It was one of these hot days. Wearing only a pair of shorts, I had left home for quickly buying a salami for dinner. I always liked to go to Juliette‘s butcher shop. The goods were mostly from fresh slaughtered animals, and often the pretty butcher herself stood behind the counter and served. There were only some minutes before the shop would shut. The door was open, I went in, but I couldn‘t see anyone.

Regarding the meat, sausages, and salads I could hear the voice of Juliette from the slaughter-room behind the shop: „Next time I want absolutely first-class merchandise. The last one hadn‘t even tasty buttocks. My ladies pay well, and corresponding they have extravagant wishes: They want to have fun with a randy, castrated boy. They order a pretty and young one. And when they get a pretty and young one and they succeed in making him cum again and again, they are satisfied. It‘s the obligatory high spot of the evening, that I slaughter the piglet of the day, and they can consume the witness of their excesses. The one of the ladies who succeeded for the last time that he ejaculates gets his cock and may decide if fried or roasted. He may be slim, but he must have well done buttocks.“

Did it refer to the restaurant next door which was regularly supplied by Juliette? There was a rumour that certain ladies had orgies, orgies far from decency and good manners, and from time to time cutlet and more from young men was to be served... Was it reality?!

Than I could hear the voice of Olivier, the butcher‘s apprentice: „Well, it‘s difficult - it‘s really not so easy to disappear normal boys. And not all of them do agree to the ladies dirty and horny fantasies. And last not least - the D-Day, they must be castrated four weeks ago at least, if we want to serve them tasty.“

Again the voice of Juliette:

„Yes, when I‘ve cut the balls of, the first week some have a permanent hard-on, but just two weeks after they can‘t get it up ... unusable for my ladies banquet. Besides it‘s not funny to cut a poor squirt‘s throat that whimpers and wriggles on my slaughtering table even before I begin. Next time I want to slaughter a real randy guy. It‘s no time to loose, Olivier, my ladies asked the next banquet during the next month, we must keep our eyes open!“

Juliette an Olivier came in.

„ Good evening.“

„A salami, please.“

Olivier leant across to Juliette and whispered: „Juliette, that‘s the type we are looking for, isn‘t he?“

Juliette looked at Olivier, than she looked at me for a while. „I know him. You are right, he lookes really tasty. For some time my guests want to see him in the sausage or on the grill, may be he knows too much. I like the idea to see his ham in the smoking chamber - the sooner the better...“

Juliette passed the counter, regarded me from top to toe and walked around me. Standing behind me, she put her hand on my bottom, grabbed it vigorously and asked with a low voice: „What do you think about the main role in a super horny home slaughtering?“ Her hand slid under my shorts, and while she walked around me, her hand followed her gliding over my bottom, my hip towards my genitals. Suddenly she stopped, pulled with one finger the waist-band of my shorts and looked in my eyes. „Come on, show your goods!“ She pulled a little more. „Down the shorts and let me see your cock!“

Juliette stood quite close in front of me. Astonished and speechless I looked at her face. My genitals began to swell. She wanted m e for her ladies banquet! She wanted m e for castrating and slaughtering!

Never before she had been as close to me as at this moment. She was a bit smaller than me and smiled with her blue-green eyes. Her maroon hair fell on their shoulders and framed her pretty, fresh face and the slender neck. My look walked from her eyes to her mouth with fascinating dimples. She was absolutely natural - as if she wanted to seduce me ... but not for her intentions as a butcher!

She was dressed for this hot day: A lightweight white blouse, grey checked shorts, and a white butcher‘s apron - nearly nude arms and legs, nude feet ... Nervous and aroused I looked at her ... breasts, belly, hips ... the nice legs ... for a moment I stared on her slim feet. I breathed her smell, and to stand so close to Juliette who wanted to castrate me made my penis become as hard as it ever had been.

I couldn‘t resist.

My shorts slipped to the floor, with one foot I kicked them away. Stark-naked and in fact randy for being castrated I stood with a hard-on between Juliette‘s merchandise in the counter and Juliette who began to examine me carefully.

She was an expert for fresh meat, and now I was her meat - her animal for slaughter. Her eyes walked over my body and stopped on my penis that twitched hard in front of my belly. She kneeled down, took it in one hand, and moved it interested.

„Oh my goodness, a stallion would be proud of one like this...!“ With her other hand she touched my testicles and smiled: „And I see, you can hardly wait to be made by your butcher!“ She got up and pointed friendly to the door of the slaughter-room. „Come on, let‘s lose no time!“

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May be continued.

Part 2: The Castration.