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General Discussion / Re: How would you like to be cooked?

« on: October 04, 2025, 04:50:30 PM »

I have very lightly re-written this to make it more complete and readable.

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Others have asked this question before but not quite in this way, I think.

In your fantasies, do you want to be cooked alive? Or would you rather be killed before you are cooked?

First, I must emphasize that everything I post here is fantasy, and fantasy only. I am not looking for someone in real life to hook up with me, someone to hang me, cook me, and eat me in real life. Fantasy only.

If you want to play virtual fantasy games, maybe we can talk. Maybe. I would love to be hanged while I am wearing a white shirt and a necktie in fantasy role play. But I have no idea of how to do that. And I will ignore, block, and delete anyone who tries to make the fantasy become real. You can hang me, cook me, and eat me while I am wearing a white shirt and a necktie in fantasy role play, but not for real. I like being alive, and I intend to stay that way, thank you.

I haven't posted anything for a long time. I was hoping that other folks would post something new by now. I find the stories, the questions, the answers, the discussions, and the pictures posted here to be very stimulating, but everyone has their own needs and expectations, and I understand that.

I would change the wording of the second question if I were to ask it today. I would ask, "Or would you rather be executed before you are cooked?" Being executed is more a part of my fantasies then simply being killed. One is part of a satisfying ritual in which I would be willing to take part; the other is simply what happens in an abattoir. I am not interested in the latter. But I am interested in being fantasy executed before I am fantasy cooked and fantasy eaten by fantasy cannibals.

Though I would lose the sensation and thrill of being cooked alive if I were executed before I was cooked, sometimes in my fantasies, I try to find a way to magically make both of these happen. I yearn to be hanged while I am wearing a white dres shirt and a necktie, and I similarly yearn to be cooked and eaten while I am wearing the same delicious white dress shirt and necktie that I was wearing when I was hanged.

I am not opposed to anyone having a fantasy of being a cannibal or of being cannibal fare. As for me, I am a man, but all are welcome, of course. LGBTQ & Everyone Else, too. I do not discriminate. I would be a hypocrite otherwise. How could I honorably have the unusual fantasy desire to be eaten by cannibals if I did not honorably accept the fantasy desires of others? And make no mistake. I definitely want—in fantasy--to be eaten by cannibals, to become a special meat meal for someone else, specifically after I have been hanged and cooked while I am wearing a white dress shirt and a necktie.

At this point, I should probably explain that when I fantasize about being hanged, cooked, and eaten while I am wearing a white dress shirt and a necktie, I mean that I am completely clothed, too, of course, when I am hanged. Along with a white dress shirt and a necktie, I wear navy blue, charcoal grey, khaki, or black slacks; navy blue or black socks; shiny black leather dress boots fastened with a strap and a buckle; and a shiny black leather belt when I am hanged.

But the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks will wisely remove my boots and my belt before they cook me after they have hanged me because the leather would spoil the taste of my meat when I am cooked, and they don’t want to do that. My delicious, untainted meat is the most important thing about me that interests the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks. But I don’t mention the other clothes in subsequent discussions. They are implicit. I just say that I am wearing a white dress shirt and a necktie.

Even though I want to wear a white, cotton, button-down, long-sleeved, oxford cloth dress shirt, and a necktie when I am hanged, other white cotton dress shirts will do the job just as well when I am hanged, cooked, and eaten.

I can also wear a white, cotton, button-down, long-sleeved, pinpoint oxford cloth dress shirt; a white, cotton, tab collar, long-sleeved, pinpoint oxford cloth dress shirt; a white, cotton, point collar, long-sleeved, pinpoint oxford cloth dress shirt; or a white, cotton, spread collar, long-sleeved, pinpoint oxford cloth dress shirt when I am hanged.

The important thing is that I am hanged while I am wearing a white, cotton, a long-sleeved dress shirt and a necktie. I will a hang and cook just as well no matter what kind of white, cotton dress shirt I am wearing, and I will taste just as good when I am eaten after I have been hanged and cooked by the Very Hungry Hangwomen & Cooks.

In my case, I would be happiest and most satisfied if I were eaten by female cannibals. Specifically, I want them to hang me while I am wearing a white, cotton long-sleeved dress shirt, and then to cook me and to eat me while I am still wearing the white, cotton long-sleeved, dress shirt that I was wearing when I was hanged.

I cannot emphasize that enough. I must be hanged while I am wearing a white, cotton long-sleeved dress shirt, and then cooked and eaten while I am still wearing the same white, cotton, long-sleeved dress shirt that I was wearing when I was hanged.

I am the perfect, subservient, BDSM slave match to the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cook dominatrices. They want to hang me while I am wearing a white dress shirt and a necktie, and then to cook me and eat me while I am still wearing the same delicious white dress shirt and the necktie that I was wearing when I was hanged. And I want them to hang me, cook me, and eat me. We are perfect for each other. They are very hungry. I want very much to be their meat.

I am driven into a frenzy of victim’s desire to be meat for someone’s dinner when I fantasize about myself being hanged while I am wearing a white, cotton long-sleeved, dress shirt, and a necktie, and then cooked, and then eaten. I am having a small orgasm just thinking about it while I am sitting at my desk writing up my fantasy while I am wearing a white dress shirt and a necktie. And remember—this is all fantasy and fantasy only. I am not looking to hook up in real life with someone who wants to hang me, cook me, and eat me for real. Fantasy only.

I refer to the female cannibals in my fantasies both as “femcans” as the term is used here (like the term “femdoms” means “female dominatrices”) and "the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks," a descriptive term that I have invented because it accurately describes what they are going to do to me. They are going to hang me, cook me, and eat me and they will always wear white shirts and sometimes neckties when they do.

I call their male assistants "The Assistant Hangmen & Cooks." They always wear white dress shirts and neckties when they assist the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks hang me and cook me while I, too, am wearing a white dress shirt and a necktie. Sometimes the Assistant Hangmen & Cooks also share in eating me when they are invited to do so as a reward by the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks for having done an especially good job helping them to hang me and cook me.

The Assistant Hangmen & Cooks are, however, in a unique and tenuous position. They know that they are the expendable slaves of the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks, much as I am. Therefore, they always wear white dress shirts and neckties because they know that they may at any time be hanged, cooked, and eaten by the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks.

The Assistant Hangmen & Cooks try very hard to execute the orders of the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks swiftly, completely, and without error or complaint so that they themselves will not be hanged, cooked, and eaten. They are especially intent upon executing the order of the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks when those orders are to execute me, that is, to hang me and cook me while I am wearing a white dress shirt and a necktie.

Though I am open-minded, I _do_ have some specific fantasy desires when I am hanged, cooked, and eaten.

As I’ve said, I want to wear a white, cotton, long-sleeved, button-down, oxford cloth dress shirt; a necktie; navy blue, charcoal grey, khaki, or black slacks; black or dark blue socks; shiny black leather dress boots; and a shiny black leather belt when I am hanged.

As they prepare me to be hanged, I want the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks and the Assistant Hangmen & Cooks to tie my wrists tied together behind my back while I am still in my cell where I will await my inevitable and unavoidable fate terrified: I am going to be hanged, and there is nothing that I can do to change that.

I want to be forcibly marched to the gallows to be hanged while I am wearing a white dress shirt and a necktie. The hanging procession will consist of the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks wearing white dress shirts and neckties if they so desire; the Assistant Hangmen & Cooks wearing white dress shirts and neckties; and me, the victim, wearing a white dress shirt and a necktie.

The Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwoman & Cook who is going to hang me will lead me by a rope around my neck to the gallows to be hanged. I cannot escape. No matter what I say and do, I am going to be hanged.

The Assistant Hangmen & Cooks will clamp their hands firmly on my shoulders, my arms, and my belt as they march me to the gallows to be hanged while I am wearing a white dress shirt and a necktie. I will be very turned on when I feel their strong hands grasping me, preventing escape or delay. I will feel so good that I would even at that point volunteer to be hanged just to feel them holding me so tightly. I cannot escape. No matter what I say and do, I am going to be hanged.

It is made very clear by the aggressive actions of the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks and the Assistant Hangmen & Cooks that I am going to be hanged. There is no doubt or question about that. No matter what I say and do, they will make very sure that I am hanged while I am wearing a white shirt and a necktie. And I know that I will be cooked and eaten after I have been hanged while I am still wearing the same delicious white shirt and necktie that I was wearing when I was hanged.

As the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks, wearing white dress shirts (and neckties if they so desire) escort me to the gallows to be hanged while I am wearing a white dress shirt and a necktie, I will hear them discuss among themselves about how delicious I will be when they eat me after they have hanged me and cooked me while I am wearing a white shirt and a necktie. The Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks will smack their lips, they and lick their lips, and perhaps they will even drool a bit when they think out loud of eating me after they have hanged me and cooked me while I am wearing a white shirt and a necktie.

I will hear and see all this as I am being marched to the gallows to be hanged. And I will be terrified. No matter what I say or do, I am going to be hanged, cooked, and eaten while I am wearing a white dress shirt and a necktie. And I know it. And I can do nothing to prevent it. My neck is as good as broken. My meat is as good as cooked.

I want to be forced by my executioners to mount the steps to the platform of the gallows to be hanged. I want to be forcibly moved by my executioners to the hanging position on the trapdoors under the noose while I am wearing a white dress shirt and a necktie. I want to hear the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwoman & Cook who is going to hang me speak these words:

“Chuck Roastt, you have been indicted for a hanging crime, tried for a hanging crime, convicted of a hanging crime, and sentenced to death by hanging. After you have been hanged while you are wearing a white dress shirt and a necktie, you will be cooked and eaten while you are still wearing the same delicious white dress shirt and necktie that you were wearing when you were hanged. May you hang well and be delicious.”

I want the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwoman & Cook who is going to hang me put the rough rope noose around my fragile, breakable neck while I am wearing a white dress shirt and a necktie.

While she is doing that, the Assistant Hangmen & Cooks will tie my ankles and my thighs together.

Then the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwoman & Cook who is going to hang me will position the hangman's knot at the left angle of my jaw so that when I am hanged while I am wearing a white shirt and a necktie, the noose will whip viciously around my neck and wind up behind my head. Thus, when I am hanged, the noose will swiftly stretch and break my neck. After I have been hanged, the rope will creak as I swing from the noose while I am wearing a white dress shirt and a necktie. My necktie, being a shorter pendulum, will swing faster.

After they have made all preparations to hang me, after they have checked the ropes that bind me and the noose that will break my neck and choke the life out of me when I am hanged, the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks will hang me while I am wearing a white dress shirt and a necktie, at long last ending my anxiety about being hanged while whetting their appetites a little more. They know that they will soon have me in an oven, roasting away while I am wearing a white dress shirt and a necktie. They also know that, soon after that, they will eat me while I am still wearing the white dress shirt and the necktie that I was wearing when I was hanged and cooked. They also know that I will be delicious!

After the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks have hanged me, they will let me continue to let me hang by the neck for 60 minutes while I am wearing a white dress shirt and a necktie. Their goal is to let me hang until I expire so they can cook me and eat me while I am still wearing the white dress shirt and the necktie that I was wearing when I was hanged.

After 60 minutes, the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks will check my chest for a heartbeat. They will place a stethoscope on the white dress shirt that I am wearing to make sure that I have no heartbeat. They will push aside the necktie that I am wearing if it gets in the way. If I still have a heartbeat, the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks will continue to let me to hang by the neck while I am wearing a white dress shirt and a necktie. They will tighten my necktie to choke me so I will expire faster if they the can.

They will continue to check me for a heartbeat every 15 minutes until I have had none for 60 minutes. After they have detected no signs of life for 60 minutes, the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks will know that I have been successfully hanged, thoroughly and completely executed, ready to be cooked and eaten after having been hanged while I am wearing a white dress shirt and a necktie.

The Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks will cut me down from the noose while I am still wearing the white dress shirt and necktie that I was wearing when I was hanged. Then the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks will place me on a cooking rack in a sturdy aluminum roasting pan resting on a sturdy aluminum wheeled kitchen cart waiting for me near the gallows. My ankles and thighs will still be tied together because I have just been hanged.

If the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks plan to place me face down on the cooking rack to cook me after they have hanged me, they will keep my hands tied behind my back in the same position that they were tied when I was hanged.

If the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks plan to place me face up on the cooking rack to cook me after they have hanged me, they will untie my hands from behind my back. Then they will tie my arms to my sides, looping a length of sturdy rope around my chest three times, and another three times around my waist as they tie me up to secure me before they cook me.

At this point, the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks will have prepared me to be cooked while I am still wearing the white dress shirt and the necktie that I as wearing when I was hanged so that I can eventually be eaten while I am still wearing the white dress shirt and the necktie that I was wearing when I was hanged and cooked.

The Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks will wear white dress shirts and neckties if they so choose. Once the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks have hanged me to execute me while I am wearing a white dress shirt and a necktie, they will prepare me to cook me.

The Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks will cut me down from the noose. I will still be wearing the white dress shirt and the necktie that I was wearing when I was hanged. They will place me cookfully into a roasting pan resting on a sturdy wheeled aluminum kitchen cart.

The Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks plan to cook me while I am still wearing the white dress shirt and the necktie that I was wearing when I was hanged.

The Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks will wheel me swiftly to the kitchen. They will pour a quart of clarified butter and a quart of olive oil into the roasting pan beneath me on the cooking rack.

Then to make me even tastier, The Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks will turn to a shaker containing the special blend of salt, herbs, spices, meat tenderizer, and MSG that they have perfected to use when they cook men that they have hanged. They will sprinkle it on my white shirt, my necktie, and my slacks.

Then, while the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks are wearing white shirts, they will open the door of a special oversized oven that they use for cooking whole men; they will shove the roasting pan containing me into the oven; they will close the oven door; and they will cook me for about 20 to 25 hours at 325 to 375 deg. F (7 to 10 minutes per pound * 180 pounds at 325 to 375 deg. F.)

Then, the very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks will cook me in that special oven while I am wearing the same white dress shirt and the necktie that I was wearing when I was hanged. They will cook me in that special oven until I am done, until I am hot, juicy, delicious, and ready to eat. The best way to determine whether I am done is to use a meat thermometer, and wait until my meat has an internal temperature of about 145 degrees.

The Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks may also baste me periodically as they cook me to keep me moist and tasty. I hope that they do. I would not want to disappoint them in any way—and certainly not because of the way I taste—after they have gone to such great lengths to hang me professionally and proficiently while I am wearing a white dress shirt and a necktie; to cook me professionally and proficiently while I am still wearing the same delicious white shirt and necktie that I was wearing when I was hanged; and to make me delicious with their special sprinkle mix.

I will be delicious!

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General Discussion / I ask again, does anyone have anything new to report?

« on: October 02, 2025, 09:46:58 PM »

Any stories, comments, and questions about being meat, that is, being executed, cooked, and eaten by female cannibals?

Any stories, comments, and questions about being meat, that is, being executed, cooked, and eaten by male cannibals?

Any stories, comments, and questions about being, rather than meat, female executioners, cooks, and cannibals?

Any stories, comments, and questions about being, rather than meat, male executioners, cooks, and cannibals?

I am working on some stories in which Chuck Roastt, my alter ego, is hanged while he is wearing a white shirt and a necktie, and then he is cooked and eaten while he is still wearing the same delicious white shirt and necktie that he was wearing when he was hanged. I like that fantasy. I often use variations of it because I seriously get off on it.

One of my stories is based on the 1924 Richard Connell short story _The Most Dangerous Game_, and one is based on a fantasy that I have had for a long time that involves a former female lover who loved to make out with me while I was wearing a white shirt and a necktie, and then tie me up while I was wearing a white shirt and a necktie. I seriously get off on that, too.

I am wearing a white shirt and a necktie as I sit here at my laptop sharing my thoughts.

I am also thinking about some very hungry cannibal hangwomen & cooks hanging me, cooking me, and eating me while I am wearing a white shirt and a necktie.

When I sleep, sometimes I dream about being indicted, tried, convicted, sentenced to death by hanging, and then hanged while I am wearing a white shirt and a necktie, and then cooked and eaten by very hungry cannibal hangwomen & cooks, who always wear white shirts and neckties when they hang me, cook me, and eat me.

I am in ecstasy.

How about you? Anything to share?

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Fiction / Re: A boastful Houdini for dinner

« on: October 02, 2025, 04:43:50 PM »

Wow! Thank you!

I hope that I meet these two hungry women someday so that they can meat me!

I am ready for them to  tie me up, to cook me, and to eat me, too!

I would prefer that they cook me and eat me while I am wearing a white shirt, a necktie, white boxer shorts, and navy slacks, but I will leave the details to them. After all, they are the chefs and the cannibals.

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Your Journey To The Table / Whenever you restart the game ...

« on: August 10, 2025, 10:03:58 PM »

... of "Your Journey To The Table," please take me on that journey. I want to go to the table very much. I want to be hanged while I am wearing a white shirt and a necktie, I want to be cooked in a roasting pan while I am still wearing the same white shirt and necktie I was wearing when I was hanged, and I want the Very Hungry Cannibal Hangwomen & Cooks who hanged me and cooked me to carry that roasting pan to a table so they can carve me and eat me. Please.

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Fiction / Training Table

« on: October 09, 2023, 02:29:28 AM »

Chuck Roastt was very busy, as busy as a grad student could be. He took two classes every semester. He also taught two classes every semester. That left him little time to do anything else. And he was paid so little to teach that he had to get an extra job as a tutor for the football team just to meet expenses. He worked with them every weekday evening for 2-4 hours and often more on weekends. That left him little time for anything else. He was so tired at the end of the day that he wished something would rescue him. Anything would be better than his endless toil and suffering. Anything.

Though none of the other grad students did, he always dressed professionally both for the classes he took and for the classes he taught. He wore a white dress shirt, a necktie, and dark slacks. Because he always went directly from classes to the stadium, he was always dressed in a white dress shirt, a necktie, and dark slacks when he tutored the football players.

After practice one day, the athletes showed and dressed in white shirts and ties because they were going to meet the press. After the athletes had dressed, they went to a special dining hall at the stadium just for them. They called it “Training Table” because the special food that they ate was part of their training to make them larger, stronger, and more aggressive. They ate massive amounts of meat to satisfy their hunger, which was especially intense after practice. They always invited Chuck Roastt to eat with them, and he always did. They always joked that he was too thin. Although they knew that Chuck Roastt lifted weights 3 times per week and ran 40-50 miles per week, they teased him that he needed to gain weight and work out more to give him larger muscles.

After they had eaten, Chuck Roastt helped them, mostly with math and composition. Because he was willing to work with them for hours, even overnight if necessary especially if they faced a test the next day, they were very fond of Chuck Roastt. And they admired the fact that he was always dressed so well. More than one of them had joked that Chuck Roastt looked good enough to eat. And he did.

One night, a few of the athletes asked Chuck Roastt to come with them to the kitchen because they had something special for him. When they arrived, the football players surrounded him, subdued him, and tied him up. One of the athletes put him in a chokehold and choked him into submission.

Then they picked him and placed him in one of the enormous roasting pans that were used to cook the enormous amount of meat that they ate. As he was beginning to regain consciousness, they slid the pan into one of the enormous ovens and shut its door.

From outside the oven, the football players could hear him begin to moan as the oven heated up. As it heated up more and more, he moaned more and more. After a long time, he stopped moaning. He became silent, and they knew he was dead, cooked through, done, looking good enough to eat wearing the white shirt and tie that they had cooked him in, and looking ready to eat, so they ate him, completing their compliment, fulfilling their promise, and filling their stomachs. Yes, he did look good enough to eat, and he was quite delicious.

As his tasty meat molecules melded with their muscles, their own meat, they practiced extra hard the next day. Because of Training Table and Chuck Roastt.

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General Discussion / Re: Happenings

« on: October 03, 2023, 11:16:12 PM »

I hope that people post more. Perhaps we can lead a trend! 

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Fiction / Re: Roast Man

« on: October 02, 2023, 10:56:37 PM »

A good story. I identified so strongly with Lawrence so much that I want Jennifer and Vessy, or some other femcans or male cannibals to trick, capture, immobilize, and cook me, too. With an apple in my mouth, of course. In my fantasies, I am usually executed--usually by hanging--before I am cooked, but I would try this variation, too.

If any femcans or male cannibals want to play out this fantasy in a roleplaying orgy, I am very ready, very willing, and very able. As you wait with eager anticipation to cook me and eat me, I humbly and eagerly await your instructions for becoming your dinner. I will be tasty for you.

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Fiction / Re: New Meat Stock

« on: October 02, 2023, 10:32:28 PM »

Good story. I definitely felt myself in Tommy's position--immobilized, tied up, strung up, getting off on his fantasy, and then realizing that he was about to cooked and eaten. I liked that, I identified with that, and I wanted the same for me. I am very ready, very willing, and very able for fantasy roleplay if any femcan or male cannibal is interested.

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General Discussion / Re: Happenings

« on: October 02, 2023, 03:43:54 PM »

I am sorry that I have been off-line for so long. 

I have not been here since late May of 2023 when my laptop crashed hard. I didn't want to buy a new one because I knew that my sister had a laptop that she no longer used that she was going to give me. We finally made that happen in late September, and I spent a week restoring my lost files and fixing other issues. My new machine isn't perfect yet, and I still need to work on it, but it is usable.

I hope to read and respond to what other folks have posted soon. I hope also to post new items.

Thanks for your patience! 

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General Discussion / Re: Happenings

« on: May 19, 2023, 08:41:38 PM »

I check every day, too. I am devoted to our shared, unusual kink, and I desperately yearn for stories to feed my urgent hunger, so to speak.

I am a writer by choice, by hobby, and by profession. I love to write. I earn my living in part by writing and by teaching writing. Accordingly, I am working on some new stories specifically for this forum.

I know how the stories end, of course; as always, I wind up being cooked and eaten, and loving every minute of it. In my stories, moreover, I am usually executed before I am cooked and eaten, and loving every minute of that, too. I am usually hanged (my favorite), strangled, beheaded with an axe or a sword, or beheaded by a guillotine. I have started the stories, but I am stuck because I don't know where to take them, that is, how to get from being captured to being cooked and eaten. All parts of the story are important.

But these stories have been in limbo long enough. I am a bit of a perfectionist in my writing. I am never satisfied, and I always want to rewrite a story, an article, or an essay, hence the delay. I should just finish them so that all folks can enjoy them: chefs, cannibals, meat, readers, observers, and everyone else. If I have to return to the stories after I have posted them to make them consistent, more interesting, more satisfying, and more delicious, then I shall.

I'll try to finish one this weekend.  I hope that people enjoy how it--and I--taste.

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General Discussion / Happenings

« on: May 18, 2023, 03:38:03 AM »

Does anyone have anything new to share? I desperately yearn for new questions, new discussions, new stories, new encounters, new chef experiences, new meat experiences, new dinner prep experiences, new cooking experiences, new being cooked experiences, new eating experiences, new being eaten experiences. They are a lifeline for me, so to speak, even though in my fantasies I end up dead because I have been cooked and eaten. They keep me afloat. I need them.

Thanks.

I remain your willing meat-to-be, ready to be prepared, cooked, and eaten. Please.

Chuck Roast

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Your Journey To The Table / Re: When the journey to the table start again?

« on: May 08, 2023, 03:51:23 AM »

Im creating a much better one that has more to do with the band and piggies being our buffet hahaha

I look forward to being a part of your buffet. How do I volunteer? I have been lifting weights enhance my muscles, my meat, for you.

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Fiction / The Trial of Chuck LeBouef: Part 1

« on: March 30, 2023, 07:18:24 AM »

This is just a stub, the beginning of a story. I'll add to it and revise what I have written from time to time. I already have an outline, but I have not written the full story. I have begun to expand and revise it. Enjoy!

Someone must have been telling lies about Chuck LeBouef. Or perhaps someone had made a mistake. He knew that he had done nothing wrong, but one morning with no warning, he was arrested.

Every weekday morning, he arose, showered, shaved, and dressed himself for the upcoming workday. His boss, a woman, was very strict about how he dressed in the office: white dress shirt; necktie; navy slacks; a black leather belt; black socks; and well-shined black dress boots. He didn’t mind the strict dress code. He liked the way he looked and felt when he dressed that way. He was fit, firm, trim, and muscular, and he knew it, and these clothes showed off his well-muscled physique. He liked being ogled by the women, and he liked being envied--and sometimes ogled--by the men.

Today was no exception. He looked great, and he felt great. The pain in his neck that he had gotten from neck strengthening exercises at the gym the day before had gone away at least for the time being. He was on top of the world. Nothing could go wrong for him. Nothing could cause him to fall.

Or so he thought.
 
At 8:00 in the morning, he cooked some meat and potatoes for breakfast before he left for work, and he always ate uneventfully. But as he sat down to eat that day, there was a knock at the door. When he opened the door, he was overwhelmed by several young men about his age who rushed into his room. They were dressed as he was, but they weren’t from his office. He didn’t even know them. He asked, “Who are you?” One of them, apparently the leader, replied, “Silence! We are here to arrest you and take you to headquarters, that’s who we are. Our prisoner is who you are. You do not need to know more. Indeed, you have no right to know more. You are nothing. Pinion his arms behind his back and handcuff his wrists together,” he ordered the other men. Then he barked at Chuck LeBouef, “You are our prisoner! You must obey all orders, or you will be punished! Severely! Come with us! Men, take charge of the prisoner!”

They grabbed Chuck LeBouef. He struggled and tried to resist, but the men had grabbed him so firmly and held him so tightly that his efforts were useless. He was a helpless captive. They tied a rope around his neck and used it as a leash to lead him as they would lead an animal. They half marched and half dragged him out of his room to a van waiting outside. The inside of the van was set up like an ambulance with a gurney in the center. His captors picked him up and laid him face down on the gurney, shackled his ankles together, and strapped him down. His captors took their seats around him. Chuck LeBoeuf cried out, “What the Hell are you doing?” The leader shouted, “Silence! You are our prisoner. Because you are lying prone, because your hands are cuffed behind your back, because your ankles are shackled together, and because you are strapped down, you cannot resist. You are our prisoner, and no matter what you say and do, you cannot escape. Be silent, lie still, and obey orders!”

Chuck LeBouef demanded indignantly, “I will not be silent! Why the Hell are you doing this to me? Where the Hell are you taking me?” The leader took an apple from a bag, shoved it in his mouth, and said, “Because you have defied the order to stay silent, this apple will serve as a gag to shut you up.” Then the leader laughed and said, “Besides, you should get used to having an apple in your mouth!” The other men laughed, too. “And it’s ironic that you should mention Hell. You should get accustomed to the flames of Hell, too! That’s going to come in handy where you’re going!” Then he and the other men laughed louder and longer.

Chuck LeBouef was afraid in a way that he had never been afraid before.

The leader took the driver’s seat, put the van in gear, and off they went. They rode for a long time, but because Chuck LeBouef was facing down and couldn’t see, he had no idea where they were or where they were going.

Finally, the van stopped. With his hands still cuffed behind his back and his ankles shackled together, he couldn’t stand up by himself, and even if he could have, he wouldn’t have been able to maintain his balance with his ankles restrained so close together as they were. They were in command and control of him, and they knew it, and he knew it, too. They could make him do anything they wanted. And they did. The leader took hold of the leash. He and the other men half marched him and half dragged him out of the van. Chuck LeBouef saw that they were in a valley surrounded by mountains that cast dark shadows everywhere. The eerie darkness was made darker by storm clouds passing overhead. He was surrounded by a deep dark that he could both see and feel. He let slip a gasp, and a shiver shook his whole body. The leader noticed and asked, “Are you afraid? Well, maybe you should be!” And he and the other men laughed long and hard again.

And Chuck LeBouef was even more afraid.

The men half marched him and half dragged him into the chateau. He cried out in pain, “Be careful! Go easy on that leash! It hurts! I’m getting a pain in my neck!” The men all laughed again, and the leader said, “You should get accustomed to having a rope around your neck, and you should also get accustomed to a pain in your neck! That will come in handy where you’re going, too!”

They led him into the chateau, through a huge dining hall, and through a large kitchen to a prison cell behind the kitchen, pushed him inside, and said, “You are our prisoner! You will follow orders, or you will be punished! Severely! You will sit on the cot and wait here!”

A few minutes later, several women appeared at his cell. They also wore white dress shirts like his. Some of them wore neckties, too. He was shocked to see his boss, Bonnie Cook, among them.

And Chuck LeBouef was even more afraid.

As the leader of the women, Bonnie Cook spoke sharply to him, “We are your captors and your owners! You are our prisoner are our slave! We have the power of life and death over you! You exist only for our pleasure! You live at our pleasure, and you died at our pleasure! You will obey our orders, or you will be punished! Severely! You will serve us at our pleasure! We will serve you at our pleasure!” The other women and the other men laughed.

Chuck Leboeuf began to speak, but she cut him off. “Silence! You will be silent! And you will follow orders!

“At this point in the proceedings, you will be referred to and addressed as ‘Chuck LeBoeuf’ or ‘the prisoner.’

“You will address us as ‘Mistress.’ If you address us in any other manner, you will be punished! Severely!

“You are in grave trouble. You have committed a crime. You will be tried for that crime, and you will be punished severely if you are found guilty. You are most definitely in gravy trouble!”

Frightened and puzzled, he meekly asked, “Do you mean grave trouble?”

She laughed and replied, “That, too!” And all the other women and all the men laughed, too.

And Chuck LeBouef was even more afraid.

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General Discussion / Re: How would you like to be cooked?

« on: September 28, 2022, 02:22:28 AM »

All excellent ideas! Does anyone have more to share?

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General Discussion / Re: Would You Back Out of Being Eaten by FemCans

« on: September 28, 2022, 02:16:10 AM »

Does anyone else have any thoughts on this topic? I would be very interested to hear more, to learn what other meat dinners-to-be think, what you feel, what you want, what you are willing to do, what you do to satisfy yourselves. Do you fantasize? Do you read stories? Do you write stories? Do you have partners for role-play?

I would also like to help generate more discussion. Talking about our shared interest in being cooked and eaten is exhilarating, satisfying, and liberating. 

Thanks!