How would you like to be cooked?

I love this idea,

I would like to be cooked alive for sure but if i had to be killed be for hand i would want to be pushed into a large Meat Grinder x3 painfull yes but fast.

Thank you for answering my question!

I, too, would like to be put into a meat grinder. I would first be half-hanged while I was wearing white, cotton, long-sleeved, button-down, oxford cloth dress shirt and a necktie to at least partially anesthetize me so I wouldn't feel much pain, and then lowered into a meat grinder while I was still alive. I would feel myself being ground into hamburger meat before I was cooked and eaten by the hungry cannibal hangwomen & cooks who had hanged me, ground me up, and cooked me.

That said my fav way i would want to be cooked would be as a thanksgiving turkey, I always loved the idea of being tied up with rope my arms tied back, gagged with a large apple and be stuffed with a hole bowl of stove top turkey stuffing. Then have a large carrot put in my butt to keep it all in. Before for I'm put into the oven, I would be covered in butter and spices & have my tiny dick made fun of before it's cut off to be used in another dish.  Then I would get turkey booties on my feet & put in the oven. My gf would be the chef & she with a bull she meet on tinder would go have sex as i was cooked.

I have often thought that I would like to be cooked like a Thanksgiving turkey, too. I would wear a white, cotton, long-sleeved, button-down oxford cloth dress shirt and a necktie. (In almost all my fantasies, I am dressed that way because it turns me on to be dressed so. That fantasy goes way back for me.) It makes no difference to me whether my cannibal chef is female or male. She or he would tie my hands behind my back and my ankles together, gag me with an apple, sprinkle melted butter and spices on me, put little white paper booties on my feet, and pop me in the oven to roast me. Before I was cooked, I would come in my pants, and I would be ecstatic. 

I'd also like the idea of my gf eating me a lot, but as a sissy cuck i think it would also be so hot if she cooked me for a big chubby bull & after he ate me they would fuck as i was digested lol

I'd like that, too. As I said, it makes no difference to me if my cannibal chef is female, male, or both, one or many. After they have cooked me, they can share my delicious meat with anyone they please. I won't mind. I won't even know because I will already be cooked. And eating me would likely make them very happy! 

Kinda like this would be great ...

Kinda like this would be great ...

Yes, it would! 

Hi,

Well it's uneasy question to answer. I've got a lot of ideas for it since this fantasy is with me from a very long time

Initially when I've started this fantasy - around the age of 12y old - I've thought that the best idea is that a cannibal group would kidnap me - hung me by heels - slit my throat, bleed me out. Then eviscerate my body and skewer me on the spit to roast me over open fire or hot coals. Then I'd love to be gobbled to bare bones by them - knowing that they'll digest me and shit me out next day - it was totally hot fantasy then Still appeal to me

But later, during lot of chats on zambianmeat (now closed forum) I've developed more fantasies - like being eaten while I am still alive - I do loved the idea of cannibals catching me up - and portioning my body starting with cutting of my feet and calf - then roasting those parts and eating it in front of me - so I could jerk off watching them eating my body and commenting the flavour and the taste.

Ever since I've also developed a fantasy about being live slow roasted in oven - being able to masturbate in oven while being roasted - knowing that cannibals would soon be eating my body - and that they are hungry for it

Probably still have some new ideas when I think about it - but can't find anybody who actually would like to chat about it Once I've meet a cannibal guy - who was keen to fantasize about how would we cook and eat me - just wanted to get a live video of my jerking of to this fantasy I did really liked it - but didn't meet anybody willing since then to do such a exchange

slow live spit roast and while im cooking cutting my body up as i watch one of the female chefs stroking my penis a few times as  i turn round slowly and before i die on the spit my penis and testicles are cut off. then they cut the rest of me up for a party treat

Ever since I've also developed a fantasy about being live slow roasted in oven - being able to masturbate in oven while being roasted - knowing that cannibals would soon be eating my body - and that they are hungry for it

Probably still have some new ideas when I think about it - but can't find anybody who actually would like to chat about it Once I've meet a cannibal guy - who was keen to fantasize about how would we cook and eat me - just wanted to get a live video of my jerking of to this fantasy I did really liked it - but didn't meet anybody willing since then to do such a exchange

I don't think of myself primarily a cannibal guy, but I'm willing to try that character for role playing. Maybe I could be your chef, too. I could cook you and eat you if that's what you want. You would have to lead me through my actions and behavior so that I can fulfill your fantasy and satisfy you.

I would also be willing to role play being a male cannibal who cooks and eats other men. In fact, I would really like that.

I think of myself primarily as meat. I keep myself in very good shape. Fitness is very important to me. I want for hungry female and/or male cannibals to cook me and eat me. I would love to role play that. I would prefer that they hang me while I am wearing a white, cotton, long-sleeved, button-down oxford cloth dress shirt, charcoal gray or navy dress slacks, shiny black leather dress boots, and a black silk necktie when they hang me before they cook me and eat me, but I am flexible. I am so fit, so meaty and muscular that the men and/or women who hang me so they can cook me and eat me can see the muscular and meaty bulges beneath my white shirt, and that turns me on.

I would prefer that the men and/or women who hang me, cook me, and eat me also wear white, cotton, long-sleeved, button-down oxford cloth dress shirts, charcoal gray or navy dress slacks, shiny black leather dress boots/high heels, and black silk neckties, too, but again I am flexible.

I want to feel them tie my hands behind my back before they hang me. I want to feel them cinch the noose tightly around my waiting neck before they hang me. I want to hear the trap doors open beneath my feet when they hang me. I want to feel the drop when they hang me. I want to feel the noose tighten fatally around me neck when they hang me. I want to feel and hear my neck break when they hang me. In my last microseconds of consciousness, I want to hear the clapping and cheering of the men and/or women who have hanged me as they laughingly discuss recipes for cooking me while optimizing the amount of meat that I will provide.

But maybe we can help each other? I would like to try some fantasy role play.

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!