The Moth to the Flame(Into the fire)

A man is attracted and drawn to a tall, attractive female
cannibal -- like a moth drawn to a flame. This is the 3rd and last 
part of a 3 part story. Tiffany wrote the story for me and I edited 
and checked spelling.~Aethean~ 

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"The Moth to the Flame", Part-3, by Tiffany.
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After the ride home We made mad, passionate love well into the night. 
She was a demon who could satisfy a man over and over. I never had a 
chance. After our third time she brought out her knife and some ties. 
Seeing them I thought that my manhood was in danger. Even so I was 
willing to give it to her willingly and freely. I steeled my self for 
the cuts, but was going to keep going in the passion as long as she 
would let me be pleased by her. I passed out due to overloaded 
passion. My Dreams were as wild as she was to me. So many mental 
pictures of how my cock and balls would be harvested I must have had 
many wet dreams too. I awoke late to find the knife and ties were no 
longer next to the bed. I heard cooking and sizzling meat in my ears 
and the smell of fresh meat cooking. Instinctively I reached for my 
manhood but it was still with me. Again a little sadness came over me 
that I was not on the plate for breakfast. 



This time it didn't cause me to question myself again. soon I will be 
that is for sure. If she doesn't I believe I will do it myself. One 
way or the other we will dine on my meat. 



I cleaned myself up and went into the kitchen. She was there only 
wearing an apron. What a sight. That shapely body with few ties round 
that slim waist. Even with the apron her breasts could not be 
contained. She was cooking up some eggs and steaks for breakfast. I 
could only imagine the meat in the pan being my cock and balls. The 
oil dancing over the flesh as the meat browns and cooks. To visualise 
my balls next to the eggs was really getting me hard. We dined 
well and the conversation was good. Today would be the day she 
informed me. No more waiting, weather it was lunch or dinner was the 
only question. She told me that I would only have three more chances 
to stop this. At one word I could stop this from proceeding. I choose 
the word "withdrawn" as the word to stop this from happening. She 
told me I would only be able to use it up until the first cut was 
made then not even that would stop her. She shaved me again tenderly. 
She nibbled on my cock several times more before the event, but with 
a gentle teasing of what was to take place. Lunch passed for I wasn't 
quite ready. She informed me that was OK. It was a full Moon tonight 
and the harvesting could wait until the Moon rose. This was fitting 
for it was a woman's time of power even as the Sun was man's power. 
My anticipation grew as the light dimmed. When the glow of the 
moon shown a rather large lump formed in my throat. She took from the 
trunk a group of parts that was assembled into a chair of sorts. A 
cloth was covered the surfaces. Very soft and comfortable 
was it to my naked flesh. I was bound to the chair arms and legs. I 
made me totally immobile, not a muscle could be moved nor could my 
hips move my self any inch. I was in a state of total comfort and 
euphoria. All the sex we shared really brought me to the heights of 
passion. I was ready to give over my manhood to this woman. She asked 
like she had done so many times to other men, "Are you 
ready? Do you give this over freely and without regret or remorse? 
This is your last chance to stop this! What will it be?" "YES, I 
exclaimed do it now -- take my meat as your gift for all the pleasure 
you have given me the past few hours!" She used her special tool to 
apply the strong elastic bands around me.

Then she slapped a hot towel on my balls to cause the sack to relax 
and lower the testicles. It stung but really got my cock hard. This 
was it only the star of the first cut to come and I knew that it 
would be off very soon. I would begin my life as a Eunuch. Was I 
ready? I felt that yes I was, but I felt fear too. All together there 
was so much joy and fear, and longing rolled into one experience. The 
Knife was run over a leather strap again to keen the edge. 

The ties were laid out. The silver bowl with it's dark fluid for 
marinating my manhood was set out. Soon my cock and ball would be 
floating in that seasoned mixture. We had decided to tan my sack for 
me to use as a coin purse for my memory of this time. That too had a 
container set aside for my sack to be placed in to tan while my 
cock and balls were prepared for her delight. I also had decided if 
she could not cook my genitals on me(too dangerous and potentially 
fatal), then I wanted to see it being done so we decided on a 
barbecue right there. The gas grill was getting as hot as I was. I 
could see the smoke rising and soon my meat would be there for me to 
smell. 

The towel was removed, she picked up the knife and then looked me in 
the eyes again as she took my balls in her free hand. She pulled them 
tight. I could feel the sharp edge of her knife touch my sack. Then a 
sharp pain as it cut thru that thin skin. The slight tug as the knife 
edge moved up along my sack to the top of my shaft. Over and down 
back to make a perfect match to the beginning. It felt so divine, the 
air filling the inside of my sack and touching my exposed balls. She 
reached in and grasped my first ball, the right one. I could feel her 
warm fingers grabbing the inner sack. She pulled out the red little 
devil and proceed to tie off the upper ends closing the cords and 
veins with absorbable sutures. She then cut very delicately and 
removed the inner sack exposing the whitest ball I ever had imagined. 
She looked up at me and then bent down and sucked the ball into her 
lips. She then bit off the cords with her sharpened teeth and dropped 
the loose ball in her hand. My breath caught in my throat at this 
gift she was giving me. Oh it hurt kind of like getting kicked in the 
balls but the pain was necessary and  grand. It added to the 
experience, it wasn't intolerable much...even so I cried out.

She repeated this to my left ball. Both whet into the bowl, where 
they sill showed as just a peek for me to see. In all respects I was 
now a eunuch... but more was to come. She completed the removal of my 
sack and stretched it over a wooden ball then placed it in the 
tanning solution which she covered. 



She licked my still hard shaft from base to head. Man what a turn on 
this was, far better than ever I imagined. She took the head in her 
teeth and pulled it back stretching my cock out. This exposed the 
first tendon which she cut quickly and cleanly. I could feel my 
hard cock pull out more until it encountered the other tendon which 
she also cut. I felt the resistance subside as my cock seemed to 
surrender to her practiced cutting, like a sharp acid-sweet pain that 
circle the root and went deep. I felt the last cut which freed my 
cock and left it dangling from her mouth. She came close to my face 
so I could see my now removed shaft hanging out her mouth!


She took the severed penis and ran the head around my lips. Her 
salvia was wetting my dry lips. She then dropped it in the bowl with 
the balls. It floated better than they did in the brown liquid. I 
could smell the juices as it mixed with the smell of my meat I had 
now tasted when I had licked my own lips. So wonderful this was that 
I did wish it would grow back so she could do it over and over. She 
repositioned my urethra to I could sit and urinat OK, then she sewed 
neatly up the opening that was once my manhood. As I looked at her 
handy work and other than a few bruises it was neat and clean. 

My eyes kept returning to my manhood floating in the bowl. Soon it 
was ready for them to be prepared. She opened the grill, a cloud of 
smoke rose in the air as I could see the red coals. She took my meat 
out of the bowl and placed it on a plate. She skinned the white 
shells off my balls and rolled them in a bread stuffing. She then 
placed them in tin foil and placed them on the side of the grill, not 
over the hottest place. You could still see moisture 
drip off the shinny metal wrapping. She then placed my cock on the 
grill after brushing a seasoned butter all over it.

Now it was just meat...nothing more or nothing less. It 
sizzled when it made contact. She brushed more sauce over it. She 
attended it well, with obvious affection by rolling it along and 
brushing it often. Soon I could smell the meat cooking 
and it make my mouth water. Yes, my own meat was making my stomach 
growl. 

She had freed me by now, but I still didn't feel like getting up 
yet...groin was throbbing and I felt weak. She had a 
bed of wild rice ready to place the meat on when done. Asparagus 
spears were ready to compliment the meat and two glasses of a white 
wine were poured. The table was set rather formally and seemed quite 
elegant.  Only the meat was needed to complete the meal. She 
tested the meat with her fork and the tines slide into the meat 
nicely. She tested the balls the same way and they too passed as 
fine. She set out the plate. She neatly cut the now browned and 
swollen shaft down the middle making twoequal half's. She made me up 
a plate and then she fixed her plate also. She pulled a chair up to 
the table and joined me. Each bite was divine... for her and for me. 
Never could I have imagined it tasted this good. So tender, so 
flavorful, so very exotic and rich at the same time. She was right I 
could vicariously feel every bite, hers and mine, as if it was being 
eaten off me. What an experience to taste and "feel" it at the same 
time. A true feast I would always remember being shared with her. A 
part of my manhood would still be with me and as a part of her body, 
and live on in her now. We became as one being...a man and woman 
sharing the mostintimate of gifts between us.


I looked into her eyes and time seemed to stand still...
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This story was pure fiction and fantasy and not intended to promote 
or sanction such activity in real life.
NEVER do this type of activity in real life!
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