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This story was written for Serling as part of his top tier Patreon reward for the month of August. It contains M/M sex between consenting adults, massage related food-play and bondage. ^^

All the Better...

"O-oh... Aiden. What strong jaws you have."

The plump pig trembled as he felt himself being pinned against the corridor's wall, fighting back the urge to give a long, high pitched squeal of excitement as the larger, stronger wolf standing before him snarled and briefly bared his teeth, snapping his jaws shut barely an inch or so from where George's head was tilted back, throat shamelessly, purposefully exposed.

"All the better to eat you with. Every last little morsel of you, so sweet, so delicious, so..."

Their playful teasing trailed off, and a mixture of George's giggles and Aiden's playful snarls trailed off into mutually happy moaning as the two of them kissed deeply. It had been hours alone since they had first met. Hours since they had become so inappropriately and passionately close to one another when Aiden had been acting in his capacity as massage therapist rather than kinky wolf-pig fairytale role-play partner. Frankly though, it felt like it had been much, much longer. Neither one of them had wanted to stop where they had. Neither one of them had wanted to cease rolling around on the Spa floor, kissing and growling and squealing and laughing and building up to doing something very irresponsible and very public together. But somehow, common sense had prevailed. George had slipped his clothes back on and made his exit, Aiden had followed the rest of his afternoon's schedule, and the phone numbers they had exchanged had served as a promise that the fun and passion they had awoken and shared within one another was not over, simply on hold for a brief while.

And now, standing outside Aiden's apartment door with their arms wrapped around one another and tongues teasing at the other man's lips, wolf and pig alike could wait no longer.

"T-that's what you're gonna do, isn't it? As soon as you get me inside... y-you're gonna tie me up, baste me, cook me and eat me."

Aiden growled and grinned as he peppered the pig's pink face with a flurry of tender kisses and adoring licks.

"Never."

He swore from the bottom of his heart, grinning from ear to ear.

"I'd never ruin your delicious, fresh flavour by cooking you. How dare you suggest such a thing. I'm insulted, good sir. Insulted to my very core."

They laughed, they embraced and kissed once again, and a short while later as their passions began to build once again and the two of them realised for the second time that day just how potentially exposed they were here, Aiden's paw finally slipped into his pocket and plucked forth his keys. Blindly, kissing and growling tender nothings to George as he did so, he opened his apartment's door. He guided the pig inside, and rather purposefully, loudly slammed the door shut behind them.

"No escape now, my crispy crackling. My tenderloin. My..."

He paused for a moment, and George giggled, pressing his snout to Aiden's own and kissing the wolf once again as he stood upon the tips of his trotters in order to reach the taller, lush furred male.

"Running out of cute food names to call me already?"

Aiden's cheeks flushed slightly, and he nodded as he kissed George back.

"Y-yeah, a little bit..."

George giggled and snorted, running his hands down the wolf's back and cuddling up against his taller, stronger body.

"Here's a freebie. Pulled pork. B-because... I'm pork, and..."

His cheeks flushed, both their faces did as their eyes met and their bodies clung to one another, able to feel the obvious excitement surging through them both in more ways than one.

"...and you've definitely pulled me."

They blushed. They clung tighter still to one another as another flurry of deep, wildly eager kisses were shared between them. Slowly Aiden guided them down the hallway of his apartment, towards one particular door at the end of the space. George saw to where he was being led, and giggled happily as they continued to embrace and make out.

"B-bedroom?"

He murmured hopefully to the wolf. His heart raced faster than ever though, and a squealing giggle escaped him when Aiden grinned toothily, shook his head, and growled a single word of response.

"Kitchen."

No sooner had they slipped into that room, a spotless space with floors in a black and white checkerboard pattern and similarly dappled granite countertops, their roleplay took on a new intensity. George squealed in mock fear and genuine joy as Aiden dragged him across the room and flung him over the stove, pinning him down so that the pig could feel his weight, not to mention his obvious desire for George straining and throbbing against the porcine male's backside. They both knew that they could have taken the plunge right then and there, that they could have gone all the way without any further foreplay being necessary and that both of them would have loved it. But still, they waited. They lingered and resisted that ultimate urge for the time being. Instead Aiden just ground himself up against George's plump backside through their respective trousers, snarling and huffing to the pig while George whimpered, squealed and moaned in desire and laughter all rolled into one.

"I'm going to devour you. To taste and savour every last little bit of you from ears to trotters. I'm gonna slurp up that curly tail of yours like spaghetti, and feast on your plump rump until I'm ready to burst."

On and on Aiden teased and playfully terrorised George with comments like those, each one more purposefully explicit, vulgar and delightfully erotic than the last. More than once he wondered if he'd gone a little far, if he'd pushed their play a little too much towards Hannibal territory. But with every playful threat, George seemed to revel in it more and more. To moan louder, to squeal longer, to laugh and giggle and squirm beneath Aiden's touch with such excitement and enthusiasm that there was no way Aiden could doubt its authenticity. This continued until one last teasing suggestion escaped Aiden's muzzle...

"I'm gonna tie you up with kitchen twine, baste you with oil, and get you ready for my dinner right here, right now..."

...and with his loudest, most desperately giddy cry yet, George wailed pleadingly to the wolf in return.

"O-oh god! Do it. Please, Aiden. Y-you big, bad wolf... do it!

Moments later George was squealing in shock and glee once again as he was dragged away from the stove at last and pushed down to the floor. For the second time that day Aiden straddled him from above, and for the second time that day, though they now felt much more free to acknowledge it, they felt their cocks grazing and throbbing against one another, albeit this time through more clothes than a pair of loose, thin cotton scrubs. Pinning George's wrists down against the tiled floor, Aiden kissed the pig longer and deeper than any of the many kisses they'd shared thus far, and stared deeply into his eyes as he huffed and growled.

"W-what you said just then. You want it?"

The pig whimpered and nodded eagerly, but Aiden just growled more aggressively, a little more seriously too.

"I mean it!"

He barked at the trembling, eager pig.

"Say you want it. Say you want me to tie you up and prep you for dinner. And I'll do it. Right here, right now. I'll turn you into the feast that you already are."

George shuddered and craned his neck up to try and kiss Aiden yet again, nodding, gasping feverishly as he did so.

"I want it. Please, Mr Wolf. I... I know what time it is. It's dinner time, and... o-oh god, I want to be on your menu."

Aiden grinned.

He licked his lips, then leaned down and licked George across the face tenderly once more.

The wolf growled, and he bucked his hips against the pig, grinding, humping down against him where they lay together fully clothed and quaking in mutual excitement. Then, a moment later, he was springing to his feet. Springing upright and leaving George lying there moaning, trembling and glancing bashfully down at the obviously tented front of his trousers while the wolf raced around the kitchen gathering supplies onto the table close by. Twine and scissors, the same string so often used to bind joints of meat during roasting. Packs of dried herbs, bottles of natural flavour extract and a large plastic bottle of amber oil which didn't come from a kitchen cupboard instead was gathered from somewhere else in the apartment, the wolf's cheeks flushed as he clutched it to his chest before setting it somewhat nervously down upon the table with everything else.

When he was ready, both men still just as rock hard and eager as ever, he picked up the twine and scissors, and knelt down beside the blushing, excitedly panting pig.

"Now... I could chase you around my home until I pin you down and do it anyway. Or, you can give me your hands behind your back, and make this all much easier on yourself."

George's face burned hotter and brighter pink. Had he not already been chased around the massage room by Aiden, there was no way in hell he would have passed up that opportunity. But they had already indulged themselves in that playful experience, and right now with his clothes on the idea of being pinned and tickled by the wolf seemed a little less wonderful than before... though only a little less. Instead he let his wrists be bound above the sleeves of his shirt, only to gasp and giggle as he felt those now tightly tied wrists being affixed in turn to his ankles as they too were tied up. He squealed and wailed in shock and amusement as he was quite literally hog-tied by the other man, and only for a moment did his heart race with genuine concern as after hearing Aiden snip the ends of the twine neatly off with the scissors the wolf shuffled around to face his captive companion head on, scissors still in hand.

"I suppose I should have taken off your clothes before I tied you up."

He growled knowingly, snapping at the air between them with the blades of the scissors.

"But no matter. I can still sort that out."

George gasped, and wailed as over the next minute he was cut out of his clothes, trembling but otherwise trying not to move at all as he felt the cool metal of the scissors against his skin while his shirt and his trousers were cut free, leaving only the fabric beneath where his limbs were tied to serve as a degree of padding against the otherwise coarse twine. Soon he lay on his side, helplessly bound as ever, in only his underwear. And soon after that...

He heard the scissors cutting. He felt the fabric of his boxer shorts falling limp as their integrity was compromised. He felt his cock twitch, already rock hard but now if possible getting even more worked up as it was exposed before the wolf's hungry gaze.

"What a treat."

Aiden uttered a breathy moan, running his fingertips down George's chest not as a massage therapist any longer, not making the slightest pretence being one. Now, he was the pig's lover. Nothing less, nothing more.

"A feast for all the senses. For the eyes..."

His fingers fell lower, running over the rounded girth of George's plump belly, gaze trying to linger in that area while simultaneously darting up to the pig's face, and down to... well, to other areas of his interest.

"...for the ears..."

He listened as George whimpered, giggled and moaned in excitement of his own.

"...and of course, the lips. The tongue. For everything I have to help me eat you up, little by little, bite by sweet, tender bite."

His hands fell lower still, and his head dropped in the same direction. George squealed happily, he squirmed and moaned and bucked his hips helplessly, his bare cock twitching and dripping a few droplets of gorgeous, glistening pre-cum onto the tiled floor. Aiden got so close. So close that the pig could feel his breath against his cock. But then, to the pig's horror and lustful desperation, Aiden pulled away and scrambled to his feet once more.

"But if I ate you now, right this second, there are so many flavours I'd miss out on. So many textures I'd never get to taste, if I don't get you all tenderised first."

The wolf dropped back down to his knees beside the needy pig barely thirty seconds later, with a bowlful of supplies clutched in his hands. Aiden grinned as with body wriggling in his bonds and cock still twitching the pig watched him empty out the bowl and pour a liberal quantity of olive oil into it, followed by a few drops of the oil from that other bottle he'd brought in from the other room. He grinned at the pig's curious expression, and winked.

"I never did get to show you our Spa's signature oil when we were at work. And I wouldn't want to use the full dose on you now, not with what I have planned for us tonight. But... a few drops mixed into some regular oil? That'll help tenderise you for sure. You'll be more succulent, more pliable and more deliciously sensitive than you've ever felt before."

A few moments later, and without a single coherent word from George amidst his moans and whimpers the wolf stripped out of his own clothing until he too was kneeling naked on his kitchen floor beside the pig. He made no effort to hide his body from George's hungry eyes, but strangely before long it was his hands which drew the porcine male's gaze above all else. Hands which glistened as he dipped them into that bowlful of rich olive oil mingled with that other oily amber substance, and which soon were advancing towards George's quaking, desperately needy form.

George might have felt self conscious while being massaged in the Spa, but that was nothing compared to the feeling that overcame him as he felt his body being touched and caressed with those obviously practised, well honed massage therapist skills once again. This time though there was no mistaking the intimacy of Aiden's touch, showing George just how much the wolf had been holding back last time in the name of professionalism. As his pink, all but hairless body was rendered slick and smooth by the olive oil, his skin tingled ever so pleasantly and he felt his flesh growing rapidly more sensitive just as Aiden had suggested. He panted at the slightest caress of the wolf's clawed fingertips against his skin, and when Aiden's fingers lingered in a particular spot, circling, caressing, touching him more intimately than even their tender massage required, his eyes rolled back and his still untouched erection quaked with longing.

Inch by inch the wolf's hands roamed his body, his naked, totally exposed body. His torso, his legs, his arms glistened. He felt his body growing slick and slippery with the natural lubrication, and giggled as whenever he squirmed against the tile floor beneath him Aiden ended up having to scramble a few inches forward to catch up to wherever his bound, otherwise helpless morsel of a man had slipped. Before long it felt to not just George but to both men as though there was only one part of the pig's entire body not glistening with a rich oily sheen, only one part of George not tingling desirously. George was sure it had to come next. That any moment now he was going to feel a slick, lubricated hand wrap around his cock and begin to squeeze, to pump, to pleasure him before offering him the chance to do the very same to what he could see aching and waiting so impatiently between Aiden's own legs.

The pig squealed not in pleasure, but in frustration however as rather than reach for another handful of oil Aiden instead grasped at one of the bottles of dried herbs, grinning as he crawled over to where the slick, oiled up pig had slid during his most recent bout of squirming.

"Rosemary and pork, a combination for the ages..."

George wailed louder, longer, and only as he screamed the wolf's name in desperation did Aiden stop playfully drizzling his naked form with a sprinkle of the fragrant, woody herb.

"A-aaahh, Aiden! Aiden, please!"

The lupine male growled in amusement, levelling a toothy grin at his companion.

"Do you need something, my future dinner? Or... are you just trying to tell me that you'd like a nice apple stuffed in your muzzle, renaissance faire style?"

Half an hour ago George might have giggled and played along, but he had never felt this way before. So tender. So delicate. So soft and supple and... god, he felt delicious. He felt like if Aiden really had wanted to take a bite out of him, he could have been the most delectable cut of meat in all the world. He felt wanted. Needed. But, the person from whom he could feel all of those things still had to actually act, and if Aiden wasn't going to be the one to take charge then George knew he had to, bound in twine and physically helpless or not.

"Y-you're... you're preparing me all wrong. You're focusing on the outside, when a real gourmet would know that the most delicious morsels come from within."

He shuddered as he saw the wolf's cheeks flush, but still Aiden kept up their little roleplay.

"Oh? And what do you know of gourmet cooking? What is it that you think I should do to make you tastier, my sweet, supple side of bacon?"

Their eyes met. Their cocks ached. George moaned pleadingly, and squirmed, attempting as best he could where he lay in his oiled, slickened state to wiggle his ass at the wolf.

"Stuff me."

He begged.

"A... a rich, salty stuffing to start with, a-and then... oh god, Aiden, then you can spend the whole rest of the night prepping and feasting on me however you want. J-just, please..."

He tugged desperately at his twine bonds, gasping as rather than feeling any discomfort even through the torn, scissor-cut fabric beneath the knots, he swore he felt his flesh contort just a little beyond its normal limits in order to allow for the movement he was attempting to make.

"...please, first? Before anything else? Hold me. T-take me, and... oh god, Aiden, please. Stuff me now, a-and afterwards... I'll be your sweet, suckling pig all night long."

By Jeeves

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