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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Russ primped at a mirror and combed his reddish-brown and thinning hair that has peppered with grey.
“Not too bad for a 70 year-old,” he muttered as he looked at his naked muscular and hairy form – also peppered with grey. He had a fashionable 5 O'clock shadow that enhanced his rugged good-looks. He flexed one massive bicep with a tattoo. “Not bad at all. Hardly any wrinkles – well no ugly wrinkles anyway.”
He turned, grabbed some shorts, put it on, stuffing his big male member into it. He slipped on some sandals and went outside to his mailbox. The mailbox consisted of a human skull. He lifted the skull to see if there were any letters. Nope.
“Hey sexy!” came a cheerful male voice.
“Ah, Gene,” said Russ to a hairy dark-haired man who was wearing only a G-string along with his sandals.
“So, today's the day, huh?” said Gene.
“Sure is!” said Russ, playfully reaching over to tweak a ring in Gene's right nipple.
“Wanna have sex?” said Gene with a big smile. He leaned over and gave Russ a big kiss.
After a minute, Russ came up for air and said, “Sure do, sex pot! But later. Need to get over to the Potluck catering. Have to pick out two entrees.”
“Oh! Good! Can I help?”
“Sure!” said Russ. He took Gene's hand and the two macho men walked down the street. Other muscular and macho men smiled cordially at the two and they passed each other. After awhile, they came to a building that said, “Potluck catering. We got great ingredients for your feast!”
Russ and Gene entered. There, behind the counter, was a bald tough guy with a short beard, tattoos covering his right arm and wearing two chains across his chest in a large X pattern. In the middle of the X was the name tag of Earl. “What can I do for you two?” Earl politely asked, in a deep baritone.
“I'm Russ,” said Russ. “I called about my retirement celebration?”
“Ah, yes, just a moment.” Earl went to a console and typed on the keyboard. “Let's see, Grill Point park? Nice place this time of year. Weather's good today so we don't have to worry about tents … Bill's paid. Good, good.” Earl looked up and studied Gene for a moment. “Uh, what's he going to be at the celebration?”
“One of the guests!” said Russ cheerfully.
“Ah!” said Earl with a lecherous smile at Gene. “Maybe I’ll crash the party!”
“Would I get a discount?” said Russ, sunnily. He studied Earl. “Though maybe I’ll forgo that.”
Earl smiled sunnily back. “Got a deal!” He looked at the console. “Let’s see. You want two entrees. Let me show you our stock.” He turned, got some keys off the wall, went to a metal door and unlocked it. He looked over his shoulder and said, “Any preference?”
Russ looked at Gene and said, “What are you in the mood for?”
Gene shrugged and said, “Korean?”
“Nah, had oriental at my office going away party last week.”
“Maybe Indian?”
“Hmmm. Not bad. Curry might be a bit of a problem.”
Earl shrugged and said, “Well, let’s look around a bit. Maybe you’ll see what you want.”
He led them into the door and down a hallway. There were grim looking guards every few yards.
“You know, I’ve always liked Italian,” said Russ.
“Hey yeah! Nothing cooks like Italian,” said Gene, nodding.
“Italian it is,” said Earl. “Got a fresh batch.”
“Maybe some Mexican too?” said Gene. “Mexican food is great!”
“That’d be good!” said Russ, enthusiastically.
“Got a run on Mexican,” said Earl. “But I think we have a few left. Italian first, however.” He turned and stopped in front of a large cell with bars. On the other side were six naked young men – Italian young men.
Russ leaned on the bars and licked his lips as he openly admired their muscular forms. The young men cowered against the far wall. Gene joined Russ and asked, “Well? Which one? Or would you like two of them?”
Russ scratched his head and said, “Hmmm, nah. Just one.”
Gene squinted at the young men. “In the mood for cut or uncut?”
Russ said, “Hmmm, cut for the Italian.” He pointed to one young man with slightly curly black hair and full lips and said, “That one.”
“Very good sir,” said Earl, unlocking the cell door and nodding at the nearest couple of guards. The guards went in and, after a bit of a scuffle, grabbed the young Italian. They cuffed him with his hands behind his back and tied a rope at the base of his large male member. He was marched out, the cell door locked, and the rope given to Russ.
“What’s your name, entrée?” asked Russ, holding the rope firmly and drooling slightly as he looked the young man up and down. When the young man, looking surly, didn’t answer, Russ gave a playful yank on the rope.
The young man gasped and said, “Tino!”
“Nice to meet, then eat, you.”
“I bet,” grumbled Tino.
“Now for the second entrée,” said Earl. “What would you like?”
Took a moment for Russ to tear his eyes away from Tino. He said, “I’d like uncut for the next one.”
“Should have uncut Mexican,” said Earl with a dismissive wave as he lead them down the hallway, past cells with young men in them of various nationalities and races. Earl stopped in front of a cell with two young muscular Mexican men.
Russ pointed immediately and said, “That one!”
The object of his attention jerked but didn’t flinch as the guards came in, cuffed him with his hands behind his back, and tied up his male member with a rope. He was led out and Russ eagerly took the rope to his second entrée. He looked in awe at the big penis and balls the Mexican had. “Wow! … What’s your name, entrée?”
“Primo,” said the young Mexican, looking resigned.
“You sure are!” said Gene, shaking his head in wonder.
“One reason the Mexicans went fast,” said Earl, proudly. “Had a batch with above average size.”
“I’d say gigantic!” said Russ. He looked over at Tino’s penis and said, “Tino is above average but not a giant.” He leaned over and licked a nipple of Tino. Tino grimaced. Russ leaned over and licked a nipple of Primo. “Hmmm. Both are pretty tasty. I think they’ll go good together. Tino is lighter color but still swarthy and Primo has that great honey brown color.”
Gene leaned over and licked Primo and then Tino. “Yep, you’re right. I think you made some great selections.”
“Oh goodie,” sourly said Tino.
Russ chuckled and, using the ropes, led the two entrees to the main lobby. There he filled out the proper paper work. Earl put sandals in the entrees feet and gave a “have a great retirement dinner” to Russ.
Russ and Gene, animatedly chatting, walked out and down the street with the two young men being pulled along by their penises. A few passing, muscular men, asked Russ if these were for the retirement party. Russ amiably said yes and he proudly noticed the looks his entrées were getting. They finally made it to the park.
A long haired man with bulging biceps, massive hairy chest, and tight fitting shorts strolled up to Russ carrying a clipboard and asked, “Are you Russ, the guy for the retirement party?’ Russ nodded, admiring the man. “I’m Dick, your party coordinator and the chef.” He looked at the two trussed up young men. “Looks like you made some fine choices. Do you want everybody cooked together?”
“Sure do!” said Russ with a wide smile. “Thought it’d be sexier that way.”
“Sounds good,” said Dick, making a mark on this clipboard. “Your entrees names are?”
“Uh, Tino, Italian, and Primo, Mexican.”
“Good, good.” He looked at Gene.
Gene said, with a smile, “I’m a guest and a good friend.”
“Yes,” said Dick with a small lecherous smile. He then went up to the young men and started to examine them – giving nods of approval and a few admiring grunts. Tino objected when Dick massaged his penis. “Relax, Tino, your sausage is going to get more attention than you want. Might as well get used to the process and relax.”
“You’re not the one getting cooked today!” snapped Tino, face turning red from embarrassment when Dick’s hand fondled his butt then put a few finger up his ass.
“Oh, some day, I will,” calmly said Dick, taking a wipe from his belt, cleaning his hand, then tossing it into the trash. He went up to Primo and did the same thing. Primo only grunted a few times. Dick gave him a sardonic smile and said, “Come on, Primo. It isn’t that bad. You too should enjoy the process. After all, you only got a few hours left.” Primo just gave an irritated grumble. Dick chuckled and said to Russ, “They should loosen up a bit as I cook them. I should screw them first to get an idea of how to prepare them.”
“Oh?” said Russ. “You like to do that? Some chefs don’t.”
“Some are not great chefs like me,” said Dick with a huff. “Pounding an entrée’s butt and feeling their gyrating flesh gives me inspiration in my preparation of them.”
“Oh, good, good!” said Russ, looking like he was drooling.
“But before I do that, can we go over to my tent and we’ll go over a few details?”
“Sure!” happily said Russ. He looked over at his entrees then at Gene.
Dick said, “If Gene wants to start screwing them, go over to that fenced area. We have guards, lube, and some sofas.”
“Good idea!” said Gene, as he took the leashes from Russ and led Tino and Primo over to the fenced area. The guards dutifully took down everyone’s names, locked the gate, and undid the handcuffs and the ropes around the penis. The guards then gave Tino and Primo an injection. “What’s that? Gene asked.
“An aphrodisiac,” said the guard. “Gives them hard-ons easily and let’s them have sex for quite a while. Would you like a smaller dose, sir? Quite safe and will let you enjoy the party for awhile.”
“Sure!” said Gene, offering his arm. He winced only once then took off his clothes, studied the two young hunks, put on some lube and grabbed Tino, tossing him onto a nearby table and giving him a deep kiss with his legs spread. Tino briefly struggled but he succumbed to the kiss – in which Gene seemed to be trying to remove Tino’s tonsils. Then Gene licked Tino’s chest, biceps, legs, and anything else of Tino’s. Then Gene put his dick into Tino’s ass and started humping, face to face.
“I think you’re deranged,” grunted Tino as he grimaced at the action.
“That’s all right,” cheerily said Gene, between grunts. “Your delicious flesh is going to be un-arranged and in my stomach!”
Tino, in spite of himself, grabbed his penis and started to jerk himself off. “Uh, who’s going to eat my dick?”
“Interesting question,” said Gene, eyes closed as he kept humping. “Didn’t think you liked the proceedings.”
“Well, yeah. Guess I might as well go along with it since there’s nothing I can do.”
A crash came from the tent. Tino looked at the tent and Gene also paused in his humping to look over his shoulder. In a moment, Russ came out, naked, followed by Dick, also naked. Russ was rubbing his butt and gave a brief grimace. Dick was wiping his big dick. Both Tino and Gene gave a sigh of appreciation to the magnificent form of Dick. Then Gene gave Tino another tonsil removing kiss and resumed humping.
“Well, well, you’re certainly enjoying Italian,” said Russ as he entered the fenced area and was vetted by the guards, including a shot.
Dick followed, still naked but his clothes over one arm along with his clipboard. Dick made some notes on the clipboard as the guards asked him a few questions. He too got a shot – barely acknowledging the needle entering his arm. He looked up and said to Russ, “Might as well start screwing the Mexican. It may take a few minutes for the Italian to be finished.”
“I hope so!” said Gene, out of his lip lock and humping with his eyes closed and an expression of bliss.
Russ put the Mexican face down on a sofa, put a pillow under his groin to raise the pretty brown butt, and started to screw the hapless hunk. Primo just grunted and grimaced then suddenly blurted, “Harder!”
Russ barked a laugh, and said, as he started pounding Primo’s ass harder, “Glad you’re getting into it!”
Gene came into Tino’s butt. He gave the Italian another deep kiss then removed his penis. “Boy, that was great!”
“Yeah, it was,” said Tino with an air of surprise. He looked longingly at Gene’s dick.
“Well, I better get started,” said Dick, absent-mindedly. It wasn’t until he was in front of Tino, did he even look the young man in the face. Then Tino found himself slung over Dick’s wide shoulder. “Let me see. Oh yes, this’ll do.” He gently plopped Tino on to a chair, turned him over so that Tino was leaning into the chair, lubed his own dick, and started humping Tino.
“Hey! Am I going to be screwed by everyone!” protested Tino.
“Yep, sure are,” said Dick. He grabbed Tino’s face, turned it, and gave him a full kiss – no quite as tonsil sucking at Gene’s but not bad.
“Wait a minute!” said Tino, as he came up for air. “Aren’t you the guy who’s going to kill me and cook me!”
“Sure are,” said Dick, giving Tino another kiss while humping him. He groped Tino as he screwed him.
“You’re seeing how to cook me!” wailed Tino, giving a half-hearted struggle.
“So?”
“So! How you would like to be cooked and eaten!”
“I’m looking forward to it!” said Dick, enjoying the rhythm of his humping.
“What! You’re going to cook yourself today?”
“Nope, not today,” said Dick with a laugh. “But every great chef plans for the day that he’ll become the main course. He gains experience, finds out what makes for great sauces and spices, what garnish to use, the works. Then he figures out how he would like to be cooked.” To Tino’s incredulous expression, he said, “I cooked the man who taught me cooking. He had great ideas on how he should be served. And he was right. Delicious!”
Tino stared at Dick as he was being banged. Then he said, “You’re looney! When are you getting cooked?”
“Oh probably not for a few years. Depends.”
“Yeah,” bitterly said Tino. “Like me and Primo – cooked before we even reach 25! Not fair!”
“Well, that’s the breaks,” said Dick, closing his eyes and humping. “Some get cooked young, some middle-aged, and –”
“And some never at all,” said Tino, directing a pout at a happy Russ banging Primo.
“Well –,” began Dick.
He was interrupted by a baritone voice barking, “Dick! You old short-order cook!”
Dick turned to see Earl. “Hey! What are you doing here, you old flesh peddler!”
“I’m here on invitation, right stud!” said Earl, stepping beside Gene and giving him a playful whack on the butt.
Gene was surprised for a moment, then said, ruefully rubbing his butt, “I guess he did say he’d crash the party.” He called out to Russ, “Hey! Do we let Earl join?”
Russ gave a mighty jerk with his hips, then dreamily said to Gene, “Yeah, sure. Might as well. Give him a pick.”
“Really?” said Earl, looking stunned. “Man! That I didn’t expect.” He put his arm around Gene and said, cozily, “What are you going to pick?”
Gene looked at Tino, who was still being worked over by Dick, then at Primo who was laying, gasping as Russ got up. Then Gene smiled widely and said, “I’ll take Primo!” He went over to the Mexican, turned him over, and started sucking his penis.
Earl shrugged and said, “Well, I guess I’ll get Tino’s.”
“What!” said Tino who then grimaced as Dick released his load. “What does he mean?” demanded Tino as Dick removed his dick.
“He’s going to eat your dick,” said Dick, giving a sigh and standing. He faced Earl and said, “How do you want it cooked?”
“What!” said Tino, alarmed.
“You know you’re getting eaten, so why’re you surprised?” said Earl, rolling his eyes. “I’ll let you know,” said Earl to Dick. Then he went over to Tino, grabbed the young man, turned him over and started giving him a blowjob.
Tino’s eyes were wide as he stared down at the man with his dick in his mouth. He said to Dick, “Man, I’m really going to be eaten, huh?”
“Sure are,” said Dick with a grin. “Don’t worry, I have some great recipes for your dick.”
“I’m surprised you’re not going to eat my dick yourself,” said Tino, rubbing Earl’s bald head in half fascination, half horror.
“Oh, I’ll have my own special cut, don’t worry,” said Dick. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to make more preparations before I take my turn screwing Primo. And I’d relax if I was you. You’re in for some more sex as the guests arrive.”
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Tino’s face was flushed as was his whole body. He was placed on a table and an attendant started shaving off his body hair. Tino muzzily looked up and saw Dick reading his clipboard and said to the chef, “Boy, you weren’t kidding, were you? I’ve lost count how many times I’ve been screwed and sucked. I even got to do a bit of screwing myself.”
“Yep, amazing aphrodisiac huh?” said Dick, still reading. He raised his eyes to Tino and said to another attendant, “Give him a shave to remove the 5 O’clock shadow and give him a haircut just one step above a crew cut. We want take advantage of that nice hair but not have too much to get in the way of cooking.”
Tino flinched when touched and then giggled a bit, “I’m ticklish!”
“You also look luscious. I have a great recipe for all of you.”
“Really?” said Tino, eyes half closed as he gave into the attendant’s attentions. “That’s nice.”
“After you’re done, put him in the pot,” said Dick to the attendant.
“Pot?” said Tino, eyes opening.
“To relax you and clean you up a bit. Also flavor your skin. You’re going to be baked, don’t worry. Primo is in the pot already.”
“Oh,” said Tino who closed his eyes.
After a few minutes, Tino was lifted by the burly attendant and put over his shoulder. Tino lifted his head for a moment and looked around at all the nude guests – those going to eat him. The guests were enjoying beer and some were enjoying cigars as they chatted with each other. Some guest were enjoying sex with each other. Earl was happily banging Gene and Gene was delighted to be banged. Gene gave Tino a little wave and Tino weakly waved back. Then Tino was tossed into a huge pot. He had to stand to prevent his head from going under the water. He turned and saw Primo smiling at him.
“You look pleased,” said Tino.
“Hey, I’m relaxed,” said Primo.
“Even though you’re going to be cooked alive soon?”
Primo shrugged, grabbed Tino, and said, lips just inches from Tino’s face, “I’ve gotten some perks.”
“Wha—?” started to say Tino when Primo kissed him – tonsil sucking style. When he came up for air, he said, “What is it about me that people love to kiss me?”
“You’re just sexy,” said Primo, grinning ear-to-ear. “And I’m still horny.” He turned Tino around, and started humping him in the ass.
“Oooo!” said Tino, squirming a bit. “That is a HUGE dick! Feels good though. Guess my ass has been stretched quite a bit.”
Primo kept pumping as he said, “I wonder how they’re going to cook us.” He playfully splashed Tino with the soup like substance they were in. “This seems a cross between steak sauce and bullion.”
“Don’t know, but I bet it’s designed to take advantage of our skin,” said Tino, idly splashing the soup. An attendant came up with a bottle and poured it into the pot. “Hey!” said Tino. “How long are we going to be in here?”
“When you’re nice and relaxed and your skin has soaked up the sauce,” said the attendant, taking out a large spoon and giving a quick stir before leaving.
“I bet they’re not going to tell us what the sauce is,” said Tino, giggling. “It’s a secret and they don’t want us to tell.”
Primo nuzzled Tino’s neck as he humped and said, “Boy, are you mellow now.”
“Well, I’ve gotten some perks,” said Tino, reaching back and patting Primo’s face. “Hey, look who’s coming to see check up on his dinner! Old mister retiree himself. Hey Russ! Coming to drool?”
Russ came up to the pot and leaned on the edge and smiled at the young men. “My, you two are great looking entrees.”
“Yep! We are,” said Primo, continuing his humping. Then he squinted at Russ. “Hey, what happened to your 5 O’clock shadow and what the – … Didn’t you have hairy arms and chest?”
Two attendants came up to either side of Russ. Russ smiled at Tino and Primo and said, “Sure did. But entrees can’t have any body hair if they are to make great meals!” To Tino’s and Primo’s astonishment, the attendants lifted Russ up and put him into the pot. Russ waved his arms in the soup for a moment, eyed the young men, and said, “Don’t look so surprised. No one can go much over 70 before the body can’t be compensated for cooking it. This is my retirement from life – and I’m leaving with two handsome studs.”
Primo had stopped his humping and stared at Russ with open mouth. Tino finally said, “You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope, sure aren’t,” said Russ, giving Tino a kiss then kissing Primo. “Hey, guys, what about a three way. Tino, if you could put your dick where the sun don’t shine – namely in me – we’ll get started again.” He turned around and pressed his butt against Tino’s front. He looked back and said, “Come on guys! We don’t have much time left!”
They had sex for awhile until the water got too warm then they leaned back on the side of the pot as attendants put more sauce into the pot and stirred.
“This is relaxing,” said Primo, head on the edge, eyes closed.
“Yeah,” said Tino, one eye propped open. “Too bad we can’t enjoy it longer.” He nodded at the two attendants coming – pushing a rollaway table with a large platter on top.
“Well, I guess we’re sufficiently simmered,” said Russ, stretching and looking over at the rollaway. “Boy, is that real silver?”
“Burnished aluminum, actually,” said the nearest burly attendant. “Great for cooking and easy to clean.” He and his partner grabbed Russ, pulled him out, and placed him in the center of the platter. “The place of honor,” said the attendant with a slight smile. Then they reached in, grabbed Tino and put him on Russ’s right side then yanked Primo and put him on the left side.
“How do you know we won’t get up and – uh – escape,” lazily said Tino, as he settled in. Primo just closed his eyes and relaxed. The attendants didn’t seem too concerned as they wheeled the limp entrée men over to a kitchen area.
Dick was waiting. He smiled at the very relaxed men on the platter and said, “Ah, looks like you’re ready for the next stage.” The three men were put on their sides, still looking very relaxed. Dick took would a hypo and injected each man in the butt. “There, that’ll make cooking you alive a bit better.”
“Ah, thank – UH – you?” said Tino as an attendant shoved some stuffing up his ass.
“Oooo! What is that!” said Primo as the other attendant shoved stuffing up his hole.
“That is my special brand of ass stuffing,” said Dick, who started stuffing Russ.
“Oh, that’s an interesting sensation,” said Russ, tongue hanging out as his innards got stuffed, not in the usual way.
All three entrée men had a butt plug put in to keep the dressing from leaking out – and, as Dick said, “To do double duty as a meat thermometer. Don’t want you guys to burn on this special day, do we?”
“Man, that’s rather – uh …” started to say Tino. He looked down at his penis, that had been flaccid, suddenly get a raging boner. “What’s happening?”
“Just all of you guys getting a hard-on so that your dicks will cook well,” said Dick, as he started tying twine around the base of Russ’s penis. The attendants did the same to Tino and Primo.
“Boy, I didn’t think I was that big!” said Primo, staring at his manhood.
“Oh, just an illusion, I’m sure,” said Dick, amused. “Gene is going to love your penis.”
“And Earl’s gonna enjoy mine,” said Tino, petulantly. “Doesn’t seem fair, somehow … Though who’s going to eat Russ’s?”
“Good old Dick will!” proudly said Russ, fondling his dick. “It’s complicated how he got it but let’s just say I wanted the day to be special and –”
“There was no clear favorite for Russ’s penis so I took it,” said Dick, as he turned Russ to be on his back. “Ethics is a bit tricky for a chef in my position and I am allowed to sample my work as long as I don’t hog the good parts … so typically I don’t get a whole dick. But, occasionally, things work out where I can.” He kept Tino on his side and had his head rest on Russ’s right shoulder then moved Primo, also on his side, to have his head on Russ’s left.
“Oh,” said Tino, as he eyed the attendants binding him. “Uh, what’s happening?”
“You two are going to be ‘cuddling’ up to Russ as the three of you are cooked. We need to make sure you don’t squirm too much,” said Dick, fastening Russ to the platter. Russ’s right leg went between Tino’s legs and the left went between Primo’s. Then Dick had Russ’s arms go around both young men and bound them so that he could not entirely remove his hand from them. Dick put a loaf of bread under Russ’s head to allow him to look around a bit and gave a pull on the softly padded chains. “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to move a little bit.” He grabbed a bowl of sauce, a brush, dipped the brush in the bowl, and started to cover Russ in sauce. The attendants grabbed other bowls and started in on Tino and Primo. “And each of you are having a special flavoring added to your luscious skin.” He grabbed some butter and gave it to the attendants. “Though the young butts will be buttered by my special brand of butter.”
“Boy, this is sickeningly intimate,” said Tino with a scowl as butter was applied to his muscled posterior. “What do you call this recipe? A love feast?”
“I call it Sugar Daddy with two Sweet Young Plums,” said Dick with a sniff. “Though maybe it’s just only sweet plum,” he added, giving Primo an affectionate pat on his buttered butt.
“Gee, thanks,” said Primo, trying to look irked but having a small smile.
A few minutes went by as garnish was added to the platter. Then all three men were sufficiently sauced, buttered, and otherwise prepared on the platter.
“Okay, now for the oven,” said Dick. “You’ll be in there for about 10 minutes on low heat – just enough to get you sweating and add your sweat to the sauce and have the butter get in the butts better. Then we take you out for one more application and pop you back in to cook you … Any questions?”
“Yeah, can’t I sit this one out?” asked Tino, nervously looking at the nearby oven – the LARGE nearby oven.
“Ah, don’t worry, you’ll enjoy the experience,” said Dick with a wave of his hand. Then he and the attendants started pushing the rollaway.
“This is it, guys,” said Russ, his head squirming a bit on the loaf. “I want to thank you for joining me.”
“It wasn’t my idea,” said Tino as the oven door was opened.
“Mine neither,” said Primo, looking wide-eyed as the tray was slipped into the oven.
“Ah, don’t matter,” said Russ with a contented sigh as the oven door was closed. “It’s nice to have both of you anyway.” He looked around a bit and said, “Oh look, a glass door at our feet.”
“Yeah,” said Tino, raising his head to look about also. “And the door we came through is also glass. Guess they want to make sure we don’t escape.”
“I don’t have enough strength to escape,” said Primo with a sigh as he nuzzled a bit into Russ. “Just enjoy the moment.”
“Yeah, right,” said Tino with a scowl. Then he too sighed and said, “Well, I guess it is a nice oven.” The faint roar of flames was heard. “And there is a nice red glow.”
“Getting pleasantly toasty, huh?” said Russ, moving his hands and stroking the young men’s short hair. “Nice to be with my sweet plums.
“I don’t know if I’d call you a sugar daddy,” said Tino.
Dick’s face appeared briefly at the oven window, looking in. Russ, Tino, and Primo all gave small waves. Dick nodded satisfaction and left. A short time later, Gene then Earl showed up. Gene gave them a thumbs up and Earl gave an exaggerated smack of his lips. As the men lay there, sweating, various other men came up to peer into the oven. Many licked their lips in anticipation as they saw the three men being heated.
“Strange that we’re the center of attention,” said Primo.
“Oh, we’re definitely going to be the center of attention when we’re well done,” said Tino, pouting at another young man looking in with a hungry look.
“Yep,” said Russ. “We’re going to be REAL popular in a couple of hours. I predict we’ll be a culinary success.”
“Oh goodie.”
“Ah come on!” said Russ, giving Tino a playful tug on his shoulder. “Admit it. It’s nice to be admired so, right? Even if it is to be eaten.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” said Primo. “Feels good that people like my body.”
“Oh all right,” said Tino, grumpily. “It is nice that my body attracts attention. Even liked all the sex. But I just don’t like the fact I will become shit that gets flushed down the toilet.”
“Well, don't have to worry about a funeral,” said Russ with a chuckle. “They’ll even make a powdered drink out of our bones.”
Before Tino could reply, the oven door opened and they were dragged out.
Dick and the attendants stabilized the tray and he said, “Well, you’re all cooking well.” He started putting more sauce on Russ and the attendants started on the young men. Dick grabbed some butter and buttered up Russ’s dick. “Looking real good. I bet your penis will be a taste sensation.”
“These will be too,” said an attendant as he too buttered Tino’s penis.
The other attendant said, as he buttered Primo’s penis, “I bet Primo will be great – its so big and luscious looking.”
“Thanks,” groggily said Primo.
“Well, gentlemen,” said Dick, applying the last few touches. “Your bodies are pretty well exhausted from all we’ve done to them. But that should help your muscles to relax as they are cooked.” He reached over and grabbed some apples, giving an apple a piece to the attendants. “So I doubt you’ll be talking much anymore. Open please.”
“Hey! I don’t want to –,” Tino’s protest was cut off as the apple was jammed in his mouth.
“Oh boy, at last I –,” said Russ as his talking was interrupted by an apple jammed into his mouth.
“Boy, I’m a long pig now, are—,” said Primo as he too could no longer talk with fruit in his teeth.
“I think all of you will be a great meal!” proudly said Dick, looking them all over with satisfaction. He and the attendants put the three men back into the oven. He turned the dial on the oven up – to cooking range.
Russ gave the two young men a squeeze as the flames in the oven gave a soft roar. He sweated even more and he and the young men squirmed a bit as the tray and the air heated up. But, after a little while, they started nodding off, closing their eyes. Their skin started to get a nice roasted brown color.
After a time, Dick turned down the oven, he and the attendants took out the three men, and he worked an electric saw to open up the cooked individuals. He and the attendants quickly removed the insides, put some stuffing and sauces back in, closed them up, and slid them back into the oven. As delicious smells of the men cooking wafted about the park, Dick and his attendants made meat pies, man sausages from the intestines, and other goodies.
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The tray had been removed from the oven and placed on a large serving table. The guests had eagerly lined up to get their plates filled with delicious man meat. Soon Tino, Russ, and Primo were mainly skeletons on the tray. Some guest went back for seconds. Dick had leaned back with the two attendants across from him and Earl and Gene on either side of him, all of them full.
Dick said, “Russ’s dick was delicious!” He thoughtfully removed a piece of meat from his teeth and said, “Though I think I could improve on the penis recipe.”
“Don’t know how,” said Earl, taking a drag of his after dinner cigar. “Tino’s dick was soooo good! Thought I died and went to heaven!”
“Primo’s dick was also fantastic,” said Gene, rubbing his distended stomach “There was a LOT to enjoy.”
“I noticed you didn’t want to share,” said Earl, casting Gene a look of disfavor.
“Course not!” said Gene, with a small burp. “Fortunately, I was able to keep eating. I thought Russ’s right breast was fantastic. And I loved the piece of Tino’s butt I got. Real tender.”
“Yeah. Tino’s bicep was also pretty good. And I did get a bit of that delectable Primo butt.”
“Yep, everyone had to sample all three men,” said Dick, nodding at his attendants. “Even my attendants, right boys.”
The attendants nodded back, each with a satisfied smile.
“You must get a lot of satisfaction in your work,” said Earl, puffing on his cigar. “Makes what I do all worthwhile. I can ignored the pleas for mercy from my stock knowing there are good chefs like you out there.”
“Yep, you do good work,” said Gene, smacking his lips.
“Glad you two approve,” said Dick. He looked Gene’s nude form up and down with interest and said, “So. When are you going to be eaten? I’d love to do the honors.”
Gene looked over at Earl, thought for a moment, then looked Dick in the eyes. “Guess it depends on who Earl has in stock.” He rubbed his chin and said, “Tell you what, I’ll let you know. Okay?”
Dick wagged his eyebrows and said, “Don’t wait too long.”
The end.
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Russ primped at a mirror and combed his reddish-brown and thinning hair that has peppered with grey.
“Not too bad for a 70 year-old,” he muttered as he looked at his naked muscular and hairy form – also peppered with grey. He had a fashionable 5 O'clock shadow that enhanced his rugged good-looks. He flexed one massive bicep with a tattoo. “Not bad at all. Hardly any wrinkles – well no ugly wrinkles anyway.”
He turned, grabbed some shorts, put it on, stuffing his big male member into it. He slipped on some sandals and went outside to his mailbox. The mailbox consisted of a human skull. He lifted the skull to see if there were any letters. Nope.
“Hey sexy!” came a cheerful male voice.
“Ah, Gene,” said Russ to a hairy dark-haired man who was wearing only a G-string along with his sandals.
“So, today's the day, huh?” said Gene.
“Sure is!” said Russ, playfully reaching over to tweak a ring in Gene's right nipple.
“Wanna have sex?” said Gene with a big smile. He leaned over and gave Russ a big kiss.
After a minute, Russ came up for air and said, “Sure do, sex pot! But later. Need to get over to the Potluck catering. Have to pick out two entrees.”
“Oh! Good! Can I help?”
“Sure!” said Russ. He took Gene's hand and the two macho men walked down the street. Other muscular and macho men smiled cordially at the two and they passed each other. After awhile, they came to a building that said, “Potluck catering. We got great ingredients for your feast!”
Russ and Gene entered. There, behind the counter, was a bald tough guy with a short beard, tattoos covering his right arm and wearing two chains across his chest in a large X pattern. In the middle of the X was the name tag of Earl. “What can I do for you two?” Earl politely asked, in a deep baritone.
“I'm Russ,” said Russ. “I called about my retirement celebration?”
“Ah, yes, just a moment.” Earl went to a console and typed on the keyboard. “Let's see, Grill Point park? Nice place this time of year. Weather's good today so we don't have to worry about tents … Bill's paid. Good, good.” Earl looked up and studied Gene for a moment. “Uh, what's he going to be at the celebration?”
“One of the guests!” said Russ cheerfully.
“Ah!” said Earl with a lecherous smile at Gene. “Maybe I’ll crash the party!”
“Would I get a discount?” said Russ, sunnily. He studied Earl. “Though maybe I’ll forgo that.”
Earl smiled sunnily back. “Got a deal!” He looked at the console. “Let’s see. You want two entrees. Let me show you our stock.” He turned, got some keys off the wall, went to a metal door and unlocked it. He looked over his shoulder and said, “Any preference?”
Russ looked at Gene and said, “What are you in the mood for?”
Gene shrugged and said, “Korean?”
“Nah, had oriental at my office going away party last week.”
“Maybe Indian?”
“Hmmm. Not bad. Curry might be a bit of a problem.”
Earl shrugged and said, “Well, let’s look around a bit. Maybe you’ll see what you want.”
He led them into the door and down a hallway. There were grim looking guards every few yards.
“You know, I’ve always liked Italian,” said Russ.
“Hey yeah! Nothing cooks like Italian,” said Gene, nodding.
“Italian it is,” said Earl. “Got a fresh batch.”
“Maybe some Mexican too?” said Gene. “Mexican food is great!”
“That’d be good!” said Russ, enthusiastically.
“Got a run on Mexican,” said Earl. “But I think we have a few left. Italian first, however.” He turned and stopped in front of a large cell with bars. On the other side were six naked young men – Italian young men.
Russ leaned on the bars and licked his lips as he openly admired their muscular forms. The young men cowered against the far wall. Gene joined Russ and asked, “Well? Which one? Or would you like two of them?”
Russ scratched his head and said, “Hmmm, nah. Just one.”
Gene squinted at the young men. “In the mood for cut or uncut?”
Russ said, “Hmmm, cut for the Italian.” He pointed to one young man with slightly curly black hair and full lips and said, “That one.”
“Very good sir,” said Earl, unlocking the cell door and nodding at the nearest couple of guards. The guards went in and, after a bit of a scuffle, grabbed the young Italian. They cuffed him with his hands behind his back and tied a rope at the base of his large male member. He was marched out, the cell door locked, and the rope given to Russ.
“What’s your name, entrée?” asked Russ, holding the rope firmly and drooling slightly as he looked the young man up and down. When the young man, looking surly, didn’t answer, Russ gave a playful yank on the rope.
The young man gasped and said, “Tino!”
“Nice to meet, then eat, you.”
“I bet,” grumbled Tino.
“Now for the second entrée,” said Earl. “What would you like?”
Took a moment for Russ to tear his eyes away from Tino. He said, “I’d like uncut for the next one.”
“Should have uncut Mexican,” said Earl with a dismissive wave as he lead them down the hallway, past cells with young men in them of various nationalities and races. Earl stopped in front of a cell with two young muscular Mexican men.
Russ pointed immediately and said, “That one!”
The object of his attention jerked but didn’t flinch as the guards came in, cuffed him with his hands behind his back, and tied up his male member with a rope. He was led out and Russ eagerly took the rope to his second entrée. He looked in awe at the big penis and balls the Mexican had. “Wow! … What’s your name, entrée?”
“Primo,” said the young Mexican, looking resigned.
“You sure are!” said Gene, shaking his head in wonder.
“One reason the Mexicans went fast,” said Earl, proudly. “Had a batch with above average size.”
“I’d say gigantic!” said Russ. He looked over at Tino’s penis and said, “Tino is above average but not a giant.” He leaned over and licked a nipple of Tino. Tino grimaced. Russ leaned over and licked a nipple of Primo. “Hmmm. Both are pretty tasty. I think they’ll go good together. Tino is lighter color but still swarthy and Primo has that great honey brown color.”
Gene leaned over and licked Primo and then Tino. “Yep, you’re right. I think you made some great selections.”
“Oh goodie,” sourly said Tino.
Russ chuckled and, using the ropes, led the two entrees to the main lobby. There he filled out the proper paper work. Earl put sandals in the entrees feet and gave a “have a great retirement dinner” to Russ.
Russ and Gene, animatedly chatting, walked out and down the street with the two young men being pulled along by their penises. A few passing, muscular men, asked Russ if these were for the retirement party. Russ amiably said yes and he proudly noticed the looks his entrées were getting. They finally made it to the park.
A long haired man with bulging biceps, massive hairy chest, and tight fitting shorts strolled up to Russ carrying a clipboard and asked, “Are you Russ, the guy for the retirement party?’ Russ nodded, admiring the man. “I’m Dick, your party coordinator and the chef.” He looked at the two trussed up young men. “Looks like you made some fine choices. Do you want everybody cooked together?”
“Sure do!” said Russ with a wide smile. “Thought it’d be sexier that way.”
“Sounds good,” said Dick, making a mark on this clipboard. “Your entrees names are?”
“Uh, Tino, Italian, and Primo, Mexican.”
“Good, good.” He looked at Gene.
Gene said, with a smile, “I’m a guest and a good friend.”
“Yes,” said Dick with a small lecherous smile. He then went up to the young men and started to examine them – giving nods of approval and a few admiring grunts. Tino objected when Dick massaged his penis. “Relax, Tino, your sausage is going to get more attention than you want. Might as well get used to the process and relax.”
“You’re not the one getting cooked today!” snapped Tino, face turning red from embarrassment when Dick’s hand fondled his butt then put a few finger up his ass.
“Oh, some day, I will,” calmly said Dick, taking a wipe from his belt, cleaning his hand, then tossing it into the trash. He went up to Primo and did the same thing. Primo only grunted a few times. Dick gave him a sardonic smile and said, “Come on, Primo. It isn’t that bad. You too should enjoy the process. After all, you only got a few hours left.” Primo just gave an irritated grumble. Dick chuckled and said to Russ, “They should loosen up a bit as I cook them. I should screw them first to get an idea of how to prepare them.”
“Oh?” said Russ. “You like to do that? Some chefs don’t.”
“Some are not great chefs like me,” said Dick with a huff. “Pounding an entrée’s butt and feeling their gyrating flesh gives me inspiration in my preparation of them.”
“Oh, good, good!” said Russ, looking like he was drooling.
“But before I do that, can we go over to my tent and we’ll go over a few details?”
“Sure!” happily said Russ. He looked over at his entrees then at Gene.
Dick said, “If Gene wants to start screwing them, go over to that fenced area. We have guards, lube, and some sofas.”
“Good idea!” said Gene, as he took the leashes from Russ and led Tino and Primo over to the fenced area. The guards dutifully took down everyone’s names, locked the gate, and undid the handcuffs and the ropes around the penis. The guards then gave Tino and Primo an injection. “What’s that? Gene asked.
“An aphrodisiac,” said the guard. “Gives them hard-ons easily and let’s them have sex for quite a while. Would you like a smaller dose, sir? Quite safe and will let you enjoy the party for awhile.”
“Sure!” said Gene, offering his arm. He winced only once then took off his clothes, studied the two young hunks, put on some lube and grabbed Tino, tossing him onto a nearby table and giving him a deep kiss with his legs spread. Tino briefly struggled but he succumbed to the kiss – in which Gene seemed to be trying to remove Tino’s tonsils. Then Gene licked Tino’s chest, biceps, legs, and anything else of Tino’s. Then Gene put his dick into Tino’s ass and started humping, face to face.
“I think you’re deranged,” grunted Tino as he grimaced at the action.
“That’s all right,” cheerily said Gene, between grunts. “Your delicious flesh is going to be un-arranged and in my stomach!”
Tino, in spite of himself, grabbed his penis and started to jerk himself off. “Uh, who’s going to eat my dick?”
“Interesting question,” said Gene, eyes closed as he kept humping. “Didn’t think you liked the proceedings.”
“Well, yeah. Guess I might as well go along with it since there’s nothing I can do.”
A crash came from the tent. Tino looked at the tent and Gene also paused in his humping to look over his shoulder. In a moment, Russ came out, naked, followed by Dick, also naked. Russ was rubbing his butt and gave a brief grimace. Dick was wiping his big dick. Both Tino and Gene gave a sigh of appreciation to the magnificent form of Dick. Then Gene gave Tino another tonsil removing kiss and resumed humping.
“Well, well, you’re certainly enjoying Italian,” said Russ as he entered the fenced area and was vetted by the guards, including a shot.
Dick followed, still naked but his clothes over one arm along with his clipboard. Dick made some notes on the clipboard as the guards asked him a few questions. He too got a shot – barely acknowledging the needle entering his arm. He looked up and said to Russ, “Might as well start screwing the Mexican. It may take a few minutes for the Italian to be finished.”
“I hope so!” said Gene, out of his lip lock and humping with his eyes closed and an expression of bliss.
Russ put the Mexican face down on a sofa, put a pillow under his groin to raise the pretty brown butt, and started to screw the hapless hunk. Primo just grunted and grimaced then suddenly blurted, “Harder!”
Russ barked a laugh, and said, as he started pounding Primo’s ass harder, “Glad you’re getting into it!”
Gene came into Tino’s butt. He gave the Italian another deep kiss then removed his penis. “Boy, that was great!”
“Yeah, it was,” said Tino with an air of surprise. He looked longingly at Gene’s dick.
“Well, I better get started,” said Dick, absent-mindedly. It wasn’t until he was in front of Tino, did he even look the young man in the face. Then Tino found himself slung over Dick’s wide shoulder. “Let me see. Oh yes, this’ll do.” He gently plopped Tino on to a chair, turned him over so that Tino was leaning into the chair, lubed his own dick, and started humping Tino.
“Hey! Am I going to be screwed by everyone!” protested Tino.
“Yep, sure are,” said Dick. He grabbed Tino’s face, turned it, and gave him a full kiss – no quite as tonsil sucking at Gene’s but not bad.
“Wait a minute!” said Tino, as he came up for air. “Aren’t you the guy who’s going to kill me and cook me!”
“Sure are,” said Dick, giving Tino another kiss while humping him. He groped Tino as he screwed him.
“You’re seeing how to cook me!” wailed Tino, giving a half-hearted struggle.
“So?”
“So! How you would like to be cooked and eaten!”
“I’m looking forward to it!” said Dick, enjoying the rhythm of his humping.
“What! You’re going to cook yourself today?”
“Nope, not today,” said Dick with a laugh. “But every great chef plans for the day that he’ll become the main course. He gains experience, finds out what makes for great sauces and spices, what garnish to use, the works. Then he figures out how he would like to be cooked.” To Tino’s incredulous expression, he said, “I cooked the man who taught me cooking. He had great ideas on how he should be served. And he was right. Delicious!”
Tino stared at Dick as he was being banged. Then he said, “You’re looney! When are you getting cooked?”
“Oh probably not for a few years. Depends.”
“Yeah,” bitterly said Tino. “Like me and Primo – cooked before we even reach 25! Not fair!”
“Well, that’s the breaks,” said Dick, closing his eyes and humping. “Some get cooked young, some middle-aged, and –”
“And some never at all,” said Tino, directing a pout at a happy Russ banging Primo.
“Well –,” began Dick.
He was interrupted by a baritone voice barking, “Dick! You old short-order cook!”
Dick turned to see Earl. “Hey! What are you doing here, you old flesh peddler!”
“I’m here on invitation, right stud!” said Earl, stepping beside Gene and giving him a playful whack on the butt.
Gene was surprised for a moment, then said, ruefully rubbing his butt, “I guess he did say he’d crash the party.” He called out to Russ, “Hey! Do we let Earl join?”
Russ gave a mighty jerk with his hips, then dreamily said to Gene, “Yeah, sure. Might as well. Give him a pick.”
“Really?” said Earl, looking stunned. “Man! That I didn’t expect.” He put his arm around Gene and said, cozily, “What are you going to pick?”
Gene looked at Tino, who was still being worked over by Dick, then at Primo who was laying, gasping as Russ got up. Then Gene smiled widely and said, “I’ll take Primo!” He went over to the Mexican, turned him over, and started sucking his penis.
Earl shrugged and said, “Well, I guess I’ll get Tino’s.”
“What!” said Tino who then grimaced as Dick released his load. “What does he mean?” demanded Tino as Dick removed his dick.
“He’s going to eat your dick,” said Dick, giving a sigh and standing. He faced Earl and said, “How do you want it cooked?”
“What!” said Tino, alarmed.
“You know you’re getting eaten, so why’re you surprised?” said Earl, rolling his eyes. “I’ll let you know,” said Earl to Dick. Then he went over to Tino, grabbed the young man, turned him over and started giving him a blowjob.
Tino’s eyes were wide as he stared down at the man with his dick in his mouth. He said to Dick, “Man, I’m really going to be eaten, huh?”
“Sure are,” said Dick with a grin. “Don’t worry, I have some great recipes for your dick.”
“I’m surprised you’re not going to eat my dick yourself,” said Tino, rubbing Earl’s bald head in half fascination, half horror.
“Oh, I’ll have my own special cut, don’t worry,” said Dick. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to make more preparations before I take my turn screwing Primo. And I’d relax if I was you. You’re in for some more sex as the guests arrive.”
#
Tino’s face was flushed as was his whole body. He was placed on a table and an attendant started shaving off his body hair. Tino muzzily looked up and saw Dick reading his clipboard and said to the chef, “Boy, you weren’t kidding, were you? I’ve lost count how many times I’ve been screwed and sucked. I even got to do a bit of screwing myself.”
“Yep, amazing aphrodisiac huh?” said Dick, still reading. He raised his eyes to Tino and said to another attendant, “Give him a shave to remove the 5 O’clock shadow and give him a haircut just one step above a crew cut. We want take advantage of that nice hair but not have too much to get in the way of cooking.”
Tino flinched when touched and then giggled a bit, “I’m ticklish!”
“You also look luscious. I have a great recipe for all of you.”
“Really?” said Tino, eyes half closed as he gave into the attendant’s attentions. “That’s nice.”
“After you’re done, put him in the pot,” said Dick to the attendant.
“Pot?” said Tino, eyes opening.
“To relax you and clean you up a bit. Also flavor your skin. You’re going to be baked, don’t worry. Primo is in the pot already.”
“Oh,” said Tino who closed his eyes.
After a few minutes, Tino was lifted by the burly attendant and put over his shoulder. Tino lifted his head for a moment and looked around at all the nude guests – those going to eat him. The guests were enjoying beer and some were enjoying cigars as they chatted with each other. Some guest were enjoying sex with each other. Earl was happily banging Gene and Gene was delighted to be banged. Gene gave Tino a little wave and Tino weakly waved back. Then Tino was tossed into a huge pot. He had to stand to prevent his head from going under the water. He turned and saw Primo smiling at him.
“You look pleased,” said Tino.
“Hey, I’m relaxed,” said Primo.
“Even though you’re going to be cooked alive soon?”
Primo shrugged, grabbed Tino, and said, lips just inches from Tino’s face, “I’ve gotten some perks.”
“Wha—?” started to say Tino when Primo kissed him – tonsil sucking style. When he came up for air, he said, “What is it about me that people love to kiss me?”
“You’re just sexy,” said Primo, grinning ear-to-ear. “And I’m still horny.” He turned Tino around, and started humping him in the ass.
“Oooo!” said Tino, squirming a bit. “That is a HUGE dick! Feels good though. Guess my ass has been stretched quite a bit.”
Primo kept pumping as he said, “I wonder how they’re going to cook us.” He playfully splashed Tino with the soup like substance they were in. “This seems a cross between steak sauce and bullion.”
“Don’t know, but I bet it’s designed to take advantage of our skin,” said Tino, idly splashing the soup. An attendant came up with a bottle and poured it into the pot. “Hey!” said Tino. “How long are we going to be in here?”
“When you’re nice and relaxed and your skin has soaked up the sauce,” said the attendant, taking out a large spoon and giving a quick stir before leaving.
“I bet they’re not going to tell us what the sauce is,” said Tino, giggling. “It’s a secret and they don’t want us to tell.”
Primo nuzzled Tino’s neck as he humped and said, “Boy, are you mellow now.”
“Well, I’ve gotten some perks,” said Tino, reaching back and patting Primo’s face. “Hey, look who’s coming to see check up on his dinner! Old mister retiree himself. Hey Russ! Coming to drool?”
Russ came up to the pot and leaned on the edge and smiled at the young men. “My, you two are great looking entrees.”
“Yep! We are,” said Primo, continuing his humping. Then he squinted at Russ. “Hey, what happened to your 5 O’clock shadow and what the – … Didn’t you have hairy arms and chest?”
Two attendants came up to either side of Russ. Russ smiled at Tino and Primo and said, “Sure did. But entrees can’t have any body hair if they are to make great meals!” To Tino’s and Primo’s astonishment, the attendants lifted Russ up and put him into the pot. Russ waved his arms in the soup for a moment, eyed the young men, and said, “Don’t look so surprised. No one can go much over 70 before the body can’t be compensated for cooking it. This is my retirement from life – and I’m leaving with two handsome studs.”
Primo had stopped his humping and stared at Russ with open mouth. Tino finally said, “You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope, sure aren’t,” said Russ, giving Tino a kiss then kissing Primo. “Hey, guys, what about a three way. Tino, if you could put your dick where the sun don’t shine – namely in me – we’ll get started again.” He turned around and pressed his butt against Tino’s front. He looked back and said, “Come on guys! We don’t have much time left!”
They had sex for awhile until the water got too warm then they leaned back on the side of the pot as attendants put more sauce into the pot and stirred.
“This is relaxing,” said Primo, head on the edge, eyes closed.
“Yeah,” said Tino, one eye propped open. “Too bad we can’t enjoy it longer.” He nodded at the two attendants coming – pushing a rollaway table with a large platter on top.
“Well, I guess we’re sufficiently simmered,” said Russ, stretching and looking over at the rollaway. “Boy, is that real silver?”
“Burnished aluminum, actually,” said the nearest burly attendant. “Great for cooking and easy to clean.” He and his partner grabbed Russ, pulled him out, and placed him in the center of the platter. “The place of honor,” said the attendant with a slight smile. Then they reached in, grabbed Tino and put him on Russ’s right side then yanked Primo and put him on the left side.
“How do you know we won’t get up and – uh – escape,” lazily said Tino, as he settled in. Primo just closed his eyes and relaxed. The attendants didn’t seem too concerned as they wheeled the limp entrée men over to a kitchen area.
Dick was waiting. He smiled at the very relaxed men on the platter and said, “Ah, looks like you’re ready for the next stage.” The three men were put on their sides, still looking very relaxed. Dick took would a hypo and injected each man in the butt. “There, that’ll make cooking you alive a bit better.”
“Ah, thank – UH – you?” said Tino as an attendant shoved some stuffing up his ass.
“Oooo! What is that!” said Primo as the other attendant shoved stuffing up his hole.
“That is my special brand of ass stuffing,” said Dick, who started stuffing Russ.
“Oh, that’s an interesting sensation,” said Russ, tongue hanging out as his innards got stuffed, not in the usual way.
All three entrée men had a butt plug put in to keep the dressing from leaking out – and, as Dick said, “To do double duty as a meat thermometer. Don’t want you guys to burn on this special day, do we?”
“Man, that’s rather – uh …” started to say Tino. He looked down at his penis, that had been flaccid, suddenly get a raging boner. “What’s happening?”
“Just all of you guys getting a hard-on so that your dicks will cook well,” said Dick, as he started tying twine around the base of Russ’s penis. The attendants did the same to Tino and Primo.
“Boy, I didn’t think I was that big!” said Primo, staring at his manhood.
“Oh, just an illusion, I’m sure,” said Dick, amused. “Gene is going to love your penis.”
“And Earl’s gonna enjoy mine,” said Tino, petulantly. “Doesn’t seem fair, somehow … Though who’s going to eat Russ’s?”
“Good old Dick will!” proudly said Russ, fondling his dick. “It’s complicated how he got it but let’s just say I wanted the day to be special and –”
“There was no clear favorite for Russ’s penis so I took it,” said Dick, as he turned Russ to be on his back. “Ethics is a bit tricky for a chef in my position and I am allowed to sample my work as long as I don’t hog the good parts … so typically I don’t get a whole dick. But, occasionally, things work out where I can.” He kept Tino on his side and had his head rest on Russ’s right shoulder then moved Primo, also on his side, to have his head on Russ’s left.
“Oh,” said Tino, as he eyed the attendants binding him. “Uh, what’s happening?”
“You two are going to be ‘cuddling’ up to Russ as the three of you are cooked. We need to make sure you don’t squirm too much,” said Dick, fastening Russ to the platter. Russ’s right leg went between Tino’s legs and the left went between Primo’s. Then Dick had Russ’s arms go around both young men and bound them so that he could not entirely remove his hand from them. Dick put a loaf of bread under Russ’s head to allow him to look around a bit and gave a pull on the softly padded chains. “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to move a little bit.” He grabbed a bowl of sauce, a brush, dipped the brush in the bowl, and started to cover Russ in sauce. The attendants grabbed other bowls and started in on Tino and Primo. “And each of you are having a special flavoring added to your luscious skin.” He grabbed some butter and gave it to the attendants. “Though the young butts will be buttered by my special brand of butter.”
“Boy, this is sickeningly intimate,” said Tino with a scowl as butter was applied to his muscled posterior. “What do you call this recipe? A love feast?”
“I call it Sugar Daddy with two Sweet Young Plums,” said Dick with a sniff. “Though maybe it’s just only sweet plum,” he added, giving Primo an affectionate pat on his buttered butt.
“Gee, thanks,” said Primo, trying to look irked but having a small smile.
A few minutes went by as garnish was added to the platter. Then all three men were sufficiently sauced, buttered, and otherwise prepared on the platter.
“Okay, now for the oven,” said Dick. “You’ll be in there for about 10 minutes on low heat – just enough to get you sweating and add your sweat to the sauce and have the butter get in the butts better. Then we take you out for one more application and pop you back in to cook you … Any questions?”
“Yeah, can’t I sit this one out?” asked Tino, nervously looking at the nearby oven – the LARGE nearby oven.
“Ah, don’t worry, you’ll enjoy the experience,” said Dick with a wave of his hand. Then he and the attendants started pushing the rollaway.
“This is it, guys,” said Russ, his head squirming a bit on the loaf. “I want to thank you for joining me.”
“It wasn’t my idea,” said Tino as the oven door was opened.
“Mine neither,” said Primo, looking wide-eyed as the tray was slipped into the oven.
“Ah, don’t matter,” said Russ with a contented sigh as the oven door was closed. “It’s nice to have both of you anyway.” He looked around a bit and said, “Oh look, a glass door at our feet.”
“Yeah,” said Tino, raising his head to look about also. “And the door we came through is also glass. Guess they want to make sure we don’t escape.”
“I don’t have enough strength to escape,” said Primo with a sigh as he nuzzled a bit into Russ. “Just enjoy the moment.”
“Yeah, right,” said Tino with a scowl. Then he too sighed and said, “Well, I guess it is a nice oven.” The faint roar of flames was heard. “And there is a nice red glow.”
“Getting pleasantly toasty, huh?” said Russ, moving his hands and stroking the young men’s short hair. “Nice to be with my sweet plums.
“I don’t know if I’d call you a sugar daddy,” said Tino.
Dick’s face appeared briefly at the oven window, looking in. Russ, Tino, and Primo all gave small waves. Dick nodded satisfaction and left. A short time later, Gene then Earl showed up. Gene gave them a thumbs up and Earl gave an exaggerated smack of his lips. As the men lay there, sweating, various other men came up to peer into the oven. Many licked their lips in anticipation as they saw the three men being heated.
“Strange that we’re the center of attention,” said Primo.
“Oh, we’re definitely going to be the center of attention when we’re well done,” said Tino, pouting at another young man looking in with a hungry look.
“Yep,” said Russ. “We’re going to be REAL popular in a couple of hours. I predict we’ll be a culinary success.”
“Oh goodie.”
“Ah come on!” said Russ, giving Tino a playful tug on his shoulder. “Admit it. It’s nice to be admired so, right? Even if it is to be eaten.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” said Primo. “Feels good that people like my body.”
“Oh all right,” said Tino, grumpily. “It is nice that my body attracts attention. Even liked all the sex. But I just don’t like the fact I will become shit that gets flushed down the toilet.”
“Well, don't have to worry about a funeral,” said Russ with a chuckle. “They’ll even make a powdered drink out of our bones.”
Before Tino could reply, the oven door opened and they were dragged out.
Dick and the attendants stabilized the tray and he said, “Well, you’re all cooking well.” He started putting more sauce on Russ and the attendants started on the young men. Dick grabbed some butter and buttered up Russ’s dick. “Looking real good. I bet your penis will be a taste sensation.”
“These will be too,” said an attendant as he too buttered Tino’s penis.
The other attendant said, as he buttered Primo’s penis, “I bet Primo will be great – its so big and luscious looking.”
“Thanks,” groggily said Primo.
“Well, gentlemen,” said Dick, applying the last few touches. “Your bodies are pretty well exhausted from all we’ve done to them. But that should help your muscles to relax as they are cooked.” He reached over and grabbed some apples, giving an apple a piece to the attendants. “So I doubt you’ll be talking much anymore. Open please.”
“Hey! I don’t want to –,” Tino’s protest was cut off as the apple was jammed in his mouth.
“Oh boy, at last I –,” said Russ as his talking was interrupted by an apple jammed into his mouth.
“Boy, I’m a long pig now, are—,” said Primo as he too could no longer talk with fruit in his teeth.
“I think all of you will be a great meal!” proudly said Dick, looking them all over with satisfaction. He and the attendants put the three men back into the oven. He turned the dial on the oven up – to cooking range.
Russ gave the two young men a squeeze as the flames in the oven gave a soft roar. He sweated even more and he and the young men squirmed a bit as the tray and the air heated up. But, after a little while, they started nodding off, closing their eyes. Their skin started to get a nice roasted brown color.
After a time, Dick turned down the oven, he and the attendants took out the three men, and he worked an electric saw to open up the cooked individuals. He and the attendants quickly removed the insides, put some stuffing and sauces back in, closed them up, and slid them back into the oven. As delicious smells of the men cooking wafted about the park, Dick and his attendants made meat pies, man sausages from the intestines, and other goodies.
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The tray had been removed from the oven and placed on a large serving table. The guests had eagerly lined up to get their plates filled with delicious man meat. Soon Tino, Russ, and Primo were mainly skeletons on the tray. Some guest went back for seconds. Dick had leaned back with the two attendants across from him and Earl and Gene on either side of him, all of them full.
Dick said, “Russ’s dick was delicious!” He thoughtfully removed a piece of meat from his teeth and said, “Though I think I could improve on the penis recipe.”
“Don’t know how,” said Earl, taking a drag of his after dinner cigar. “Tino’s dick was soooo good! Thought I died and went to heaven!”
“Primo’s dick was also fantastic,” said Gene, rubbing his distended stomach “There was a LOT to enjoy.”
“I noticed you didn’t want to share,” said Earl, casting Gene a look of disfavor.
“Course not!” said Gene, with a small burp. “Fortunately, I was able to keep eating. I thought Russ’s right breast was fantastic. And I loved the piece of Tino’s butt I got. Real tender.”
“Yeah. Tino’s bicep was also pretty good. And I did get a bit of that delectable Primo butt.”
“Yep, everyone had to sample all three men,” said Dick, nodding at his attendants. “Even my attendants, right boys.”
The attendants nodded back, each with a satisfied smile.
“You must get a lot of satisfaction in your work,” said Earl, puffing on his cigar. “Makes what I do all worthwhile. I can ignored the pleas for mercy from my stock knowing there are good chefs like you out there.”
“Yep, you do good work,” said Gene, smacking his lips.
“Glad you two approve,” said Dick. He looked Gene’s nude form up and down with interest and said, “So. When are you going to be eaten? I’d love to do the honors.”
Gene looked over at Earl, thought for a moment, then looked Dick in the eyes. “Guess it depends on who Earl has in stock.” He rubbed his chin and said, “Tell you what, I’ll let you know. Okay?”
Dick wagged his eyebrows and said, “Don’t wait too long.”
The end.
