What's for Dinner?

By Allen Baker

Larry glanced once more at the clock. Time was running out. He had to hurry this up and get home before his wife, or there would be hell to pay.

Again he nibbled on Allen's ear and urged him toward the bed. Then he took a deep breath and forced a dominate tone into his voice. "Strip, boy. Do it now."

Allen hesitated only for a second before a sly grin covered his face and he began to obey. The tank top flew to the chair by the door followed by the running shorts. That's all it took for him to be nude.

Larry, slapped him across the rump and motioned him onto the bed. "You have restraints,boy?"

"There are ropes in that drawer, Sir." Allen stuttered with excitement, and his hand trembled as he pointed across the room. His eyes followed Larry, and his chest began to expand deeper as the man returned with handfuls of coiled cord.

Larry looped the end of one strand about Allen's right wrist and hauled it toward the corner of the headboard. It didn't take long to tie it off and move across to the other one. Then he lit the candle on the night stand and reached over to hold it above Allen's heaving chest. The first splash of hot wax on his right nipple caused Allen to squirm and yelp with surprise and excitement. Soon both tits were covered with bright red wax and Allen's cock stood hard and proud from the stimulus.

Larry tied off the two ankles to spread eagle his prey. Then his gagged Allen with his tank top. Allen's eyes widened with excitement. Still fully clothed, Larry hopped into the center of the bed between the boy's legs, his own breathing beginning to quicken as he approached his goal. Slowly he licked up the inside of the thighs on his final oral approach. Allen moaned his pleasure. Larry began to tremble with anticipation. Soon his tongue touched the base of his partner's rigid dick. Both men shuttered with excitement. Larry moved to the tip and opened his mouth. He forced himself not to rush, not to hurry the experience. He nibbled his way down the tube until his nostrils filled with crotch hair. Allen sighed as the warm moisture enveloped him.

They had met earlier in the day in an S&M chatroom. It had taken far too long for Larry to find a bondage bottom within easy driving distance and so now needed to end the session sooner than he wished to get home on time. So he didn't hesitate longer. Slowly he began to apply jaw pressure to the base of the masochist's dick. At first Allen moaned into the gag in pleasure. But as the pressure increased, he began to cry out more. His abused cock just got harder. Larry's hand gathered in the crinkled pouch under his chin and closed his fist against the balls inside. The crushing made Allen's head slap back and forth against the pillow in a mixture of agony and bliss.

Larry ground his teeth tighter into the flesh and broke skin. The tang of blood made his tongue tingle and his own crotch erect. He bit harder, deeper. Now Allen began to scream in earnest, thinking this was beginning to reach is pain limits, but was none the less getting him off. His most intense cock torture session yet, just as Larry had promised on line. Larry sawed his teeth back and forth and back and forth, forcing his teeth deeper and deeper into the muscle of the cock. The tissues were tough and it took all of his jaw strength to make headway. But soon, his teeth were nearly meeting, and Allen was beyond his endurance.

Allen suddenly knew that his cock was beyond survival. His fantasy of being unmanned was becoming a reality that he suddenly didn't want. He became hysterical and shouted into the gag, thrashing against the ropes that prevented him from pulling the torturous head away. His throat was becoming tight and hoarse with his screams. And still the pain got worse.

Larry worried his teeth back and forth, deeper and deeper into the shaft of his victim. He squeezed the nuts tighter and tighter. Suddenly, his mouth was flooded with spurts of mingle man juice and blood as the body under him jerked in terrible orgasm. Then his teeth met and the severed dick came free in his mouth. Larry's own crotch flooded with semen inside his skivies without ever having been touched. Hopping from the bed, Larry pulled a ziplock bag from his jeans and spit the seven-inch prize into it. On the mattress, Allen stopped screaming as his mind reeled with the jolt of seeing his own cock in the man's hand. He went into shock even as his severely damaged crotch continued to pump blood onto his bed.

Quickly, Larry placed the candle under the rope attaching the boy's right wrist to the bed. He only stayed long enough to be sure the rope was beginning to burn. Allen would be free to call 911 not long after he'd made his escape.

He put his car into drive and saw on the dashboard clock that he had just enough time to get home and complete getting dinner ready before his mistress-wife got home. Sweat poured down his face. This was cutting it far too close. Mistress had issued her orders just before leaving for work. He shuttered to think of the consequences had he not been able to comply. He floored the accelerator as her words echoed in his memory.

"For dinner tonight, I want fillet of man meat. I don't care how or where you get it, just so you do, boy. Because if it isn't someone else's, it'll be yours!"