curt, I’ll be joining you soon. Oliver’s head lolled and he saw the other’s head’s loll. He swore he saw Sam wink and grin at Rick as well as Burt doing the same with Butch. Both Rick and Butch looked stunned. Definitely the drug … Still, it was getting peaceful though hot … Looks like it’ll be all right.
All 3 longpigs lost consciousness as the flames roared.
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Sous Chef Frank felt rather proud of himself as he supervised the catering of the “United Leather Men”. All of the tough looking men loved his creative dishes. The longpigs were quickly turning into bones. One especially tough looking man came up to him, puffing on a cigar, rubbing his belly, and said, “Well done, Chef. Really liked the body parts on the whole body thing. I could taste the baked cum in – what was that longpig’s name?”
“Oh, that was Curt. Quite a hunk of meat, let me tell you.”
“Yep, loved him. Great lips and tongue. Had a tit and a piece of ass too. Also had the dick of – what was the other pig’s name?”
“Oliver? Yes, quite a specimen.”
“Yeah, I know. Me and the boys visited the plant. I fucked Oliver’s mouth. Liked that I had his cum and his dick afterwards.”
“Let’s see, you’re into …?”
“My boys and me are construction though we teamed with some plumbers to afford this shindig. But also had a few 18-year-olds chip in. They had to sink their teeth into an old friend.” The man gave a loud burp. “Liked that tattooed bicep. Almost burst eating that up.”
Sous Chef Frank loved that burp … It was the burp to help advance his career.
“Hope you’re available next year with great entrées like tonight.” He shoved his cigar back in his mouth and sauntered off to sit with his friends – who were devouring Rick’s arms, Burt’s leg, Sam’s pecs, and Butch’s ass. Even Oliver’s ribs were being covered with BBQ sauce and munched on. Another table had the 18-year-olds who were gleefully devouring Rick’s parts that wasn’t taken by others. The young man who had been robbed by Rick, talked to Rick’s face, tauntingly, before, literally, eating Rick’s face. The other young man who had been raped by Rick ate Rick’s dick and balls – with relish. They laughed among themselves that they got to “know” their old nemesis – and literally chewed on Rick’s ass. They also, begrudgingly, took some of Sam’s legs. It surprised them that an old guy tasted good. Other tables were busy with other parts.
Chef Frank gave a contented sigh as he watched the longpig parts going down the hatch … A job, very well done.
The End (burp)
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Oliver rubbed his sore butt as he walked down a hallway, following a bunch of other naked guys. He was dripping from being dunked into a tub then scrubbed within an inch of his life. Though the burly man who scrubbed him was friendly enough (“Very friendly”, ruefully thought Oliver, twitching his butt cheeks), just relentless. That man was sort of like the clothed attendants dotting the hallway, making sure the nude dudes kept moving. The guys in front of him yelped as warm air came on and just about lifted them, drying them off. They shook their heads as the air stopped. The attendants motioned them to the exit and one attendant slapped Oliver on his meaty rump to get him moving. Oliver reluctantly moved to the front of the drying area, followed by others, and, in a minute, was blasted with the over-powered air dryers. He shook his head too when it stopped and he rubbed his brown buzz cut.
“At least they didn’t make me bald,” thought Oliver, glancing down at his hairless body. That barber was also relentless – and fast. Oliver missed his hairy chest and his –… Whap! An attendant slapped him and his now hairless butt again to get him moving. Oliver resisted mooing but he was essentially a bull going to slaughter. Sigh, at 25 he lost in the lottery and had to take hormones and a year-long exercise program – also grow his hair that was promptly harvested by the barber (he missed his long luxurious locks). Hills Men Meat was very efficient. Oliver was subjected to weighing, multiple enemas, massages to gauge his meat, and such. Though, he was proud to get an A rating, even if most longpigs did because of the hormones and exercise. His build was good and even his dick and balls had grown over the year. Now he was 26 and a month with a great and meaty build … Too bad he was not going to have a 27th birthday.
He didn’t look up immediately as he gloomily thought about his fate but then splashing attracted his attention. He was in a room with rows upon rows of huge pots – with men in them! Scantily clad and attractive attendants walked from pot to pot stirring with a huge spoon and the occupants of said pot chatted. “Wow!” he thought as he gaped. There were even steps and a platform leading up to each pot.
One nearby attendant said to the longpigs entering, “Pick a pot and be snappy about it!”
He wandered down the rows, sizing up the wet men in a broth when one man in a pot waved at him. Curious, Oliver went over and his eyes widen as he said, “Butch! You old dog!”
“Soon to be a hot dog!” said Butch. “Come join us man!” Oliver shrugged, went up the stairs and gently lowered himself into the pot. The others ooh and ahhed and commented on how great his butt was as it went under water. Butch said to the others, “Used to be quite a hairy guy.”
“Yea, but hair gets in the way of us being food,” sourly said a young blond man.
Oliver nodded, raised his hand and tasted the broth. “Hmm, beer?”
“Beer flavored and a few other spices to make our skin tasty,” said Butch with a wink. Oliver raised an eyebrow at Butch. “Oh my manners,” said Butch. “Need to meet our fellow meat!” He waved a damp hand at the young blond man and said, “This is Rick, and he’s 18 today.”
“Happy b-day to me,” groused Rick.
“This is Sam, he’s 39.”
Sam was swarthy, large, and muscular with dark hair and a touch of gray. “Well, my b-day’s not until next week. Don’t think I’m going to make it!”
“And the redheads are Burt and Kurt. Twins. They actually volunteered!”
“Why did you do that?!” said Oliver, surprised.
The twins were very muscular and said, “Since we have a great build and our families were going broke, we volunteered for the cash.”
Butch shrugged and said, “Burt has a 2-year old daughter and 4 year-old son. Curt has a 3 year-old son and a 5 year-old daughter. They’re both divorced.”
“Yeah, spent too much time at the gym,” said Burt, rubbing a massive pec that has a star tattoo.
“Yep, too many reps,” said Curt, flexing a huge tattooed bicep. “Can’t blame the girls for finding someone else.”
“Yeah, both are dating nice guys. Wish them well.”
“How old are you guys?” asked Oliver, admiring their builds.
“28 last Tuesday. The girls gave us a nice send off.” Burt and Curt exchanged a satisfied smile.
“Our ex’s liked our bigger dicks and balls and almost wanted us back,” said Curt.
“But we already made the deal, so …” said Burt with a sigh. “Probably wouldn’t have worked out anyway.”
“I know Butch and I are just unlucky with the 25-year old lottery but what about you guys,” said Oliver to Rick and Sam.
“I got into juvenile detection,” grumbled Rick. “They labeled me a hard case. But I think they liked my hard butt more for meat. So off to Hills as soon as I turned 18. I’ve had to train 18 months! Talk about a downer.” Rick flexed a meaty bicep also. Not as big as the twins but impressive. “Though I did get to screw some nice juvie girls and guys. I guess I’m what you call a bisexual. And they were heading for Hills also. Big boobs and dicks. It was great! Though being screwed by the guards wasn’t a much fun … Though it wasn’t bad either, I guess.”
Oliver nodded and looked askance at Sam. Sam grimaced and said, “I made a mistake with running my business and lost a lot of money.”
“So? That’s not enough to get you landed in here,” said Oliver.
“It is if you hold up a jewelry store and take hostages,” said Sam with a sigh. “Should have just surrendered. But, dumb me, did a shoot-out, wounded a few, and got sentenced to the meat plant.”
“Whoooa!” said Butch. “That’s cool – dumb but cool.”
Some voices came from one side. Rick looked over and paled. “Oh no, not them!”
“Hey look! It’s the creep!” said a young man in a group being lead by one of the scantily dressed attendants.
“Oh, you know one of our longpigs?” politely inquired the attendant.
“Sure do! He’s beat me up and some of my pals a couple of times and robbed us.”
“Yea! Even raped me,” said another young man. “Though I didn’t mind the rape so much but calling me names was just plain rude!”
“Well, you’re all of age,” said the attendant. “And in your tour, you allowed a blowjob from any of the longpigs.” He glanced at their pot. “And it seems to have the max of 6, won’t be getting any more in there. So if you want to line up and drop your pants. Longpigs, turn around.”
The young men grinned, climbed the steps and circled the pot. Oliver, looking shocked but turning around, said, “Well, I’m as gay as can be but there are straight men here!”
“Actually, we’re pansexuals,” said the twins, turning and eyeing the dicks now coming out of the young men’s pants.
Sam shrugged as he looked up at the young men and said, “I’ve done blow jobs of some of my customers – you know, to seal the deal. No biggie.” He looked at one dick near his face that was growing and added, “Relatively, that is.”
“Yep, I’m a fag too,” said Butch, grinning at Oliver as he turned. “Don’t know why I kept that to myself. I could have screwed a sexy friend.”
“Well, I’ve done a bunch of stuff,” said Rick, turning and giving the young men the finger. “But if you think I’m going to – mmmph!” Rick had his words choked off as the young man he robbed filled his mouth with growing dick. Rick tried to pull away briefly but started to suck. He started to enjoy it, much to Rick’s obvious surprise.
Butch gave a chuckle, looking at the boners, and said, “Well, Rick old bud, they gave us a shot as we entered Hills to make us compliant and horny. You already told me some attendants drilled you. They drilled the twins and – ummph!” Butch wound up with an enthusiastic boner in his pie hole.
“Yeah, my barber liked me a – gag!” said Oliver. He had a large, dick in his mouth. He heard moans of pleasure as the longpigs sucked on surprisingly big dicks from young men. But he supposed one reason for tours was to get future workers that had certain qualities – one of which would be large packages. The older barber and the scrubber liked him as well as one of the attendants nearing retirement. The old coot was quite skilled. He also thought he’d be screwed a few more times if it wasn’t a busy day.
After a short time, he felt warm cum in his mouth. He swallowed – it was the polite thing to do. The dick came out and whapped him on the head briefly. He wiped some cum off his eyebrow as he looked over at the twins. They were being mouth-fucked by some short though enthusiastic young men. Rick gasped when the dick was taken from his mouth. But in a moment, another young man stuck his dick in – up to the tonsils. Looks like Rick would do at least 3 by the time they’re done. The twins gave a gasp as dicks popped out of their mouths. Oliver had a huge boner. He looked at the wide and muscular back side of Curt, look around at the young rapists who were more interested in Rick, shrugged, went up to Curt, and stuck his pole up Curt’s ass.
“Hey! What’s the big idea!” protested Curt but he did not push Oliver away.
“We’re going to be meat soon, you extra good cuts. I want some of that ass now.”
Curt sighed and said, “You’re right, plow away.”
The young men hooted at Oliver’s antics. Butch, grinning, went up to Burt and rubbed his ass to Burt’s front. Burt laughed, turned Butch around and started in on him. One of the young men then eagerly shoved his boner into Butch’s mouth. Sam, watching the antics, shrugged and went to Rick to put his pole up the ass. Rick protested around the dick in his mouth but took it. Curt also wound up with a dick on his tonsils.
“Well, well, we have a lively pot!” came an older voice. It was a group of older men, in construction clothes.
“I told you this would be a good gig!” said one burly guy. “Hills has great perks.”
Oliver looked around over Curt’s massive shoulder. A lot of pots had men sticking their boners into the occupant’s mouths. Seemed to be feeding time at the zoo – with a variety of feeders. There were those in suits, those in everyday clothes, and even some attendants (some of them ugly, unfortunately). All enjoying themselves. That excited Oliver even more and he humped more.
“Need to wrap it up, boys,” said their attendant. “We’ve overbooked today.”
“Just a sec,” as the current young man in Rick’s mouth concentrated. In a moment, he jerked his hips and Rick gagged as his mouth filled with cum. A moment later, Sam came into Rick. Butch and Burt were panting, leaning into each other.
The young men, with a sigh of regret that they were done, walked off the platform. Curt’s mouth was now free and he was licking up cum off his lips. Oliver groaned as he came into Curt’s butt. He then kissed Curt on the neck and said, “Thanks.” He pulled his dick out. But to his surprise, he was then pinned to the pot’s edge and a massive dick came into him.
It was Butch! He said, into Oliver’s ear, “My turn! Always wanted to fuck you.”
“Hey, I think I should do some fucking too!” said Rick as he grabbed Sam. Sam, surprised, suffered his ass being penetrated.
“I thought old farts like me only raped, not be raped!” said Sam, groaning with pleasure.
“Shut up and take it old fart!” said Rick with a hint of a smile and rapid humping.
“My, they are lively,” said one of the burly men as he unzipped.
Oliver had a rough hand grab his head and a big uncut and rough looking penis was put up to his nose. The owner of it said, “Think you’re man enough to take this?” Oliver dumbly stared at the magnificent member and mutely nodded. “Good enough.” In went the dick. Oliver had to resist gagging. It had a different flavor than the young man – more earthy. The man fucking his face, patted Butch’s face as Butch humped Oliver and said, “You’re next, man meat.” Butch just nodded, looking up at the construction worker with awe.
The worker then came. “An interesting sensation,” thought Oliver as his ass hole spasm and his furiously swallowed the cum. Butch had his face over Oliver’s shoulder as the rough construction worker bent down and French-kissed Butch. Butch seemed to enjoy having a 5 O’clock shadow rubbing his face. The man backed away. Butch sighed and kept humping Oliver.
Zip! Oliver then looked up and saw quite a bit of bushy pubic hair as the long-haired worker stuck his dick into Butch’s mouth. The 3 of them went into a rhythm. It was strange seeing Butch with a penis in his mouth, breathing into Oliver’s ear yet screwing Oliver’s butt. Oliver looked over his other shoulder and saw Burt hammering Rick’s butt and Curt working Sam. Sam had a Latin dude’s meat in his mouth. “My, we are a horny bunch,” thought Oliver. “Guess Hills gets a lot of dough for fucking the longpigs before they’re meat.” Burt gave a heave with his hips and Rick grimaced. Rick panted for a moment as Burt pulled out before hearing, “Ah, fresh meat.” And Rick found another big penis in his mouth. Butch came and slowly pulled out. Oliver went to one side and promptly got another manly penis stuck in his face – uncut black. It seemed to be more of a log than a penis.
After a few minutes, satisfied groans came all around. The longpigs slumped to the edge of the pot as the construction workers, some bending down to give manly farewell though sloppy kisses, zipped up and left.
Then the attendant, carrying a huge spoon, chuckled and said, “Well done, meat! Have a lot of satisfied customers. I wouldn’t be surprised if they bid on your cuts.” He started stirring the broth as the long pigs put their backs to the pot’s edge and sighed.
“Yeah, yeah,” said Rick, rubbing his sore jaw. “We aim to served – or be served … HEY!” He had the broth of the pot poured over his head.
“Need to get you ready for the next phase,” said the attendant, dipping his large spoon into the broth again and pouring over Sam’s head.
“Hey, it’s getting warmer!” said Butch, squirming a bit.
“Yep, we’re going to get you relaxed.” Broth went over Curt’s head.
“Oh,” said Oliver, idly splashing the rising broth. “Will it be – uh – long now.”
The attendant poured broth over Butch’s head before dipping again and pouring over Oliver’s head. “Not too much longer. Need to finish prepping you.” He stirred the pot again as it definitely got warmer and poured broth over everyone’s head again. “I’ll be back shortly. Relax and enjoy the heat.”
“Relax, he says,” bitterly said Rick as the attendant left. “He’s not going to be prime rib.”
“Ah, be quiet,” said Burt, playfully splashing Rick.
Rick growled a bit and splashed him back but settled down. After a few moments, he said, “Is this all we’re going to do? Boil to death?”
“Don’t think they’ll boil us,” said Sam, thoughtfully. “The meat wouldn’t be good after that. Probably going to make us so weak from the heat that we won’t put up much of a resistance as they – uh.”
“Slit our throats or cook us alive?” cheerfully said Butch. Rick’s eyes got wide.
“Ah, it shouldn’t be that bad!” said Oliver, glaring at Butch then turning his attention to Rick. “Remember the longpig bill of rights? That prevents us from being tortured, at least for more than a few minutes.”
Rick glowered at Oliver and said, “That makes me feel so much better.”
“We’ll find out soon!” said Burt, rubbing his shoulders with the broth. “I mean, Hills is a pretty good establishment. That’s why we volunteered for this place. We’ve been treated pretty good as longpigs. I’m sure we’ll be killed in a way we’ll enjoy too.”
“Yep!” said Curt, also rubbing himself with broth. “Might as well do as the attendant says and relax.”
The others, in spite of themselves, started rubbing themselves with broth. After a few minutes, Oliver started to feel drained as the heat worked into his body. “Must be some sort of heating element under the pot,” he thought as he felt himself weakening.
He heard some squeaking of wheels as carts were pushed into the room and stopped at one pot. Several attendants surrounded the pot, dunked the occupants briefly, then pulled out the sputtering longpigs, put them on the carts, and wheeled them out. He noticed one of the longpigs had a massive muscled arm that was completely covered in tattoos.
“Yep, not going to be able to put up a fight,” muttered Butch, as he splashed a bit. The twins looked resigned but optimistic. The others looked glum.
Time passed as the pots were emptied of longpigs. Oliver wiped his sweaty forehead with a brothy hand. Then the attendants came for them. Oliver was nearly relieved as they dunked him then pulled him out. The twins needed more burly attendants to get them out.
“Well, here we go!” cheerfully said Curt as he was wheeled away.
“Yep, here we go,” said Oliver with a sigh as he too was wheeled away.
After a few turns and a trip in an elevator, he was feeling a bit chilly as the broth dried on his skin. He licked his lips to get some drops lapped up. “Hmmm, does taste good,” thought Oliver. They were wheeled into a large kitchen. He turned his head to see butchered parts of muscular men. It seemed strange there was little blood and the cuts were very clean. One part caught his attention: the muscular tattooed arm. He looked a bit closer and saw the severed head of the man, upright on his neck, with a large penis, presumably his, in front of him. There were other severed heads all arranged alike and all facing inward at their penises – all on the same large platter. Asses were being artistically put onto their own platters, that muscular arm was part of several muscular arms being arranged with veggies. Another platter had severed pecs with pineapple draped over the tits. “Probably Burt’s and Curt’s fate,” muttered Oliver, noting the bulk of the pecs. “So they butcher before cooking huh?” He jerked involuntarily as he heard a loud chop. “Obviously another longpig becoming meat,” thought Oliver, with a touch of fear.
A chef, complete with toque, came over to where their group was rolled into and said, “So these should be baked?”
The head attendant said, “Yep. They were pretty lively. Do good with the catering crowd.”
“Good, good,” said the Chef. He sized them up, pinched a few of them, and pointed to Burt, Curt, and Sam and said, “Part A of the recipe. Prep them!” The attendants nodded and wheeled them away. He then pointed to Oliver, Butch, and Rick and said, “Tables 5, 6, and 7. Stuffing number 13! Sous Chef Frank will take over.”
Oliver felt too weak to protest. He twitched as he heard the CHOP three more times. “Well, there went Burt, Curt, and Sam,” he thought. “We’re next.”
The attendants rolled them over to a set of tables, grabbed them, and put them on platters – platters that had manacles. They were fasten down by the neck, waist, and wrists. Oliver was between Butch and Rick.
Rick croaked, “Are they going to chop us now?”
“Nah,” said Butch. “Going to cook us alive.”
“WHAT!?”
“Yep, that’s right,” came a voice. It was a chef, also wearing a toque, wandering in with a large bowl and some kitchen helpers. “First the stuffing though.”
The longpigs had their legs raised and Chef Frank shoved a whole lot of stuffing into each of their asses. Rick protested, “I’m not a turkey!”
“Nope, longpig,” said Frank with a chuckle. He studied Rick for a moment with Rick’s legs in the air. “Good young ass. Ought to be popular.”
“Fuck you!” snapped Rick.
“Already been fucked,” said Frank with a winsome smile. He shoved the rest of the stuffing up Rick, put a butt plug in Rick’s hole, brought down the legs, and fasten the ankles, with Rick’s legs spread but knees bent in the air. “Won’t be long now,” Frank said cheerfully, looking over all his longpigs.
Oliver felt like he had a really bad case of constipation. He said, “Boy, do I need to really poop!”
“Me too!” said Butch, panting a bit. “Uncomfortable.”
“I can’t believe they’re going to cook us!” sobbed Rick.
“Now, now,” said Butch, soothingly. “No tears. That’ll probably make your face more salty and tastier.”
Rick snorted a laugh then started to giggle as a couple of helpers came in and started brushing sauce over his body. Oliver also started giggling as sauce was also applied to him and the brushed tickled. Even Butch snorted a few laughs as they did him.
“Now all we need is relish,” said Butch with a sigh.
“Glad you agree,” said Chef Frank, walking in. He stepped to one side and all 3 longpigs gasped as they saw what was on several carts: body parts of their companion. “Now we wanted an erotic dish from frisky longpigs and you were selected. Your, uh, dismembered companions were perfect for the slaughter – great definition.” The Chef took Burt’s severed head off the cart. He turned it around a bit and said, “Notice the clean cut and lack of blood. All of the body parts are like that. We pride ourselves on art and not gore.”
“I feel like my gore is rising,” choked Rick.
“Ah, too bad you’re not going to appreciate the great piece of culinary art you’ll become.”
“Couldn’t we just take a picture?” croaked Butch.
The chef just shook his head and smiled as he stepped toward Butch. Oliver was horrified to see Burt’s head placed at Butch’s crotch. The chef grabbed Curt’s head and placed at Oliver’s crotch. Rick got Sam’s head. All 3 of them looked in horror at the lifeless heads. Frank ignored their expressions, went to each of them and injected them with a syringe. Each of them got raging boners. Frank placed each of their boner tips in the mouths of their dead companions.
“Now that’s just plain sick!” croaked Oliver.
“I guess from one point of view it would be,” said Sous Chef Frank. “But from the artistic view, cook each of you with a companion. We’ve tried doing live couples but either they tried to get away or something else happened to ruin the dish. So …”
“Well, at least they’re not looking at us,” said Butch, staring at Burt’s head that looked like he had his eyes closed to enjoy Butch’s boner.
Oliver felt cool arms placed against him – the severed arms of Curt. Frank arranged them so that they looked like someone was reaching up to pinch Oliver’s tits. The chef placed pineapple under the dead hands and had Oliver’s tits peek through. Oliver felt really creeped out as the others also had the lifeless arms of their companions put on. As the Chef worked on Rick, he called over his shoulder at the helpers, “The chest and asses now, I think.”
Burt’s chest had been hollowed out and placed on a plate with obvious internal supports that looked good from the neck to the belly button, complete with abs – except there was no head, arms, nor lower body. It was placed right behind Burt’s head. Butch’s legs were brought in to support the chest and tied to it. They placed cucumbers over Burt’s tits then put in a form of stuffing into the chest. Oliver gave a squeak as they brought over Curt’s chest and did the same thing. He gave a shudder as his legs pressed against the cooling Curt. Rick stared in shock as Sam’s chest was placed on his plate.
“It can’t get any worst, can it?” moaned Rick.
“Shouldn’t ask that,” said Oliver sourly.
Severed asses with dicks attached were taken out. They placed Burt’s ass at Butch’s head, even separating the cheeks a bit to get the top of Butch’s head in. Oliver noticed, with disbelief, that Burt’s dick stuck up in the air, away from Butch, with the balls wrapped with a mesh of peppers. Then he felt Curt’s ass shoved against the top if his head. He felt, rather than saw, them work on Curt’s dick and balls. He could move his head only slightly but looked over at Rick with Sam’s ass being pressed to his head and saw Sam’s dick stick out like it was proud to be served! Then Burt’s legs came out of the cart. The bottom of the feet of each severed leg pointed toward Butch’s head starting at Butch’s waist as the rest of each leg went down toward Butch’s own feet. They too were tied down. Oliver gave a shudder as Curt’s legs were placed on his plate. It seemed like Oliver could reach down and tickle Curt’s feet. Rick wasn’t too happy either with Sam’s legs.
After that, it seemed like a blur as the helpers dressed up each of the longpigs penis’s – made sure they were looking tasty and looked natural with their tips in the dead men’s mouths. More sauce was brushed on, along with bits of vegetables and fruit. The final touches had more binding straps applied so the longpigs could only wiggle a bit.
Chef Frank came over and inspected his work, clucking appreciatively. “You’ll make fantastic entrée’s.”
“With our murdered friends!” snapped Rick.
“Murdered? No. Harvested, yes. Now to the oven you go. First we’ll sweat you and make sure you are tied down. So do try to get free, hmmm?” He grinned broadly at them, “It also adds to the flavor of your meat if you struggle.”
Several helpers picked them up and placed them onto a cart. Oliver felt weird seeing his dead friend’s body parts jiggle. Did Curt’s tattooed bicep flex?
They stopped in front of a HUGE oven with 3 doors. The doors were open and they were place, one by one, into the oven. “What? No apple!” called out Butch as he slid in.
“Yeah, I’d thought we’d have an apple in our mouth to prevent us screaming,” said Oliver, glancing right at Rick then left at Butch.
“I’d be screaming now but I think I’m beyond that right now,” softly said Rick, staring at Sam’s head. “This is weird. Just a little while ago, I fucked him. Now I have his body parts.”
“Yeah, weird sums it up pretty good,” said Butch, wiggling a bit and having Burt’s chest move.
They heard a gas flame turn on. They glanced at each other. And, at once, they said, “Here we go!”
But a few minutes passed and all they did was sweat. “At least the body parts aren’t as cool as they had been,” sourly thought Oliver. He wiggled and saw Curt’s chest move – that magnificent chest with perfect pecs and wide shoulders that he had handled just a short time ago. Also the feet moved just a hair. He looked over at Rick. Rick too was wiggling and watching Sam’s massive chest move and feet twitch. Butch did the same thing. “Guess we all like to see movement with our dead friends,” muttered Oliver.
All the other ones could do was agree. Then Rick said, “Man, I’m feeling even more stuffed in my ass.”
“Yep,” said Butch. “The stuffing is expanding a bit.” He blinked furiously to get the sweat out of his eyes. “Getting hot.”
“Start baking soon,” said Oliver, matter-of-factly. No point in carrying on now.
Just then the doors opened and Butch was pulled out. A hushed conversation, some noises like a spray bottle applying something to Butch’s bod, then, after a minute, a grunt. Butch was put back in – with an apple in this mouth, granny smith. He looked wide-eyed at Oliver before Oliver was pulled out.
Chef Frank smacked his lips as he looked over Oliver and Oliver’s dead companion’s body parts. “Very good!” He picked up his sprayer and started spraying Oliver and friend.
“I get an apple too so I don’t scream and disturb you, huh?” sarcastically said Oliver.
“That’s part of it,” said Frank. “But you do look better with that apple, it freshens your mouth and you’ll pass away pleasantly. That injection not only gave you a boner but makes it easier to cook you alive.”
“Sure it works?”
Frank shrugged and said, “Haven’t had any complaints.” He reached behind him and grabbed an apple.
“Now just a m—“, said Oliver but had the apple shoved in, a winesap. Expertly it seems. He couldn’t dislodge it. Frank fussed over him a bit, making sure Oliver’s penis fit well into Curt’ mouth, adjusted Curt’s arms over Oliver’s chest, and applied sauce to Curt’s legs, with olives over the toes and other veggies. Then Oliver was slid into the oven. Rick gave a small gasp as he saw Oliver then was dragged out. After a few minutes, Rick was shoved back in with an apple in his mouth – a fuji.
Oliver felt quite helpless as the gas flame roared. Though, he supposed, that was the point. After all they were all food. He regretted trying out a few cannibal restaurants. That pec he ate long ago was delicious. But he never saw an arrangement like this! Then again, he wasn’t that much of a cannibal. Now it’s coming back to bite him, literally. His sense of smell started to increase. The dead companions were starting to smell delicious. He glanced at his companions. Butch looked great in his slick sweat-and-sauced body. Rick, groaning, also looked great – an 18-year-old piece of perfect meat. The Chef was right: Rick will be picked to bones quickly. And Sam should complement Rick’s meat. They both will probably go fast. Though … Burt and Curt was not exactly chopped liver. Their meat should be popular. Oliver glanced down at his own body. He looked good too. Must complement the Chef – oh, that’s right, he can’t. Oliver giggled around the apple. The drug must be working. He’s feeling pretty good as the temperature rose. Then his hips jerked. Did I just cum into Curt’s mouth?
Then Curt’s eyes opened, Curt smiled around Oliver’s penis, winked, closed his eyes, and went back to being dead. Huh? Did I imagine that? … Probably, though it was cool. Then he noticed that Butch and Rick both came into their dead companion’s mouth’s. Another effect of the drug? … OOooooo. Curt, I’ll be joining you soon. Oliver’s head lolled and he saw the other’s head’s loll. He swore he saw Sam wink and grin at Rick as well as Burt doing the same with Butch. Both Rick and Butch looked stunned. Definitely the drug … Still, it was getting peaceful though hot … Looks like it’ll be all right.
All 3 longpigs lost consciousness as the flames roared.
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Sous Chef Frank felt rather proud of himself as he supervised the catering of the “United Leather Men”. All of the tough looking men loved his creative dishes. The longpigs were quickly turning into bones. One especially tough looking man came up to him, puffing on a cigar, rubbing his belly, and said, “Well done, Chef. Really liked the body parts on the whole body thing. I could taste the baked cum in – what was that longpig’s name?”
“Oh, that was Curt. Quite a hunk of meat, let me tell you.”
“Yep, loved him. Great lips and tongue. Had a tit and a piece of ass too. Also had the dick of – what was the other pig’s name?”
“Oliver? Yes, quite a specimen.”
“Yeah, I know. Me and the boys visited the plant. I fucked Oliver’s mouth. Liked that I had his cum and his dick afterwards.”
“Let’s see, you’re into …?”
“My boys and me are construction though we teamed with some plumbers to afford this shindig. But also had a few 18-year-olds chip in. They had to sink their teeth into an old friend.” The man gave a loud burp. “Liked that tattooed bicep. Almost burst eating that up.”
Sous Chef Frank loved that burp … It was the burp to help advance his career.
“Hope you’re available next year with great entrées like tonight.” He shoved his cigar back in his mouth and sauntered off to sit with his friends – who were devouring Rick’s arms, Burt’s leg, Sam’s pecs, and Butch’s ass. Even Oliver’s ribs were being covered with BBQ sauce and munched on. Another table had the 18-year-olds who were gleefully devouring Rick’s parts that wasn’t taken by others. The young man who had been robbed by Rick, talked to Rick’s face, tauntingly, before, literally, eating Rick’s face. The other young man who had been raped by Rick ate Rick’s dick and balls – with relish. They laughed among themselves that they got to “know” their old nemesis – and literally chewed on Rick’s ass. They also, begrudgingly, took some of Sam’s legs. It surprised them that an old guy tasted good. Other tables were busy with other parts.
Chef Frank gave a contented sigh as he watched the longpig parts going down the hatch … A job, very well done.
The End (burp)
