'Oh my god! He looked right at me! They really managed to spit him alive.'
'And he can hear everything we say? I wonder what he's thinking?'
'No doubt that he's one fucked little piggy.'
He was fucked. He'd been fucked by his contract. Fucked by his editor. And then Ms. Zander had fucked him, not once but twice. Despite all these betrayals, Matt could not muster any anger anymore. In fact, something deep in his thick meaty chest tugged at him for barking an insult at Ms. Zander before the spit passed over his voicebox. Ms. Zander seem to take it with good humor. Ms Zander stood by Matt's head and ladled cold ice water over his head from a nearby bucket. Matt knew she was just keeping him awake for the guests' entertainment, but he was still grateful for any relief from the heat.
'Alright everyone,' Ms. Zander announced, 'it's time to start putting on the bar-b-cue sauce. Because I am more than a little proud of my sauce, and because I don't want to have to answer this question fifty times, I'd like to take a moment to tell you a little about it. First of all, once you taste this sauce on Matt, you will ask me for the recipe. You will not get it. Bottles are on sale in the Zander Fatted Longpigs gift shop. I will give you a few hints, just to intrigue you.' She held up a heavy bucket laden with a reddish brown sauce. Passing in front of the guests she encouraged them 'Go ahead, stick a finger in and get a taste. You'll note that this is a sweet and spicy sauce. It's flavorful but not too overpowering. After all, you came here to get a taste of Matt, not my sauce. As for ingredients, I use vinegar, tomatoes, garlic, onion, some cayenne and honey and molasses to give it enough body to stick nicely.' Ms. Zander stirred the sauce with a long handled brush. 'I'll be putting on the first couple of coats, but anyone who wants to try basting Matt should form a line right over here.' As the guests lined up, Ms.Zander pulled out a brush thick with sauce and began to generously paint Matt's flesh.
The heat had left Matt dizzy and lost in an almost dream-like, half-wakeful state. As he felt the first cool splash of BBQ sauce on his hip, he almost cried in relief. It felt so wonderful, but there wasn't enough of it. He wanted Mistress Zander to pour it over him, douse him in it. Instead Ms. Zander slowly and painstakingly painted it over his angry skin. Each place the brush touched him was soothing like a cool breeze in the desert.
More! he begged wordlessly. More!
Around and around he turned. Time passed in a blur, but before long Matt began to realize that Ms.Zander had coated him from his neck to his toes, even squishing the brush down between his toes and over the arches of his feet. The sauce, combined with sweat, or perhaps melted fat, dripped off Matt as he slowly turned, hissing and popping on the coals. Ms.Zander continued to stroke him lovingly with the long brush, working the sauce under his armpits, behind his knees, down in the crack of his ass, behind his dangling balls. She brushed it tenderly over his nipples, which she noted now stood out stiff and hard, and his similarly straining cock. The sauce dried quickly on his skin in the heat, but remained tacky as sweat and juices bubbled up through his pores.
'Michelle? Could you be a dear and tell the staff they may now give the cat's their dinner? Everyone....if you would like to watch the lionesses eat, go ahead over to the cages, their going to be fed now'. Michelle giggled and ran off to get help so everyone could enjoy the lion's feeding time.
Eventually Mistress handed off the bar-b-cue brush off to a slim woman from the secretary pool. 'Now remember, you're supposed to brush his whole body, not just the fun parts.'
The woman laughed airily. 'Don't worry. I know how to treat a man right.'
As the woman began to paint the sauce onto Matt's skin, Mistress Zander moved around to Matt's head and ran a finger down his nose. Matt's half-closed eyes popped open and regarded her with a look of melancholy. 'Hey there big boy. How are you doing?'
Matt met her gaze unblinking.
'One blink for yes, two blinks for no. Can you hear me?'
One blink.
'Good. How are you feeling? Are you in much pain?'
Two blinks.
'That's the endorphins kicking in. That and your nerve endings are shutting down. All those endorphins and adrenaline that was shooting through you will go a long way toward tenderizing you. It also gives you a very gamey flavor. Sort of the difference between a farm pig and a wild boar. Would you like some more water?'
One blink. Mistress Zander poured a ladle of icy water over his head so that it didn't run up is nose as he turned. 'Better?'
One blink. Moments passed and Mistress Zander simply watched him cook for a bit. The quiet interlude was interupted by cheers from the guests, some loud growling and ear piercing screams that grew more desperate with every passing second.
Can you hear my kitties eating? Hear the male they are eating squeal like the pig he is? He's a pig just as you are, right? Pigs to be consumed?
One blink.
Everyone is over there watching my lionesses feed on him. Very entertaining you know.....us females love watching predators eat the genitals from their male prey.....it's as if Mother Nature intended for males to be meat, don't you agree?
One blink.
'You're hanging in very well. I'm impressed. Of course, just about everything about you has been impressive, both as a man and as meat. That was some of the best sucking and fucking I have I have ever had, even if it was from a pig'.
One blink.
'I'll take that as a 'thank you.''
One blink.
'I must say, you seem to be cooking up nice and even. You'll be ready to serve in a couple more hours. I'm sorry you won't be around for that. I'd like you to hear from everyone just how delicious you are. Would you like to know how good you taste?'
One blink.
Mistress Zander smiled with a kind of admiration. 'Good. That's very sporting of you. Think you can hold out for another hour? The lions should be done by then'.
Two blinks.
'You may still,' she said encouragingly. Then she knelt close and cooed 'Do you know how fucking sexy you look on that spit? I want to climb back on top of you and fuck you again! It's driving me crazy! I can barely keep my hands off my cock! Would you like to see that? See me pump my cock while I watch your big sexy body roast over the coals?'
One blink.
Mistress Zander suppressed a laugh. 'Oh, you have turned out to be a big wanton meatslut, haven't you?'
Matt blinked once. His eyes looked pleadingly into his Mistresses.
'Then watch me… you wanton meatslut. Watch me getting off cooking you for my pleasure…' Oblivious of the other party guests, who were more focused cheering on the lionesses eating a squealing, squirming pig of their own, Mistress Zander unbuttoned the buttons on her pants and hauled her cock out. She rhythmically began to pump her cock right in front of Matt's face.
'Oh god!' she grunted. 'You wouldn't believe how hot this makes me. Watching you, trapped and struggling, all those big strong muscles being slowly softened by the heat… watching you cook soooooo slowly. It makes my cock throb watching this biiig strooong man giving up everything he is and everything he's going to be just sate my ravenous hunger… My fine fat piggie! As soon as I saw you, I knew I'd never be satisfied until I had you like this. I'd never get enough of you until I consumed you… And now you want it, don't you? You want me to sink my teeth into your meat…feel it melt on my tongue …Yes!' she gasped as her climax burst upon her. 'You want it! You want me to eat you!' Mistress Zander closed her eyes as her cock convulsed with pleasure, gushing hot white cream onto Matt's face.
'Oh my god!' Squealed the woman basting Matt with BBQ sauce. Mistress Zander's eyes flashed open and immediately saw the source of the woman's surprise. Matt's cock was spurting cum. It shot from his sauce covered cock and splashed on his chest. As he turned, his cock fired into the coals, where it hissed and crackled. Amazingly as he turned belly up again, thick sticky ropes of cum continued to shudder out of his cock.
'I just gave it one stroke,' the woman blurted. 'I swear!' The guests watching the lions heard and turned around and laughed at this new develepment.
'Oh fuck Matt!' Mistress Zander gasped. 'That was incredible! I've never seen anything like that! You just made this the most unforgettable BBQ of my life! I'll remember that eruption until I have to gum my steaks! Have you ever come like that?'
Matt did not blink.
'Matt? Are you in there?' Mistress Zander poured another ladle of ice water over Matt's head. He did not change expression. 'Oh well. Came and went.' She closed Matt's eyes with her fingertips. Mistress Zander went in over to relax and watch the lions finish up on their pig and sat with a nice glass of chilled wine in front of the scene.Although the male pig was still alive as the lions ate, he was no longer able to scream and numbly watched Ms. Zander watch him being pulled apart and eaten.
Later, after an hour of circulating among the guests and fielding questions from a number of women interested in arranging for the roasting of a loved one, Ms. Zander found Michelle Elder surrounded by a fawning circle of pretty young staffers, vying for her attention, approval and support.
'Hey there, you ready to try some of your meatboy's more done bits?'
'If they're the parts I think you're talking about,' she drawled, 'I've already tried them.'
'Not with my bar-b-cue sauce you haven't.'
'Good point,' Michelle admitted tipsily. 'Lead on, I follow.' Michelle walked carefully behind Ms. Zander until they made it to the bar-b-cue pit. Ms. Zander waited until Matt rotated belly up before tapping the foot-pedal that stopped the motor. From the neck up he looked like he was asleep. From the neck down he looked a little swollen, his skin coated with the dark sauce, blackened in places. His cock, still erect, looked like a well-grilled sausage.
'Get a plate, I'll do the honors.' Ms. Zander speared the well-done cock with a long handled carving fork. It 'popped' like a well-done sausage. With a deft pass of her knife, she lifted the member and dropped it onto Michlle's plate. 'You may get the first bite, but if you think you're not going to share there's going to be a knife fight and I noticed you didn't bring yours,' She said, waggling her razor sharp knife playfully.
'Oh, there's plenty to go around. Slice that big fella right down the middle. And let's get those oysters too while we're at it.'
Three deft strokes and Ms. Zander freed Matt's well-cooked balls from his body and skewered them on the end of the carving fork. She lifted them onto the plate with the edge of the blade. One more stroke and his cock was neatly bisected down the middle. 'You first,' she said magnanimously.
Michelle stabbed her fork into the cock and lifted it to her lips. She gave it a couple of quick blows to cool it and then pounced on the crown. 'Oh my goodness!' She moaned as she chewed. 'He's wonderful!'
'Don't forget I cooked him,' Ms.Zander countered as she speared the other half. 'I can work wonders with any old piece of meat.' Biting gently though the tender flesh, Ms.Zander moaned as she chewed and swallowed. 'Mmmm! I just wish he'd lasted long enough to see us enjoying him.'
Michelle ate ravenously, gobbling down Matt's cock and ball before Ms.Zander was even halfway through the long shaft. Ms.Zander savored every tender bite, letting the symphony of flavors dance around her tongue. She was practically purring like one of her cat's when she tossed the fat testicle into her mouth and luxuriously chewed and swallowed it.
'Dammit! Now you've got my appetite in overdrive,' Michelle good-naturedly griped. 'How long do I have to wait?'
'Not long at all, not long at all.' Ms. Zander signaled for her workers to approach and together they moved Matt down to the lowest rung again. Once he was slowly rotating again, Ms. Zander decided to just stay nearby and watch him, the rest of the party guests having no real interest for him. Breathing deeply, she inhaled the incredible scents of Matt's roasting meat. She sucked the scent in deep, as if she was taking a hit off a bong and wanted to hold the smoke deep in her lungs in order to feel the effects quicker.
An hour later she announced 'Dinner is served!' The newspaper staff lined up with Michlle at the head of the line.
'I'll have a nice thick rump steak, please,' the increasingly tipsy editor slurred. Ms.Zander carved her serving with just a few precise strokes.
'I'd like a little something off the shoulder.'
'How about a pec? I'll take the one with the ring in it.'
'I like mine well done… how about one of those hands?'
'Give me something off the calve.'
'Some thigh please, with lots of that crispy cracklin.'
After the guests were served Ms.Zander carved herself a thick steak from Matt's ass and went to the potluck side dishes to see if there was anything she'd like to have with him. A quick survey convinced her that she should have catered the entire event herself. Not a problem, she mused. No side dishes means more room to pack full of Matt.
Like most of the partygoers, Ms. Zander went back for seconds, and then thirds. There were a couple of fat bitches from the paper's research department who were definitely working on their fourth helpings. Ms. Zander was sure that Matt would have appreciated their enthusiasm for him.
By nine o'clock, as the first women began to drift back to their cars, Ms.Zander swung by the bar-b-cue pit to see how things had turned out for her delicious meatslut. Matt's carcass was looking a lot like a ravished Thanksgiving Day turkey. A pile of well-picked bones were all that remained of his arms and legs. Ms. Zander could tell which ones she'd gnawed on because they were the cleanest. Despite the huge steel cock thrusting from between his lips, Matt's face showed nothing but an expression of contented bliss. Still on the spit, his torso had been whittled down to just his ribs and hipbone. The giblets had been set aside by Ms. Zander for some organ meat recipes that she was going to keep all for herself. That liver was going to make a fine pate', and then there was her recipe for tripe, not to mention all the sweetbreads, and even his tongue. The rest would simply go to her large dogs. Her bitches loved man flesh.
But the organ Mistress Zander was most interested in was his heart. She had a recipe for a kind of heart meat ka-bob that she was particularly fond of. Cooked slowly, the heart could be a tender but very strongly flavored treat. And this tasty morsel she was going to have all to herself.
Mistress Zander may have had to share Matt's cock, but she would never have to share his heart.