A Rare Feast (Vignette)

A Rare Feast

This was loosely based on a comic I read. Don’t try this at home.

A Rare Feast

Hunter, the nineteen year old blonde stud hung upside down in the playroom, his legs widely spread, and chained to the ceiling. He was, of course, entirely nude, his circumcised, semi-hard nine inch cock hanging down over his belly.

His girlfriend Randi, a knockout blonde with a perfect body and large, firm breasts, was also as naked as the day she had been born.

“It’s time to play.” Randi said, with an evil smile on her face. In her right hand she held a nine inch long, thick, shiny metal sound. Randi applied some sort of oil to the sound, so that its entire length was lubricated. Randi grabbed Hunter’s cock, and brought the end of the sound up to Hunter’s peehole.

“This is going to hurt you more than me.” Randi said, and laughed, as she slowly introduced the thick sound to Hunter’s cock, the thick sounded painfully spreading his urethra, wider than it had ever been spread before. Hunter groaned in pain, but did not ask Randi to stop. Randi bent his cock back, so that it was pointing towards the ceiling. Only the last inch of the sound was now protruding out of Hunter’s cock. His cock was now rock hard, belying his grunts of pain.

The doorbell rang.

“Ah, that will be Mitzi and Kara.” Randi said, as she skipped off to answer the door. “I invited them around for a bite to eat.”

Randi returned with two cute girls, each of them a college sophomore like Randi. Mitzi had dyed her hair whitish-purple, while Kara had bright blue hair. They were very pretty, even if you were upside down like Hunter.

Hunter was lowered from his stretched position, and removed from his chains, while Mitzi and Kara stripped off, revealing pairs of breasts every bit as pert as Randi’s. All three women shaved their pubic mounds. There was nothing which Hunter would have liked to have do more than to bury his tongue between the lips of any of the three girls and bring her to a screaming orgasm. But that was not on the menu for today. Instead the manacles which had held his ankles were attached to his wrists, and his hands were raised above his head. Meanwhile Mitzi manipulated the sound in his cock, working it up and down.

“How does that feel?” Mitzi asked, with a grin. “How does it feel to be fucked? Well, enjoy it while you can.”

The pain of the urethral rape caused his cock to droop. His cock was still thick, but no longer fully hard.

“Let’s get this show on the road.” Randi said. She held up some nasty-looking metal clips. Three of them, the size of clothespins, went on the shaft of his cock, the alligator teeth biting into his flesh. The fourth one, a much larger bulldog clip, was released onto the very tip of his cock, making him wince, and his body jerk, as he hung there. The girls played with the clips for a while, releasing them and then reattaching them, finding out where they caused the most pain, before finally removing them.

A pulley raised Hunter higher into the air. Ropes were tied around his feet, and his legs were stretched out, the ropes tied to bolts set in the wall. Hunter was now spread, his cock and balls some four feet above the floor.

Hunter heard a sound, the scratch of metal on metal. He saw Mitzi sharpening a large, very sharp knife, its blade glittering in the light. Hunter gulped, but said nothing.

A portable barbecue was brought into the room, and lit. When it was nice and hot it was moved to be between Hunter’s widespread thighs. His balls were less than a foot above the metal grille, and the glowing coals. But his cock, now no longer fully erect, hung only inches above the metal grille. Much lower and his cock would be touching the hot metal. He moaned in pain, as his glans and shaft began to cook.

Each of the three girls were dripping, now, their teenaged pussies wet as they watched Hunter not just in pain, but in the sort of agony beyond torture. And he had agreed to this, out of his love for Randi. A beautiful nineteen year old boy had consented to be terribly tortured just for the satisfaction of his girl.

“Meat should be skewered.” Mitzi said. Hunter looked to see that each girl now had a shiny, sharp skewer. Moving his body so that it was not directly above the heat Mitzi forced her skewer through the middle of the shaft of his penis. The other two girls slowly forced a skewer through each testicle – all the way through. Hunter bit his bottom lip not to scream out in pain. He was now sweating profusely. The sweat dripped off him, sizzling as each droplet fell on the barbecue.

As Mitzi and Kara moved the skewers back and forth in his testicles, Randi began to suck on the bulbous head of his cock. Despite the agony of his pierced cock and balls Hunter became aroused. It was not long before he spurted white spunk into Randi’s mouth. It was the last orgasm he would ever have.

The three girls laughed, as Hunter was manoeuvred back directly over the barbecue, now as hot as it ever got. Mitzi basted his cock, so that it would not cook too quickly, but they could keep his cock in place without it being done too soon.

Randi lowered the chains holding Hunter up above the barbecue grill, until his cock and balls rested on the hot metal. The three girls got nasty little metal prongs, poking and tenderising his meat, drawing drops of blood from the glans and the shaft. They laughed as the pricked his cock and balls. They pressed his cock into the grill, turning it, so that it would be cooked throughout.

Eventually there were black lines all over his cock from where the grill had charred his cock. The balls had been cooked inside the charred scrotum. Hunter’s eyes were closed, as he did his best not to faint from the incredible agony. But he knew that Randi wanted him to stay conscious until the end. And he had promised.

There was the smell of cooking flesh. Hunter’s cock was charred, cooked as well as any sausage. It was time. There was no point in over-cooking the meat Three plates were brought out, as Randi took the sharp knife and began to carve: cock meat and prairie oysters for each laughing girl. Randi came, her body shaking, as she made the first slice, carving off Hunter’s burned glans, which had only so recently spurted his last cum into her mouth.

It was time for a rare feat.

The End.