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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My body was getting amazing! I was turning into a bodybuilder. Me! In my 40s, gaining and not losing muscle. And I owed it to Carl, who was behind me, grinning ear to ear as I posed in front of the gym mirror. Carl was at least 10 years older, dark but graying hair, but was also muscular. When I joined the local gym, he struck up a friendship with me and gave me some amazing powder.
I rubbed my bulging chest with glee and turned to Carl, “Man, oh man! I can’t believe it! So buff.”
“And you can get – uh – buffer? Or is it more buff,” drawled Carl in that baritone of his. He had a 5 O’clock shadow that completed his bushy mustache and rugged good looks. “Hey, Stu! Why not come over to my place for pizza? We’ll go over how to get more muscle on that bod of yours.”
“Really, more?” I said, staring at my well-defined body.
“Sure, why not!”
So I went to his place for some pizza and some workout planning. But after the pizza I found out he wanted some dessert – in the form of me. I wasn’t exactly experienced in sex – though I had messed around a bit when I was a teenager. But I was a bit incompetent in the sex category (straight or gay) so I was a bit of a loner. However, it was amazing with Carl. I licked his hairy chest, he licked my less hairy chest (I was blond and only had fuzz on my pecs), and then he took his big dick and rammed it into me. I almost passed out but once he got going it was heavenly! My dick wasn’t as big but I also did him.
After we were done, he thoughtfully looked at my dick and said, “Seem to have a grower, not a shower. Want it to be a shower? Bulge a bit along with some big hanging balls?”
I, of course, said yes. And he brought out a strange device, gave it to me, told me how to use it, kissed me (with a lot of tongue), and sent me on me way – with more muscle powder of course. In my apartment, I hooked it up, placed my dick and balls in it, and turned it on. Wow! I felt like I had several orgasms in just a few minutes. Actually it was just feeling since I didn’t cum. But I was panting when the device turned off. I couldn’t get it going and was about to call Carl when I noticed the instructions said it would work only once a day … Sigh. I put it away and got ready for bed.
The next couple of months were amazing. Carl and I had sex only about once every two weeks, but it was great! He said he wasn’t the committing kind and that he was doing some others. But I didn’t care at this point. I kept using the machine. I now had a dick about as big as his. And it was a shower! Wow and wow! … But how was that possible? And how about that miracle powder? Why wasn’t it being marketed? Still, it was great and Carl distracted me.
After one session of sex with him, Carl said, “Well, Stu. I think you’re ready.”
“Ready for what?” I said, lying on the bed, panting.
“To spend the night,” he replied, licking my nipple. Then he thoughtfully added, “Among other things.”
“What other things?”
“You’ll find out,” he said, giving me a toothy grin, then snuggling up to me … that should have warned me.
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I woke up the next morning – not in Carl’s bed. It took me a moment before I realized I was in a cell. It was a clean cell with one of those combo sink/toilet units in the corner you see in movies. However, the bed was a queen and not a standard issue twin bed. It was utilitarian but looked in good shape. I was only wearing some shorts. I got up, went to the cell door and yelled out the small barred window. Nothing.
I shrugged and went over to the toilet, did my business, looked around for toilet paper, saw a small control, pushed a button and – whoa! – my ass got sprayed and cleaned real fast! … This is interesting. A bidet in prison? And why am I in prison? I must have said the last thing out loud because a voice came from the door, “You’re not in prison.”
The door opened and a heavily muscled guy came in. His face was rugged and had a scar or two on it, his massive biceps had cheery tattoos of skulls and toothy dragons, his bulging pecs were covered with brown hair, and he wore a leather vest and nothing else. I gaped seeing his big dick dangling.
He smiled toothily and said, “You like, huh?” I just gaped a bit more. He then said, “I repeat, you’re not in prison.” He waved at the cell. “This is just temporary while you relax and your bowels empty.”
“Uh, my bowels?” I didn’t like the sound of that.
“Oh course,” he said. “You’re invited for dinner tomorrow.”
“Well I’m vegetarian and –”
“And me and my pals aren’t!” he said, barking a laugh. “You could say that we’re humanitarians … and we want to get to know you AND three other friends REAL well!”
“Humanitarians? Um, what do you mean?” I said, getting a sinking feeling.
He stepped up and felt my bicep. It compared favorably with his bicep – which seemed to please him … and he licked his lips – which gave me a sinking feeling. “Well, we got a little racket going on. We discovered a powder that increased muscle mass, reversed aging a bit with the older set, and fixed quite a few health problems. Unfortunately, it had a minor side effect – sudden death in a few years. But we found out that if we eat those who took the powder, we’d become muscle men, reverse age a bit, fix a few health problems yet allow us to live longer. Made us smarter too, made a few inventions for ‘dinner’.” He licked his lips again as he looked me up and down. “Have to eat a couple times a year to maintain our great bods and minds … and that powder that make our subjects tastier – especially the vegetarians!”
“What!” I said, panting. “Y-you’re cannibals. A-and you’re going to –”
“Eat you and three other men, of course,” he said chuckling. He grabbed me and pressed me to him. “Also, one other thing it does is make both the eater and the eatee very horny.”
“B-but …” I stammered, feeling his massive dick get hard. My dick also started getting hard. I couldn’t help it. This was ridiculous! I’m to be a main course. Yet it also excited me.
He smiled at me and he felt my boner. “By the way, I’m Mac … Glad to me you, main course.” He reached over, ripped off my shorts, and plopped me onto the bed. Then he got on top of me, gave me the deepest kiss I ever had, with tons of tongue, reached into his vest pocket, grabbed some lube, flipped me over, lubed me up and jammed his dick into me. I know I cried out in pain, but I didn’t want it to stop either! He was like an octopus as he drilled me – feeling just about every part of my body and saying how delicious I was going to be. Then he came into me, filling me up. He flipped me again and started to lick every part of me then sucked me. It took an hour as he had his way with me. Even had me drill him and suck him. He made comments on how much of his body I was going to become as I licked his huge chest and suckled on his big tits.
Then it was over. He got up, panting and with a big grin on his face and said, “Well my great little long pig. Get some rest.” He pointed to what looked like a picture. “That’s a TV. We got cable.” He winked at me and said, “I think you’re going to have a few more visitors tonight. Try to keep that great ass of yours together until we can cook it tomorrow.”
I blinked as he left, whistling. I picked up what looked like a remote, pointed it at the picture, and got cable … Man, I’m now glad Carl stretched me out. I had a feeling I’m going to need to be stretched!
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I never knew I could have too much sex! I had two other brutes come and see me later on. One was an East Indian with a big cock, of course. It was interesting with all that muscle and dark skin pressed against me. The other was a red head that made me red when he was done. What was interesting was that there were a couple of teenagers, they looked like they were in their 20s but they both just turned 18 and wanted sex. The red head was an uncle of one of them and he watched proudly as they did me, giving instruction, of course.
The young men slept with me. I didn’t know whether to feel honored or used. Then they got up, used the toilet, and got out a packet. The taller dark haired one said, “Come on over, piggy. We need to give you an enema.”
I could protest but it seemed a bit rude. Even though they were cannibals-in-training and I was their “first”. I obediently went over. The other was a blond and he grabbed me and bent me over. I grunted as the enema was stuck into me. I felt the warm water. Then I sat down on the toilet and emptied myself. They did me a few times before the door opened and the uncle came in.
“How’s he doing?” he asked in his deep voice.
“Take a look,” said the blond and I emptied myself again.
“Good, good,” rumbled the uncle. “Now put down the tarp and put him on the bed.” They did so and uncle brought out a razor and started to shave me – all over my body. I tried squirming but the young men kept me down. He cut my hair short but not too short so I wasn’t going to be bald – some mercy. Uncle then gave a grunt of satisfaction to my hairless bod. “Bring him out and we’ll introduce him to the other diners.”
They each took an arm and I was marched out. There were several massive cannibals about. A couple of them were screwing a young man. A couple more were doing a black man, with a touch of gray. Must be the other entrees. I looked around for a third before the dark haired youth grabbed me and started screwing me. The blond dropped down in front of me and started sucking.
The uncle, rather proudly, said, “Here’s my nephew.” He pointed to the dark haired one. “And his friend.” He pointed down to the blond busily sucking me. The blond gave a little wave. The other cannibals laughed and applauded.
“Looks like they’re going to be fine cannibals!” came the call from the crowd.
When they were done with me, I sagged, only to be lifted up and given a drink – which I had to take or gag. It was some sort of an aphrodisiac – super powered one. A couple more goons came up and did me. One actually was quite handsome. I didn’t think I had it in me.
Then Mac came over when the last couple finished me. He grabbed me, gave me that deep kiss again, threw me over his shoulder, and started walking. The other cannibals chuckled as I went by: some blew me kisses, some made smacking noises and rubbed their stomachs meaningfully, while others just looked at me, ass in the air and face in Mac’s back, with hunger in their eyes. Mac stopped, said, “Next to the last stop,” and dropped me into … a huge pot!
“You’ve got to be kidding,” I said, feeling the warm water.
Mac laughed and said, “We need to get ya cleaned up and skin tenderized. Also relaxed before we chop ya up and cook ya.” He reached in and playfully splashed me. “Besides, your cooked parts and three other men will make a fine cannibal stew. An old cannibal recipe.” He gave me another kiss. “Besides, it’s too good up to pass up make a stew with Stu.”
“I’m glad you’re amused,” I grumbled.
“Ah, you’ll make a great stew, Stu!” He walked way chuckling.
I tried to leverage myself out but the pot was too smooth and my arms were strangely weak. “Forget it,” came a familiar voice behind me. “That drink they gave you made you horny but also passive. Can’t escape the pot. Even if you did, they’d catch you and plop you back in in a minute.”
I closed my eyes, growled, turned around, opened them, and spat out, “Carl! You fink!”
Carl was lounging on the opposite side of the pot, putting a cigar to his mouth, lighting it with one match, and puffing it. He too had been shaved all over and no longer had his mustache. He grinned around his stogie and said, “Fink? I’m in the same pot, if you notice.”
“Yeah,” I said, frowning and puzzled. “Why did they give you a cigar if they’re going to eat you?”
He took a drag of his cigar and blew a cloud. “I got a few privileges.”
We were interrupted with an arrival – a young man I saw being screwed got plopped in. Then another came – the black man. The cannibals explained what was going to happen and walked off, laughing. Both the young man and the black man tried get out and failed. Carl explained the facts of pot life to them. We introduced each other. The young man was Mark, the black man was Theo, and they stared at me for a moment when I said my name was Stu.
Is my name that ironic? Oh well. To break the silence, I said to Carl, “All right, now what about these privileges that allow you to have a cigar?”
He took his cigar out of his mouth, winked at me and said, “You’re right, I am a fink. My job was to recruit a few for ‘dinner’ as I enjoyed my new bod. Had to make them muscular and get a big cock for fine dining so to speak. However, I too was to be eaten, eventually. It’s rare for a recruiter to turn cannibal also.”
“Huh? But why do it if you knew what was going to happen?”
“Oh the cannibals are real careful whom they get to be recruiters,” Carl said, putting his cigar back into his mouth. “They have a pretty good psychological system for picking them.”
“Yeah!” spat Theo. “I had a young dude give me a great line.” He pointed to himself. “This is the healthiest I’ve been in years.”
“Me too,” sulkily said Mark. “I thought he was my friend. Only I saw him having sex with some of those big bruisers.”
“That is one benefit to the job,” said Carl. “Get to visit as they eat your clients. You, of course, never get any man meat to become a cannibal.”
“Yeah,” said Theo. “I saw the dude that recruited me. Wanted to go over and pound him but I had a massive cock up my butt!”
“Well, if it’s any consolation,” said Carl, thoughtfully puffing. “They’ll eventually end up on the dinner plate.”
“Great,” moaned Mark, turning and mournfully putting his arms on the edge of the pot. “We’re now meat.”
I felt my dick throb as I looked at his backside. I can’t do this, not here, not …
“Hey! What are you doing!” protested Mark as I shoved my cock up his butt.
“Well, you said we’re meat anyway and I’m so horny and you’re so hot! Man, you have a great butt!”
“Oh geesh, getting screwed by gaffers,” he protested but closed his eyes in pleasure as I started rocking and nuzzling his neck.
The Theo asked Carl, “When are you going to be done with that cig?”
Carl took a drag, blew a smoke ring and tossed the cig out. “Done. Wanna get it on?”
I glanced back to see Carl getting his ass drilled with black dick. We all grunted for a while. A cannibal came up, dumped in some veggies – made sure some landed on our heads – and said, “Good piggies. Get all relaxed so you’ll chop up easy.” He walked away, humming.
We cummed and we leaned again the side panting. Mark looked sideways at me, then embraced me, gave me a huge kiss, turned me around and started in on me. Carl did the same to Theo. Another cannibal came over with a paddle, whistling softly, and stirred the contents. “Well, don’t have to stir much,” he jovially said. “You guys most certainly getting the contents churned!”
Another round of orgasms arrived before we switched. I got Theo’s big black dick in me and I moaned as he humped me. Then I humped Theo. Carl and Mark also did each other. The water had gotten warmer and our sex drive seemed to run down. That was all right since Carl and I had humped each other in the past. The water was starting to steam. Another cannibal came over, dumped more vegetables in, took a paddle, stirred and actually ladled the broth onto each of our heads. We protested but he said, “Come, come, piggies, need to get you all set.”
The warming water was comfortable. We lay back, as best we could without sinking, and gave each other footsies and rubs. Just as we were getting real relaxed, a cannibal came up and said, “Well, it’s time.” He reached over and grabbed Carl. The dripping naked man was plopped over the muscled shoulder of the cannibal.
Carl waved at us and cheerfully said, “Here I go to be chopped up!”
A few minutes later, the Indian cannibal came over and grabbed Theo in the same way as Carl. Theo also waved and said, “Nice screwing you guys. Hope we cook good!”
Mark and I looked at each other in trepidation. We were too drained for any more sex but we fearfully cuddled each other. It took a while before another cannibal came and grabbed Mark. He waved good-bye as cheerfully as he could and said, “Won’t forget you!”
“Not as long as you live,” I muttered to myself. “Only be a few minutes I suspect.”
It took a few minutes, but Mac finally showed up, as I expected. “Now for the final ‘Stu’ ingredient for our man stew!” he happily boomed. He grabbed me and flung my wet bod over his shoulder.
“I bet you’re really enjoying this,” I darkly muttered.
“You bet I am!” he said with sickening cheerfulness. “Don’t be such a sour puss. You and the others will make a fine stew, Stu.”
“Yeah, I bet they will,” I said, into his back.
“Well, let’s ask them. Hey! Carl! Theo! Think you’ll cook up good?” He turned and I saw a table – with Carl and Theo in pieces. Their heads were separated from their bodies. They looked like they were just napping. A couple of buckets seemed to hold their organs. Their pecs, arms, and legs were on a chopping block. Cannibals were busy chopping them up and chatting with each other. The butt cheeks some how looked comical lying on a tray along with their dicks and balls. But, strangely enough, there wasn’t that much blood. “Hmmm, nothing to say, huh boys?” said Mac, giving my butt a playful whack. He started walking again.
“So, you’re going to butcher me?” I croaked, getting over my shock.
“Oh, no, not me,” he said as he came up to a table and plopped me onto it, in a sitting position. It was obviously for butchering. He pointed backwards with his thumb at another man, “Him.”
There behind Mac was a man that seemed to define what masculinity was. He had jet-black hair, perfect chest hair, and huge tits sticking out. He was slowly getting out of a jump suit. My attention was broken only briefly when I looked over to another table and saw Mark licking the tits of another ultra macho man – dark skinned and looking down at Mark with a strange mixture of lust and hunger. When my attention returned, I was staring straight at my butcher’s dick. He didn’t even speak as he shoved it into my mouth. I controlled my gagging reflex as he fucked my mouth. Then an explosion of cum filled me. I had to swallow or choke. Then he brought me up to lick his chest. Mark was prone and being energetically being fucked, face to face, with his legs up in the air and the butcher’s massive butt bobbing up and down. I was in heaven, suckling his tits, getting excited even though I knew he would kill me. Mark gave a loud cry of ecstasy as his butcher came. Then my butcher disengaged me from his tit, laid me down, reached back, grabbed a cigar, lit it, and gave me a hungry look through the smoke. I glanced back at Mark. He was strapped to the table. The dark haired young man was bringing Mark’s butcher a large cleaver.
My attention came back as my legs were lifted as my cannibal mounted the table. Grinning at me through his cigar, he shoved his dick in me, took out his cigar, gave me a kiss, and laid us both down. His head was on the opposite side of Mark so I had a good view of what was happening with my young friend. As my butcher gave his first thrust, I saw the cleaver come down and chop off Mark’s head. The dark haired young man tilted the table and hooked up a device to the corpse. It hummed as it drained the blood. Mark’s butcher also did a few things that I couldn’t see to Mark’s head then walked away, swinging the head by the hair.
After a few minutes, the device was disconnected and the dark-haired young man, along with the butcher, started carving up Mark. I felt strange, with my arms around my butcher’s massive and hairy back with him puffing on his cigar as he fucked me. Yet I felt so utterly excited and alive – of course that will change soon. I gave a cry of ecstasy too as my butcher came in me and I also came. My butcher kissed me and said, low and husky, “You’re going to be a good hunk of meat.”
He got up, strapped me down, and I saw the blond young man come with the cleaver. He smiled at me as my head was tilted back by my butcher. My butcher said, “You’re going to be a part of me… Stu.” With that, the blade descended.
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The four men were cut into pieces but not too small. Then they were either grilled or baked. When nicely brown, the pieces, along with the heads and dicks, were put into the pot and cooked. As the sun set, the cannibals all gathered around the huge pot with long eating implements and poking around, eating parts of Stu, Carl, Theo, and Mark. It was an interesting sight of naked muscled men surrounding the pot, energetically searching for meat or enthusiastically eating, and exclaiming when they got a treasure like a dick, or a ball, or a butt, or a pec, or whatever. They did like the heads as they ate the eyes, lips, and whatever other pieces of meat were there. When there were no more pieces of their “dinner guests”, the cannibals lay about under the torches and smoked cigars and had beers.
The three recruiters were giving blowjobs to the cannibals.
Mac was picking out pieces of, what he sure was Stu, out of his teeth when he asked Stu’s butcher, “How did you like Stu?”
“Pretty good,” said the butcher, puffing his cigar and enjoying a blowjob from Mark’s recruiter. “I really get a kick out of my profession –meet and eat some fine men.” He caressed the recruiter’s head. “Really feel like a macho man.”
“Look like one too,” said Mac, nodding in appreciation.
He moaned briefly, enjoying his dick being sucked, then said, “Well, gotta give the long pig a fine send off. Just can’t hack and slash. Not sexy or professional. Gotta give’em a Wham, Bam, then Whack before you say ‘Thank you man’.” Then he burped and said, “Excuse me.”
“Looks like Stu agrees,” said Mac, going back to picking out Stu out of his teeth … He too gave a Stu-like burp.
-End-
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My body was getting amazing! I was turning into a bodybuilder. Me! In my 40s, gaining and not losing muscle. And I owed it to Carl, who was behind me, grinning ear to ear as I posed in front of the gym mirror. Carl was at least 10 years older, dark but graying hair, but was also muscular. When I joined the local gym, he struck up a friendship with me and gave me some amazing powder.
I rubbed my bulging chest with glee and turned to Carl, “Man, oh man! I can’t believe it! So buff.”
“And you can get – uh – buffer? Or is it more buff,” drawled Carl in that baritone of his. He had a 5 O’clock shadow that completed his bushy mustache and rugged good looks. “Hey, Stu! Why not come over to my place for pizza? We’ll go over how to get more muscle on that bod of yours.”
“Really, more?” I said, staring at my well-defined body.
“Sure, why not!”
So I went to his place for some pizza and some workout planning. But after the pizza I found out he wanted some dessert – in the form of me. I wasn’t exactly experienced in sex – though I had messed around a bit when I was a teenager. But I was a bit incompetent in the sex category (straight or gay) so I was a bit of a loner. However, it was amazing with Carl. I licked his hairy chest, he licked my less hairy chest (I was blond and only had fuzz on my pecs), and then he took his big dick and rammed it into me. I almost passed out but once he got going it was heavenly! My dick wasn’t as big but I also did him.
After we were done, he thoughtfully looked at my dick and said, “Seem to have a grower, not a shower. Want it to be a shower? Bulge a bit along with some big hanging balls?”
I, of course, said yes. And he brought out a strange device, gave it to me, told me how to use it, kissed me (with a lot of tongue), and sent me on me way – with more muscle powder of course. In my apartment, I hooked it up, placed my dick and balls in it, and turned it on. Wow! I felt like I had several orgasms in just a few minutes. Actually it was just feeling since I didn’t cum. But I was panting when the device turned off. I couldn’t get it going and was about to call Carl when I noticed the instructions said it would work only once a day … Sigh. I put it away and got ready for bed.
The next couple of months were amazing. Carl and I had sex only about once every two weeks, but it was great! He said he wasn’t the committing kind and that he was doing some others. But I didn’t care at this point. I kept using the machine. I now had a dick about as big as his. And it was a shower! Wow and wow! … But how was that possible? And how about that miracle powder? Why wasn’t it being marketed? Still, it was great and Carl distracted me.
After one session of sex with him, Carl said, “Well, Stu. I think you’re ready.”
“Ready for what?” I said, lying on the bed, panting.
“To spend the night,” he replied, licking my nipple. Then he thoughtfully added, “Among other things.”
“What other things?”
“You’ll find out,” he said, giving me a toothy grin, then snuggling up to me … that should have warned me.
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I woke up the next morning – not in Carl’s bed. It took me a moment before I realized I was in a cell. It was a clean cell with one of those combo sink/toilet units in the corner you see in movies. However, the bed was a queen and not a standard issue twin bed. It was utilitarian but looked in good shape. I was only wearing some shorts. I got up, went to the cell door and yelled out the small barred window. Nothing.
I shrugged and went over to the toilet, did my business, looked around for toilet paper, saw a small control, pushed a button and – whoa! – my ass got sprayed and cleaned real fast! … This is interesting. A bidet in prison? And why am I in prison? I must have said the last thing out loud because a voice came from the door, “You’re not in prison.”
The door opened and a heavily muscled guy came in. His face was rugged and had a scar or two on it, his massive biceps had cheery tattoos of skulls and toothy dragons, his bulging pecs were covered with brown hair, and he wore a leather vest and nothing else. I gaped seeing his big dick dangling.
He smiled toothily and said, “You like, huh?” I just gaped a bit more. He then said, “I repeat, you’re not in prison.” He waved at the cell. “This is just temporary while you relax and your bowels empty.”
“Uh, my bowels?” I didn’t like the sound of that.
“Oh course,” he said. “You’re invited for dinner tomorrow.”
“Well I’m vegetarian and –”
“And me and my pals aren’t!” he said, barking a laugh. “You could say that we’re humanitarians … and we want to get to know you AND three other friends REAL well!”
“Humanitarians? Um, what do you mean?” I said, getting a sinking feeling.
He stepped up and felt my bicep. It compared favorably with his bicep – which seemed to please him … and he licked his lips – which gave me a sinking feeling. “Well, we got a little racket going on. We discovered a powder that increased muscle mass, reversed aging a bit with the older set, and fixed quite a few health problems. Unfortunately, it had a minor side effect – sudden death in a few years. But we found out that if we eat those who took the powder, we’d become muscle men, reverse age a bit, fix a few health problems yet allow us to live longer. Made us smarter too, made a few inventions for ‘dinner’.” He licked his lips again as he looked me up and down. “Have to eat a couple times a year to maintain our great bods and minds … and that powder that make our subjects tastier – especially the vegetarians!”
“What!” I said, panting. “Y-you’re cannibals. A-and you’re going to –”
“Eat you and three other men, of course,” he said chuckling. He grabbed me and pressed me to him. “Also, one other thing it does is make both the eater and the eatee very horny.”
“B-but …” I stammered, feeling his massive dick get hard. My dick also started getting hard. I couldn’t help it. This was ridiculous! I’m to be a main course. Yet it also excited me.
He smiled at me and he felt my boner. “By the way, I’m Mac … Glad to me you, main course.” He reached over, ripped off my shorts, and plopped me onto the bed. Then he got on top of me, gave me the deepest kiss I ever had, with tons of tongue, reached into his vest pocket, grabbed some lube, flipped me over, lubed me up and jammed his dick into me. I know I cried out in pain, but I didn’t want it to stop either! He was like an octopus as he drilled me – feeling just about every part of my body and saying how delicious I was going to be. Then he came into me, filling me up. He flipped me again and started to lick every part of me then sucked me. It took an hour as he had his way with me. Even had me drill him and suck him. He made comments on how much of his body I was going to become as I licked his huge chest and suckled on his big tits.
Then it was over. He got up, panting and with a big grin on his face and said, “Well my great little long pig. Get some rest.” He pointed to what looked like a picture. “That’s a TV. We got cable.” He winked at me and said, “I think you’re going to have a few more visitors tonight. Try to keep that great ass of yours together until we can cook it tomorrow.”
I blinked as he left, whistling. I picked up what looked like a remote, pointed it at the picture, and got cable … Man, I’m now glad Carl stretched me out. I had a feeling I’m going to need to be stretched!
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I never knew I could have too much sex! I had two other brutes come and see me later on. One was an East Indian with a big cock, of course. It was interesting with all that muscle and dark skin pressed against me. The other was a red head that made me red when he was done. What was interesting was that there were a couple of teenagers, they looked like they were in their 20s but they both just turned 18 and wanted sex. The red head was an uncle of one of them and he watched proudly as they did me, giving instruction, of course.
The young men slept with me. I didn’t know whether to feel honored or used. Then they got up, used the toilet, and got out a packet. The taller dark haired one said, “Come on over, piggy. We need to give you an enema.”
I could protest but it seemed a bit rude. Even though they were cannibals-in-training and I was their “first”. I obediently went over. The other was a blond and he grabbed me and bent me over. I grunted as the enema was stuck into me. I felt the warm water. Then I sat down on the toilet and emptied myself. They did me a few times before the door opened and the uncle came in.
“How’s he doing?” he asked in his deep voice.
“Take a look,” said the blond and I emptied myself again.
“Good, good,” rumbled the uncle. “Now put down the tarp and put him on the bed.” They did so and uncle brought out a razor and started to shave me – all over my body. I tried squirming but the young men kept me down. He cut my hair short but not too short so I wasn’t going to be bald – some mercy. Uncle then gave a grunt of satisfaction to my hairless bod. “Bring him out and we’ll introduce him to the other diners.”
They each took an arm and I was marched out. There were several massive cannibals about. A couple of them were screwing a young man. A couple more were doing a black man, with a touch of gray. Must be the other entrees. I looked around for a third before the dark haired youth grabbed me and started screwing me. The blond dropped down in front of me and started sucking.
The uncle, rather proudly, said, “Here’s my nephew.” He pointed to the dark haired one. “And his friend.” He pointed down to the blond busily sucking me. The blond gave a little wave. The other cannibals laughed and applauded.
“Looks like they’re going to be fine cannibals!” came the call from the crowd.
When they were done with me, I sagged, only to be lifted up and given a drink – which I had to take or gag. It was some sort of an aphrodisiac – super powered one. A couple more goons came up and did me. One actually was quite handsome. I didn’t think I had it in me.
Then Mac came over when the last couple finished me. He grabbed me, gave me that deep kiss again, threw me over his shoulder, and started walking. The other cannibals chuckled as I went by: some blew me kisses, some made smacking noises and rubbed their stomachs meaningfully, while others just looked at me, ass in the air and face in Mac’s back, with hunger in their eyes. Mac stopped, said, “Next to the last stop,” and dropped me into … a huge pot!
“You’ve got to be kidding,” I said, feeling the warm water.
Mac laughed and said, “We need to get ya cleaned up and skin tenderized. Also relaxed before we chop ya up and cook ya.” He reached in and playfully splashed me. “Besides, your cooked parts and three other men will make a fine cannibal stew. An old cannibal recipe.” He gave me another kiss. “Besides, it’s too good up to pass up make a stew with Stu.”
“I’m glad you’re amused,” I grumbled.
“Ah, you’ll make a great stew, Stu!” He walked way chuckling.
I tried to leverage myself out but the pot was too smooth and my arms were strangely weak. “Forget it,” came a familiar voice behind me. “That drink they gave you made you horny but also passive. Can’t escape the pot. Even if you did, they’d catch you and plop you back in in a minute.”
I closed my eyes, growled, turned around, opened them, and spat out, “Carl! You fink!”
Carl was lounging on the opposite side of the pot, putting a cigar to his mouth, lighting it with one match, and puffing it. He too had been shaved all over and no longer had his mustache. He grinned around his stogie and said, “Fink? I’m in the same pot, if you notice.”
“Yeah,” I said, frowning and puzzled. “Why did they give you a cigar if they’re going to eat you?”
He took a drag of his cigar and blew a cloud. “I got a few privileges.”
We were interrupted with an arrival – a young man I saw being screwed got plopped in. Then another came – the black man. The cannibals explained what was going to happen and walked off, laughing. Both the young man and the black man tried get out and failed. Carl explained the facts of pot life to them. We introduced each other. The young man was Mark, the black man was Theo, and they stared at me for a moment when I said my name was Stu.
Is my name that ironic? Oh well. To break the silence, I said to Carl, “All right, now what about these privileges that allow you to have a cigar?”
He took his cigar out of his mouth, winked at me and said, “You’re right, I am a fink. My job was to recruit a few for ‘dinner’ as I enjoyed my new bod. Had to make them muscular and get a big cock for fine dining so to speak. However, I too was to be eaten, eventually. It’s rare for a recruiter to turn cannibal also.”
“Huh? But why do it if you knew what was going to happen?”
“Oh the cannibals are real careful whom they get to be recruiters,” Carl said, putting his cigar back into his mouth. “They have a pretty good psychological system for picking them.”
“Yeah!” spat Theo. “I had a young dude give me a great line.” He pointed to himself. “This is the healthiest I’ve been in years.”
“Me too,” sulkily said Mark. “I thought he was my friend. Only I saw him having sex with some of those big bruisers.”
“That is one benefit to the job,” said Carl. “Get to visit as they eat your clients. You, of course, never get any man meat to become a cannibal.”
“Yeah,” said Theo. “I saw the dude that recruited me. Wanted to go over and pound him but I had a massive cock up my butt!”
“Well, if it’s any consolation,” said Carl, thoughtfully puffing. “They’ll eventually end up on the dinner plate.”
“Great,” moaned Mark, turning and mournfully putting his arms on the edge of the pot. “We’re now meat.”
I felt my dick throb as I looked at his backside. I can’t do this, not here, not …
“Hey! What are you doing!” protested Mark as I shoved my cock up his butt.
“Well, you said we’re meat anyway and I’m so horny and you’re so hot! Man, you have a great butt!”
“Oh geesh, getting screwed by gaffers,” he protested but closed his eyes in pleasure as I started rocking and nuzzling his neck.
The Theo asked Carl, “When are you going to be done with that cig?”
Carl took a drag, blew a smoke ring and tossed the cig out. “Done. Wanna get it on?”
I glanced back to see Carl getting his ass drilled with black dick. We all grunted for a while. A cannibal came up, dumped in some veggies – made sure some landed on our heads – and said, “Good piggies. Get all relaxed so you’ll chop up easy.” He walked away, humming.
We cummed and we leaned again the side panting. Mark looked sideways at me, then embraced me, gave me a huge kiss, turned me around and started in on me. Carl did the same to Theo. Another cannibal came over with a paddle, whistling softly, and stirred the contents. “Well, don’t have to stir much,” he jovially said. “You guys most certainly getting the contents churned!”
Another round of orgasms arrived before we switched. I got Theo’s big black dick in me and I moaned as he humped me. Then I humped Theo. Carl and Mark also did each other. The water had gotten warmer and our sex drive seemed to run down. That was all right since Carl and I had humped each other in the past. The water was starting to steam. Another cannibal came over, dumped more vegetables in, took a paddle, stirred and actually ladled the broth onto each of our heads. We protested but he said, “Come, come, piggies, need to get you all set.”
The warming water was comfortable. We lay back, as best we could without sinking, and gave each other footsies and rubs. Just as we were getting real relaxed, a cannibal came up and said, “Well, it’s time.” He reached over and grabbed Carl. The dripping naked man was plopped over the muscled shoulder of the cannibal.
Carl waved at us and cheerfully said, “Here I go to be chopped up!”
A few minutes later, the Indian cannibal came over and grabbed Theo in the same way as Carl. Theo also waved and said, “Nice screwing you guys. Hope we cook good!”
Mark and I looked at each other in trepidation. We were too drained for any more sex but we fearfully cuddled each other. It took a while before another cannibal came and grabbed Mark. He waved good-bye as cheerfully as he could and said, “Won’t forget you!”
“Not as long as you live,” I muttered to myself. “Only be a few minutes I suspect.”
It took a few minutes, but Mac finally showed up, as I expected. “Now for the final ‘Stu’ ingredient for our man stew!” he happily boomed. He grabbed me and flung my wet bod over his shoulder.
“I bet you’re really enjoying this,” I darkly muttered.
“You bet I am!” he said with sickening cheerfulness. “Don’t be such a sour puss. You and the others will make a fine stew, Stu.”
“Yeah, I bet they will,” I said, into his back.
“Well, let’s ask them. Hey! Carl! Theo! Think you’ll cook up good?” He turned and I saw a table – with Carl and Theo in pieces. Their heads were separated from their bodies. They looked like they were just napping. A couple of buckets seemed to hold their organs. Their pecs, arms, and legs were on a chopping block. Cannibals were busy chopping them up and chatting with each other. The butt cheeks some how looked comical lying on a tray along with their dicks and balls. But, strangely enough, there wasn’t that much blood. “Hmmm, nothing to say, huh boys?” said Mac, giving my butt a playful whack. He started walking again.
“So, you’re going to butcher me?” I croaked, getting over my shock.
“Oh, no, not me,” he said as he came up to a table and plopped me onto it, in a sitting position. It was obviously for butchering. He pointed backwards with his thumb at another man, “Him.”
There behind Mac was a man that seemed to define what masculinity was. He had jet-black hair, perfect chest hair, and huge tits sticking out. He was slowly getting out of a jump suit. My attention was broken only briefly when I looked over to another table and saw Mark licking the tits of another ultra macho man – dark skinned and looking down at Mark with a strange mixture of lust and hunger. When my attention returned, I was staring straight at my butcher’s dick. He didn’t even speak as he shoved it into my mouth. I controlled my gagging reflex as he fucked my mouth. Then an explosion of cum filled me. I had to swallow or choke. Then he brought me up to lick his chest. Mark was prone and being energetically being fucked, face to face, with his legs up in the air and the butcher’s massive butt bobbing up and down. I was in heaven, suckling his tits, getting excited even though I knew he would kill me. Mark gave a loud cry of ecstasy as his butcher came. Then my butcher disengaged me from his tit, laid me down, reached back, grabbed a cigar, lit it, and gave me a hungry look through the smoke. I glanced back at Mark. He was strapped to the table. The dark haired young man was bringing Mark’s butcher a large cleaver.
My attention came back as my legs were lifted as my cannibal mounted the table. Grinning at me through his cigar, he shoved his dick in me, took out his cigar, gave me a kiss, and laid us both down. His head was on the opposite side of Mark so I had a good view of what was happening with my young friend. As my butcher gave his first thrust, I saw the cleaver come down and chop off Mark’s head. The dark haired young man tilted the table and hooked up a device to the corpse. It hummed as it drained the blood. Mark’s butcher also did a few things that I couldn’t see to Mark’s head then walked away, swinging the head by the hair.
After a few minutes, the device was disconnected and the dark-haired young man, along with the butcher, started carving up Mark. I felt strange, with my arms around my butcher’s massive and hairy back with him puffing on his cigar as he fucked me. Yet I felt so utterly excited and alive – of course that will change soon. I gave a cry of ecstasy too as my butcher came in me and I also came. My butcher kissed me and said, low and husky, “You’re going to be a good hunk of meat.”
He got up, strapped me down, and I saw the blond young man come with the cleaver. He smiled at me as my head was tilted back by my butcher. My butcher said, “You’re going to be a part of me… Stu.” With that, the blade descended.
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The four men were cut into pieces but not too small. Then they were either grilled or baked. When nicely brown, the pieces, along with the heads and dicks, were put into the pot and cooked. As the sun set, the cannibals all gathered around the huge pot with long eating implements and poking around, eating parts of Stu, Carl, Theo, and Mark. It was an interesting sight of naked muscled men surrounding the pot, energetically searching for meat or enthusiastically eating, and exclaiming when they got a treasure like a dick, or a ball, or a butt, or a pec, or whatever. They did like the heads as they ate the eyes, lips, and whatever other pieces of meat were there. When there were no more pieces of their “dinner guests”, the cannibals lay about under the torches and smoked cigars and had beers.
The three recruiters were giving blowjobs to the cannibals.
Mac was picking out pieces of, what he sure was Stu, out of his teeth when he asked Stu’s butcher, “How did you like Stu?”
“Pretty good,” said the butcher, puffing his cigar and enjoying a blowjob from Mark’s recruiter. “I really get a kick out of my profession –meet and eat some fine men.” He caressed the recruiter’s head. “Really feel like a macho man.”
“Look like one too,” said Mac, nodding in appreciation.
He moaned briefly, enjoying his dick being sucked, then said, “Well, gotta give the long pig a fine send off. Just can’t hack and slash. Not sexy or professional. Gotta give’em a Wham, Bam, then Whack before you say ‘Thank you man’.” Then he burped and said, “Excuse me.”
“Looks like Stu agrees,” said Mac, going back to picking out Stu out of his teeth … He too gave a Stu-like burp.
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