The Slaughterhouse is highly automated and very busy -- it supplies the beef needs of a large area and it draws on a seemingly endless pool of prime livestock.
The livestock is two-legged, not the usual four-legged variety. There are thousands of fine, healthy young men who are either unskilled or with skills not presently need. This large oversupply of young males, and the ever-increasing need for prime beef has suggested the building of this and several other huge meat packing plants throughout the country. Thus the excess output of the highly efficient breeding centers will be put to good use.
The young men, handsome and well muscled as are all those produced by the breeding centers, and of all varieties of colors, file into the slaughterhouse from the nearby stockades. They are well trained and, despite of their obvious maleness, they move quietly into their destiny. They know well what that destiny is, but they also know it is an honor to serve the greater good in the only way they can. Their average age seems to be about nineteen -- non are younger than eighteen, and few older than twenty. Too young and the meat is not fully developed, too old and it tends to be tougher and stringy.
They approach one of the entry doors. Just inside is the loading dock of the conveyor belt for that door, which consists of an endless chain of X-frames clanking along over a wide, deep trough which will carry away the gallons of blood spilled. Each frame has at its crossing a large metal phallus, and the cross arms have a set of clamps to hold the livestock. Extending vertically above the phallus is an extension to brace the head and neck. It seems to be hinged.
The young males have previously been thoroughly cleaned, inside and out, and have been chemically depilated except for the scalp, and in some cases, the pubic area which was then carefully trimmed. Chemicals were used instead of shaving, as customers would not appreciate the annoyance caused by bristly stubble, especially on the young men set aside for special processing as whole roasts. The strong, virile males are, not-surprisingly, similar in size and build, for males are bred for uniform height and proportions, for both economic and aesthetic reasons. And it makes the task of the butchers far simpler.
At the entrance several pairs of brutish
25-year-old guards wait as the young men file in through the curtained
Each pair loads one youth on one of the X-frames as the conveyor belt moves along. They seize the youth by shoulder and thigh and force him down on the tapered phallus of the frame. The young man screams, but the scream is only an open mouth as the sound is masked by the din of the conveyor belts. His arms and legs are positioned for the automatic clamps to seize them. A band is brought around the handsome head, clamping it to the vertical post. The band usually happens to cover the eyes and ears, possible reducing the panic the youth might feel if he could see what occurred further along the conveyor as it snakes back and forth through the great chamber. Adrenalin does not improve the flavor of the beef. As the belt moves the impaled young man away, the installers rejoin their fellows at the door to await yet another victim. There was a quota to meet.
The youth's hands and feet overhang the ends of the X-frame, and as his frame reaches the first robot station shears reach out, snap closed, and hands and feet fall into a moving screen that carries them to the pickling vats. The blood drains through the screen into the trough below and on into the collecting basins. Occasionally an operator would remove a pair of hands or feet from the screen to save them for something special.
The second robot is the "castration station," as it is known to the maintenance crew. Male genitals bring a high premium and care is taken to ensure a neatly-done gelding. An ultrasonic wand quickly induces a rock-hard erection despite of any pain and terror the young stud feels. The organ rears up to a 45 angle, pulsing, and the testicles draw up tight. As ejaculation approaches, a cap is placed over the penis end, forcing the youth's semen to remain in his tube, some backing into the bladder. The presence of the juice in the penis is said to enhance flavor.
As the penis stops jerking, the robot brings out a long thin razor knife. The scalpel enters the young man's abdomen just above the penis root and begins a circular route through the skin, moving close to the rigid organ, down and crossing just behind the ball sack and up the other side. The organ had remains stiff since needles had injected a coagulating fluid along it as orgasm occurred. The scalpel had made its cuts around the genitals only skin deep, but as it reached the top of its travel again, it stabs deeper, severing the ligament that holds the penis upright. This knife now withdraws and a broad, axe-type knife appears from the base of the phallus forced into the youth's anus. The new knife chops sharply into the perineum just forward of where the inner penis structure turns up towards the bladder. A clamp is already holding the penis forward of the scrotum. It retracts and the entire genital organ group separates from the youth's body. The external parts are perfectly preserved in their aroused state while the lately internal parts appear as a skinless bundle of three rigid cylinders. The organs are laid aside; later they will be used in special dishes, or carefully preserved in their natural colors and textures to form useful objects -- coat hooks, etc. or to be sold to the tourists as souvenirs, decorations and so forth. Also, certain of the supervisors had large collections of variously colored and shaped genitals mounted along the walls of their dens.
Our youth is now bleeding copiously, the blood running down the floor channel in thick stream. He is still alive, writhing in his bonds, his mouth uttering unheard screams. He had been able to see what was happening to his manhood and his training was not enough to calm him as his life's blood spouted from the collapsed genital area between his thighs.
At the next station the dismemberment is completed. As the X-frame moves slowly ahead, axe heads swing out, chopping through the elbows and knees. His lower legs and forearms fall to a secondary belt that carries them to a cold room. As the frame moves further along, small chain saws swing up between his legs, sawing up and out along the groin line, and the thigh and haunch pieces fall. The saws move on up along the body till they reach the armpits and the youth's upper arms and shoulders join his others parts on the secondary conveyor.
The young man is gasping, his lungs desperately trying to oxygenate the little remaining blood. His eyes are rolling back into his head. Suddenly the upper part of the vertical post supporting his head bends backward, carrying the head with it. There is a sharp snap as vertebrae break and dislocate, the spinal cord tears apart. An axe blade chops down and the handsome head, eyes wide open, tumbles into a conveyor basket.
At the end of the main conveyor belt two naked, muscular brutes lift the dismantled, lifeless torso off the impaling phallus and jam it onto a long spit which emerges from the bloody neck-stump. The spit is on another conveyor, and the spit is turned to horizontal and rotates as it moves away. Whirring knives trim off pectorals, back muscles and other remaining torso meat. The intestines are pulled out through what had been the anus; the abdomen is slit open crotch to sternum and heart, lungs, liver and kidneys pulled out. The torso is now hollow and as it nears the end of the conveyor line; ribs and thick abdominals are cut away to be smoked. The remaining bones with what little meat still clings are dumped into a huge, steaming stew pot where they are simmered overnight into a flavorful soup stock. Scraps mangled by the axes are thrown into the broth. Sometimes hands or feet too -- even forearms if they are too scrawny for roasting.
Part 2, the Spit
The spitting of a young man who is to be cooked as a 'whole roast' is necessarily a precision operation. The stainless steel spits are single-ended, the unsupported ends sharp, and of a standard height above floor level. The pointed ends must not be allowed to emerge from the roast-to-be anywhere, neither from his head or his upper chest, or anywhere else on his body, as it forces its way through. The roast must not be disfigured in any way.
The night before the event he was chemically depilated except for scalp and pubes, where the hair was trimmed but retained for cosmetic reasons.
The morning of the spitting the handsome and muscular youth was brought into the room containing the necessary apparatus. He was well and solidly built -- he had been in training for months to form a perfect body for the fate chosen for him. His facial and bodily structure had been recognized early on as ideal for that destiny. His beautiful muscles retained just enough fat to ensure a tender and flavorful cut.
The youth was placed on a carefully calibrated table, flat on his back, his arms to his sides and his legs just slightly apart. The height of the table was adjusted so the sharply pointed end of the spit would enter the body at the precisely correct point, and the table was inclined slightly so the spit would travel through the body aimed directly at the center of the base of the neck. The adjustments made, the youth and the table were clamped securely.
A circular cut was made around the youth's anus, a wire was drawn from a small windlass below the table's end and it was fastened to the detached end of the cloaca. The windlass turned and the intestines were slowly drawn out of the man's abdomen -- first the large intestine, then the seemingly endless small intestine. There was a short halt, the tubes stretched, then something inside tore and suddenly the youth's stomach appeared, torn off from the base of his gullet. The cavity left by the removal of the digestive apparatus was quickly filled with a specially seasoned 'stuffing' provided by the chefs.
A catheter was placed into the young man's bladder through his penis. The urine was drained out and replaced by a rich red wine, after which the opening of the penis was sealed shut once the catheter was removed. During the cooking, by both radiant and microwave heat, the bladder would burst, flooding the stuffing with the wine's flavor. Surprisingly, it has been found that the removal of the guts caused little trauma and bleeding in those being prepared for roasting. Once the bladder had been prepared, one of the under chefs applied an ultrasonic wand to the sensitive under side of the penis head. The organ quickly engorged and erected stiffly, the foreskin pulling back to reveal the handsome, shining glans. The wand was again applied and the youth soon shot his load. The meatus being sewn shut, the semen was retained in the tube as planned; during the cooking it would add a special flavor to the delicacy the penis would become.
Preparations completed, a switch was thrown and the wheeled table and its burden was drawn slowly toward the sharp free end of the spit. The point punctured the youth's perineum at the intended spot and continued its slow progress through the young body. The traumatized youth was moaning, his body trembling and jerking against the clamps as the spit moved through its torn interior. It slid between his kidneys, possibly puncturing the bladder, then on up towards his lungs. It pushed aside the off-center heart and entered the torn-off esophagus. The chefs could saw the neck swell as the spit-head moved through it into the youth's gasping mouth. A sharp crunch was heard as the point broke through into the brain cavity and halted. The young body gave one final spasm within its bonds, and the handsome youth was dead.
Once the oils and condiments had been rubbed in, his magnificent body was ready for the roasting fires.
Part 1, the Entry
As customers entered the restaurant's foyer they saw the long line of roasting pits. Each of the pits supported its own spit, underneath which was the radiant heat source, and also a microwave unit and a grill. The air conditioning units were arranged not only to cool, but to spread the delicious cooking odors throughout the area.
The spits were already loaded with their succulent young men who were complete in all their male glory. The last spit on the left had just been brought in from the loading room and the handsome youth glistened with cooking oils, his skin glowing pinkly.
As customers looked down the row of cooking
pits they could see how the skin tone changed from the pink-white of the
newly started young men on the left to the deep suntan-like brown of the
well-dones on the right as the roasts slowly cooked.
An extra coating of some preparation had been applied to each head, lower arms and legs, the hands and feet, and especially to the genitals, to prevent excess shrinkage or charring of those parts.
The youths had been rendered hairless except for the scalp and the pubic area, and the viscera had been removed and replaced by a special 'stuffing,' the formula for which was a house secret. The heart, liver, kidneys and certain other organs lay on the grills below the spits, ready for a quick broil.
The tourists and visiting VIPs would watch, almost hypnotically, as the spits slowly rotated the roasting bodies. The arms were fastened straight to the torsos, sides, the legs fastened straight out along the spits which entered the bodies between them. The spits were not visible elsewhere, as they did not protrude through the heads or anywhere along the bodies. It was a beautiful sight.
As the young men turned, came face up and continued to rotate, their balls would flop over to the other thigh and then dangle as they turned under; their cocks would remain stiffly hard, arching over the trim abdomens. As the heat increased, those organs would engorge even further, the no-char oil preventing excess distortion and scorching.
The two young men at the far right had been thoroughly cooked and their spit no longer turned. The last youth, being slightly less than perfect, had already been partly carved, destined for one of the lesser banquets upstairs. His right shoulder and arm were already gone, as were his genitals, and a chef was severing his neck.
The youth next to him was being pulled off his spit onto a large silver serving platter where he would be surrounded with various garnishments before being taken upstairs to the large banquet where he would be the centerpiece of the main table.
Each of the round secondary tables would have a handsome blond head as centerpiece, surrounded by a circle of broiled genitals.
The whole young man was, as customary, roasted to a deep tan and his glistening body looked like he had just stepped from a sauna bath.
His large cock was a deep brown and beautifully erect, arching over his concave and muscular abdomen to a point beyond his navel. The balls were huge in their extended pouch and were up tight to the base of the cock. A white paper flower would be placed in the exposed opening of the glans to represent the semen that it would no longer eject.
part 2, a Private Dining Room
The maitre-d', already knew the VIP customer's preferences: first, for appetizers, a Caucasian body builder, hard muscled, very well developed for his age, about nineteen and well-hung (seven or eight inches, unmutilated, with a full and heavy sack).
Later the VIP would demand an oriental. But now, the maitre-'d was leading the first chosen youth to a position close to the diner's chair.
The handsome young male stood there at
parade rest, his head and shoulders well back, his blue eyes staring straight
ahead, seemingly at the erotic scenes of athletic youths painted on the
His pelvis was rotated forward and his legs were planted well apart, and the customer smiled, fondling his youth's glorious manhood.
The handsome youth's body was flawless, well oiled, and hairless except for the public bush. The diner was well pleased and told the maitre-d' so.
The maitre-d' moved the youth to a position directly in front of the VIP, separated from him by a narrow table.
"Do you wish to prepare the dish yourself, or shall we do it in the pantry?"He knew very well what the answer would be, and he knew also exactly the appetizer the customer would want.
"Yourself? Good. I shall explain as we go along."The maitre-d' handed the diner a short ultrasonic wand, then picked up a short transparent tube with a flexible bulb on the end. The VIP inserted the tube into the end of the youth's full but dangling penis. He then applied the wand to the underside of the hooded penis head, and the organ began to engorge and stiffen.
As soon as the skin began to retract and bare the glans, the diner dropped the wand and began stroking the underside of the head with his fingers -- he loved to feel the velvety skin before he ate.
Soon the cock had soared rigidly skyward, jerking wildly as the young man's juices gathered. The maitre-d' quickly went to a side table, returning with a large hypodermic.
The young man suddenly gasped, threw his head back and started to pump his hips. His semen shot down to tube into the ballooning receptacle at the end, stretching it hugely. His scrotum tried to draw his testicles up tightly to the base of his prick, but the balls were so heavy they still hung well below.
The maitre-d' jabbed the stiff cock in several places; the young man in his ecstacy did not even notice. The maitre-d' did not need to explain to his customer that the fluid he injected not only included a flavor enhancer, but also a catalyst that instantaneously coagulated the blood, maintaining the stiff erection indefinitely. It was also self neutralizing and would not affect the diner.
An assistant chef brought in a cart which bore a saute pan with its alcohol burner, a selection of condiments, serving plates, and an interesting-looking small battery-powered machine.
"Sir, do you wish to continue with the rest of the preparation, or shall I do it myself, to speed things along?"While the diner considered, the chef removed the tube from the upright penis and opened the semen-collecting bulb to begin preparing the sauce for the restaurant's famous C&B Special.
The customer nodded to the maitre-d', who replied,
"Good. I will do the rest myself, except for the one thing the diner must do himself."The maitre-d, picked up what appeared to be a scalpel and with his left hand pulled down on the young man's scrotum. The knife sliced quickly all around the bag just under the cock and then jabbed inward just at the center.
He made a sharp jerk downwards and the bag came off, leaving the heavy testicles hanging in the open. The bag itself was stiff from the injections and would make a handsome little bowl to contain the sauce the chef was preparing next to the diner.
As he handed the customer a pair of ornate gold scissors engraved with the crossed cock-and-balls insignia of the restaurant, the maitre-d' said,
"There is the one thing that anyone ordering the C&B Special must always do for himself. You must remove his manhood yourself!"Two quick snips of the scissors and the balls fell heavily onto a silver dish, the cut ends of the ball cords retracting up into the youth's flat abdomen.
The maitre-,d asked,
"Do you like them thin-sliced or thick?"
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The customer fed the two organs into the portable slicer the maitre-d' held. The slices emerged from the other side of the machine, arranged neatly on the silver saute pan.
The maitre-d' considered a moment and suggested that the diner do the rest himself.
The VIP took the slicer and held it to the end of the young man's hard and erect cock and slowly pressed it back towards his abdomen. The slices of the cock, beginning with the purple-trimmed head slices, arranged themselves neatly in layered perfection on the silver dish between the already-sliced balls. When the cock had been sliced all the way to its base, the pan was handed to the under-chef for a quick sauteing and the addition of the semen sauce.
The young man's preparation must have been a bit less thorough than usual, or perhaps the dish had taken longer to prepare, for the fellow's handsome head shook briefly, then his eyes fluttered open. They looked down at the platter of neatly arranged slices of genitals, then down at himself. With a low moan the young gelding collapsed to the floor.
The maitre-d' snapped his fingers and two waiters rushed in. They were instructed to remove the young man very carefully, as his duty in the restaurant was not yet done. They knew that the young body was to be cooked and served later at the large banquet upstairs and must not be further disfigured, even though as a gelding he could not be served whole at the main table, but rather as parts at the lower tables. The handsome head, though, would be a feature of the first table.
The maitre-d' apologized for the disturbance.
The VIP rebuffed the apology,
"Not at all -- it was interesting.For a short diversion the VIP diner went out to the main dining hall to watch a few moments of the entertainment there. Two youthful muscle studs were attempting and apparently succeeding to hack each other to death with short swords.
"I've had only the appetizer and would like another course. This time an oriental, same age and build. But I will remove the organs myself and I would like to grill them whole, as I know you have a small grill of the type used for hotdogs and the like.
"And may I retain the small bowl you made from the -- ah -- bag of the previous young man?"
The blond had already lost most of his
genitals and his left ear. The brunette had lost his left arm and was already
bleeding profusely when the blond with a desperate lunge sliced off the
head of the other man with such force it flew across the stage, into the
audience of diners.
The blond then hacked off the fallen man's
genitals and threw them at the diners. They flew right by our VIP diner
-- so close he would have been hit if he hadn't quickly turned to the side
and leaned back.
Other guests were startled momentarily at the daring do of the blond on stage!
The blond held his hands up in victory. He grinned and laughed as the spectators laughed and applauded. He felt heady. He felt giddy. And he felt weak.
One of the diners had grabbed the other fighter's cock and balls off the floor and tossed them back to the blond. He held them in the air then brought them down to his lips and lightly sucked on the bloody scrotum.
Everyone laughed. The blond hammed it up, holding the balls tight and fisting them like they were still attached and he was pummelling them on a living man -- he even winced at the pretend screams.
But suddenly he was gasping for breath. Then he started staggering. He swooned, realizing he must be loosing blood. He wiped his sticky left ear but couldn,t feel it -- only a slick, sticky goo. He rubbed it with the cock and balls in his hand, harder and harder, to get rid of the itch.
The young fighter stopped scratching, squinting his eyes and scrunching his eyebrows, questioningly. He held his hand out in front of him and saw the blood all over the cock and balls.
He looked puzzled and dropped them to the floor with a wet, sticky thu-splat. Then he scratched his ear with his fingers. It didn't feel right.
He held his hand back in front of him again. His fingers were covered with the bright, red blood.
His eyes widened with the horror of truth -- he had been wounded in the fight -- if not enough to kill him, enough to make him undesirable. -- The best he could expect from life would be hard labor until he died from exhaustion.
He looked down. He saw his genitals were almost all gone. -- He would not even be fit as a draft animal! He would be tortured to death -- with as much pain as he could possibly endure for as long as he could possibly endure -- all specially tailored to his body and mind! -- Tortured for the sole purpose of torture -- no one probably would even watch. It would all be done in an isolation cell, monitored by computers -- everything just for the ideology of it.
Quickly, before he weakened beyond the ability to take his fate into his own hands, the blond fighter grabbed his short dagger tight then quickly sliced his own throat.
The VIP was not particularly amused by all this barbarism -- true, the fighters were incompetent and both deserved to die -- probably very painfully for their incompetent performance, but still this was just too crude for our VIP's "educated sensibilities"!
The rest of the audience, however, did appreciate the show. They cheered wildly at the suicide -- it redeemed the otherwise amateurish performance.
-- The applause brings on an "encore" team as the VIP leaves.
The VIP walked passed another display where meat was being butchered.
Here the young men were trussed "western style" and roasted over a roaring hickory fire for that "good, down home flavor".
He seated himself at that same narrow table. To his right was the portable grill, its line of rotating metal rods glowing in the light of the infrared heating elements. To his left was another table with an array of knives and other implements, including the ultrasonic wand, the semen collector and the hypodermic.
The customer had decided to this time dispense with the Maitre-d's service and do the entire preparation himself. Seated comfortably, he spread the embroidered napkin and pressed the button to call in the next course.
There was a knock at the door and two large, nude young studs brought in his next course -- the young man was the oriental he had specified.
This young man was discretely restrained
and silenced on an unobtrusive wheeled metal frame.
The young man's strongly muscled arms were raised and secured behind his neck, flaring his chest with a full lat-spread, V-ing his torso right up his arms.
His handsome face was calm, resigned to his fate. His soft, brown eyes were open, politely looking at the man who would soon eat him alive -- or kill him first, which ever pleased him more. When appropriate, he looked down -- also appropriately subserviently submissive.
The VIP looked over his dinner. The position of the arms emphasized his well-developed muscles as well as expanding his deep and almost hairless chest and drawing in his trim abdomen with its sleekly rounded muscle groups. His slow, calm breathing made his nipples rise and fall ever so slightly, like the ripples on a nearly still lake. It was very poetic.
The VIP let his eyes slide down the young man's lightly quivering abdominals to what was going to be his entree -- the fat, long sausage. -- His heavy genitals hung free between his spread legs.
With his hips were supported and held well forward by the large phallus firmly imbedded in his ass, as was the common mounting method, the balls were pulled up and forward, cradling the cock like a fat hen setting on a couple oversized eggs.
The two naked stud-slaves brought the frame close to the table and locked it in place. The young oriental's genitals hung just above the far edge of the narrow table at which the VIP sat.
The two youths stepped around the table, one to each side of the customer, and presented the erections to him. He gave each a few strokes and then dismissed them.
As they passed the frame on their way out of the room, the serving slaves switched on the ultrasonic vibrator in the supporting phallus. The oriental's flaccid penis started to engorge. The diner picked up the wand and applied it to the underside of the youth's cock, and the erection quickened. It soon reached its maximum, arching almost vertically, the foreskin drawing back from the shiny purple glans.
The wand was withdrawn, and the hypo replaced it, injecting its fluid in several places along the cock and into the ball sack as well. As described before, the fluid the needle contained would be reacting with the blood in the oriental's genitals, converting it to a jelly-like mass that would keep the organ hard and erect long after orgasm and would not harm the diner.
This time the customer would receive his youth's ejaculations fresh from the source -- he would not bother to convert them into a sauce as before. He gently caressed the beautiful genitals just under the flaring cockhead.
Suddenly the young body began to shoot. The diner grasped the jumping cock, aimed it, and spurt after spurt of the white juice shot directly into his gaping mouth. So large were the great gobs of semen being ejected that he nearly choked as he tried to swallow fast enough to keep ahead.
The flow of semen having slowed to a dribble,
the diner wiped his lips and picked up one of the scalpels. It slid around
the youth's scrotum, close beneath the rearing penis, and after another
quick slice to sever the central partition of the bag.
There was a quick yank downwards and the scrotum came away in the customer's hand, was laid aside to join his large and well-known collection of genital souvenirs ("opened to the public on special occasions").
The young man's bulging testicles sagged down
to rest on the table as their weight stretched the suspending cords. In
his haste to get the scrotum out of the way, the
VIP failed to notice the fine, almost invisible hairline scars on the bag,
hidden by fat, floppy cock. And he failed to notice matching scars
on the outer shells of each testicle.
It is doubtful that the young man himself knew about them, for they had probably been caused during the extensive physical prep he had undergone on his arrival at the special section of the Meat Market the week before, the section reserved for the young males expected to yield the primest beef.
Two flicks of the ultra-sharp scalpel and the balls were rolling free on the table. A different knife was brought into play and the tough outer shells and the cord ends were removed from the organs, exposing the tender seed-generating cores. Then the seed balls were laid on the turning rods of the small grill to broil in the infrared heat.
The customer retrieved the first knife, seized the young man's rampant erection, drew the knife around its base, brushing aside the thick pubic hair. The rock-hard organ came off in his left hand -- there was no spurt of blood, the injections having done their work.
All during the procedure the customer had been looking into his victim's eyes, alternately watching his own destruction of the youth's manhood. The boy was gelded, no longer a man, but there was little reaction during the cuttings (aside from his own -- he had come in his pants as the balls fell to the table). There were only a few gasps and moans and clenching of muscles.
The youth had been well trained since before puberty. He had known what his destiny was and he had been proud that he had made the prime section.
He also knew that hundreds of other youths were destined for the gladiator sections, the military, and the entertainment sections -- and all would be dead by the age of twenty-one.
He knew it was all for the good of the race -- the human race, not his own oriental race, for there were no longer psychological differences among the races -- the various colors and eye-shapes merely provided visual variety.
Like all the other young men destined for service at the restaurant, he accepted all these facts without reservation.
This young man did not know, however, that he had become the pawn in a conspiracy by those with reason to fear the VIP-customer who was about to consume his most precious parts.
The severed, still erect cock had been placed on the grill. Although still stiff, it had lost some of its arching curve and rotated easily, along with the peeled testicles, on the little grill. -- It was cooking like a fat sausage, with small splits along its sides.
It looked and smelled so delicious! The VIP could hardly wait! He rolled the fat cock back and forth with his knife. Then he poked his knife into the sausage. Fatty juice oozed out and crackled and sputtered on the hot coals -- smoking so absolutely deliciously, the VIP could wait no longer.
He stabbed the fat glans with his knife. It had expanded like a mushroom head -- like a small umbrella, partly separating from the stalk of the penis.
The aroma from the stuffed meat was intoxicating! The VIP sliced the mushroom tip into several thin wafers. He lifted one to his tongue and shivered with delight at the lightly spiced flavor.
But before he could even chew the tasty savory, pellets imbedded within the testicles reached a certain critical temperature. The balls detonated with a roar!
The metal in the room was untouched. But the organs on the grill had disappeared with the rest of the meat.
The most conspicuous "survivor" in the
room was the mounting phallus -- the same as each and every mounted young
man is impaled on -- to hold him in place invisibly, but not "unpainfully".