The Rape of the Sevine Boys - A Feast fit for a King

“Hey, chief, we got you a nice one!", the hyena holding him jeered, before giving the boy a firm shove, making him stumble forward and fall down on the smooth, marble floor.

This had been the magistrates palace. A building whose insides had filled his childish fantasies, with images of opulence and splendor. Now, however, the gold stitched city banners had been cut down, lying there rumpled, like cheap rugs on the floor for the beastmen warriors to recline on, gnawing at bones or tearing still softly steaming chunks of meat from them. Human bones. Human meat…

They had made improvised roasting pits out of the large, ornamental fire places, or just on the floor in circles of rubble. Two wild hounds were just dragging a body towards them, his chest still weakly rising and falling, even though his eyes already looked dull and dead. He had to be just about his age…

A growling rumble made him shift his head, to furtively look at the man they had addressed, the one sitting legs spread on the magistrates chair, half naked like the rest of them, an obscenely big, mostly flaccid cock drooling on the priceless cushions like a drunken lecher.

Red fur drew tight over rippling muscle, blending into a paler tawny coat covering his bulging pectorals and abdomen, with bushes of thick black, matching his mane sprouting from his chest, leading in a trail down to his obscene manhood and bursting out from his armpits. The mane might have streaks of gray, but there was no sign of age in the firm outlines of solid muscle. The lion was leering at the boy, the yellow eyes fixed on him as he very slowly licked his slightly yellowed fangs…

He could not help it, his whole body started to shiver violently. He had seen what they had done when their horde had breached the gate. Seen the heads rolling into the dust from one brutal swing of a notched sword, seen them trampling bodies into the dirt. And that was before the pillaging had started. And the raping. He had heard the cries. And he had heard them grow still. And just like all the others who had been young enough not to be in arms or be spared to be stripped out of armor weapons and dignity, he had then become a caged animal, trapped in the walls that had once protected them…

He felt his heart thump as all the eyes were on him, predators eyeing their prey. His hands were shaking, leaving sweaty stains on the marble. He heard the rumbling, growling sound coming from the lion, only daring to squint at him through the curtain of his shaggy bangs.

“Hmmmh, does not look bad, strip him for me, want to see what he looks like naked…", the lion chuckled, his voice loud and boisterous. And it was just a moment before another hyena lifted him up, beneath his arms, manhandling his quivering body as a sharp knife dug into the seam of his tunic, slowly cutting through the ratty fabric. The boy did not dare to breathe, trying to draw in his abdomen, instinctively flinching away from the sharp tip as the fabric flapped aside, showing a lean body, slightly tanned and toned from hard work, skin drawing tight from a few too many missed meals perhaps, still youthfully smooth and hairless. The growls that came from the gathered crowd made him shiver with mix of fear and flustered embarrassment. Then, the hyena finally pulled off what was left of his tunic, tossing it away as he ran his hands over his body, calloused fingers teasing the outline of muscle, his pinkish brown nipples his bobbing Adam's apple. He could smell the thick odor of beast and sweat, felt the muscular body of the raider pressed against his, the hot breath on his neck…

“Oh, yes, that boy looks quite tasty…", the lion growled, his hand wandering to his groin, unashamedly fondling himself as he looked at the boy, the gathered beastmen laughing and jeering dirtily, some suggestively licking their lips, while others shouted at the hyena to show them more.

“Hehe, just the best for our boy-raping leader!", the hyena cackled, earning him a slight growl from the lion, before he quickly took up his knife again, moving it to the boy's leggings. He tried to bite his lips as he felt the blade tickle his skin. Knowing it could just as quickly gut him, leaving him bleeding out on the stone, soon to join the boys currently roasting with dull, dead eyes over the fire pits…

“Oooh, look, we really got ourselves another good boy, a very good boy indeed!"

His face burned as the hyena's hand was now closing around his manhood. His, to his shame, rather stiff manhood. He could not quite suppress the moan when his loincloth was ripped off and his precum slicked the hyena's palms for a slow, teasing stroke…

He, he could not help it! He was, he was at that age after all!. He got boners at the most inappropriate times! And, it did not help that the scent, heat and muscles of the hyena pressing against him and the sight of the unashamedly half naked beastmen reminded him of when he had lost his virginity to a horny wolfman caravan guard dragging him into an alley and fucking him until the boy had painted his heaving chest sticky white. Only to have the blissfully spend wolf licking it slowly away, putting two silver pieces, warm from his own body heat on his pert nipples before leaving him moaning, spent and leaking cum from his aching asshole. He had jerked off to the memory for the next few days.

And thus, even seeing the slowly roasting bodies of the other boys turning over the fire, he could not help it. His body loved every second of the attention he was given…

“Ooh, yeess, I like them when they are like that, young, dumb and horny. Kill the older men, chase off the she-humans so they can go off and breed more of those tasty young lads and leave them for us to have some fun with…", the lion growled, his cock stiff, glistening, veined, precum oozing from the thick head. The boy tried not to look, but the hyena grabbed his chin, so he could not turn his gaze away. His body was shivering. He felt embarrassed, afraid and also shamefully horny…

“Come here, boy, if you are good, maybe I'll keep you. If you are difficult, well, we still got some spits left and there is some good meat on you", the lion's rumbling made his muscles quiver, flexing as he shifted, bulging pecs, big, pert nipples, the shameless displayed huge cock. Part of him was terrified of it. Part of him could not help a strange craving for the throbbing, moistly glistening pole of meat. He hardly needed the shove from the hyena to half stumble, half crawl towards the throne, head down, cheeks burning at the growls and jeers from the crowd, until finally, he was right before the lion. Inhaling the overpowering musky aroma, feeling the heat radiating from the muscular body.

“Now, suck it, boy, I know you want to. You want to get a taste of my manhood, don't you?"

He, he did. He did not want to want it maybe, but, he did. He could not help it. It reeked of male. It was dirty. They were killers. They ate humans like others ate cattle. But, he still wanted it. He had the thick, swollen head, drooling precum in front of him. His tongue lapped out. He started to lick…

It was, intense. The potent, concentrated musk of unwashed lion, the distilled cocktail of male and sweat and arousal was overpowering his senses. But it made his whole body shake. Made him moan between clumsy attempts to suck on it, drinking it in as his own cock swelled up, bobbing and drooling.

The lion's big hands were on his shoulders, his head, pushing him down until he almost gagged, only showing some mercy when he made muffled, suffocated whimpers and cries for help.

“Hehe, eager little thing. Though, I think he needs to be properly broken in. Bet he will be really tight, loosen him up a bit for me!" The lion's voice was rich with pleasure as he let the boy ease up for a moment before pushing him back down on his throbbing cock. He could hear the tap of clawed, padded feet on the stone, felt the shadows fall over him, felt the heat as muscular bodies brushed against his, big hands landing on his ass cheeks. They were growling and chuckling, dirty jokes and boasts exchanged as he felt the warm brush of half erect cock against his naked skin. They would rape him.

His dick was dripping precum. He felt, so dirty. Dirty like the unwashed, sweaty beastmen about to use him. It was driving him crazy. He could not stop shaking. He wanted it so badly.

Oiled fingertips brushed against his pucker. Likely coated in the same oil they had used for cooking the boys on the spits. It was less gentle than efficient. And being gagged by the throbbing, obscenely large dick in his mouth, he could not get out much more than a muffled whimper as he was spread open. He had fallen under the first assault like the city had. And just like it, he was ripe for plunder. He did not even know who of the raiders was the first to push his cock into him, just that it took hardly any time before he cried out and flooded him with cum, his comrades laughing, teasing him as he drew out, leaving the boy dripping with warm seed. He felt sloppy and still too tight not to buck with pain as the next one took him, the lion meanwhile pushing himself deeper into his mouth, into his throat. He did not know how he even managed to breath. He felt delirious with pain and he thick, salty musk. Hyenas, wild dogs, others, they just used him. And the lion seemed to enjoy watching, finally giving in to his desperate licks and sucks and hopeless attempts to take it all, almost making him pass out as the thick, gamy, salty aroma of cum flooded his mouth and throat and…

He coughed, his vision blurring as he was finally let go, given a brief respite of having his little hands placed on firm, throbbing shafts, jerking them like he would his buddies until they came in thick ropes of white semen all over his battered body. His ass hurt. He was shaking, knew he was gaping wide open, dripping with it. He had already had some of them more than once, right? Right?

He looked almost pleadingly around, up into lust drunk faces, before big, red furred paws were wrapping around him, picking him up. The lion's body was so hot. He reeked of sweat and musk. And he was sporting a hard, dripping erection, still glistening a bit from his saliva. Fingers twisted around his nipples, making him groan and whimper, his wrecked body craving the touch, even when it grew firmer and his sensitive nubs of flesh were twisted. He was pulled up into the lion's lap, made to face him, made to press his face into the thick black pelt of his chest. God, why did this get him so turned on still? He couldn't get enough. He wanted it. He was afraid of it. He whimpered like a helpless kitten picked up by the scruff as he was lifted up, letting his own pert nipples rub against the stiff, obscenely large nubs of flesh on the barbarian leader's chest. It felt, soo good… He could not help twisting into the touch, moaning, letting himself be manhandled. Letting his cheeks be spread. Letting the thick head push against his well used ass. It was, it was just, juts way too big. He, he would break for real…

And he just saw the lion throw his head back, his eyes gleaming with pure, lusty, primal satisfaction as he bucked his hips, and just thrust right in.

It was hurting! Oh gods, it was hurting. He was torn apart. And, it was hot. He had not gotten to cum. They had just kept him hard and throbbing and leaking from both ends. His body shining with sweat, his cock glistening with dew. Part of him felt he deserved it for still being hard like a randy teen with morning wood. Part of him just begged for release. After all, he knew he would not just be let go. There was no escape. Just the big, throbbing rod of horny lion slamming into him, filling the room with lewd, slick sounds of yielding flesh and the overpowering scent of horny beast and horny boy, mixed into it like a musky sweet aftertaste. The big fingers dug into him, claws grazing his flesh. And he was still bobbing on at best half of it. In and out, wrecking the overused ring of muscle holding him together. He hurt, he was hard, he was mercifully intoxicated by the mix of pain and pleasure, moaning, panting, whimpering, letting out a high pitched cry as the lion gave his neck and chest a slow, slick lick…

His cock was straining so hard he was about to burst. It hurt so bad. And he was so horny he could die. He just let out a lusty, helpless cry when he felt the the lion grabbing his shaking body, forcing him down, down on the pole of meat, deeper, harder, faster. His cock started to spurt thick ropes of cum as he felt a searing pain pulsing through his body. The lion let out a lusty, throaty roar, his cock erupting with wild spasms, slamming deeper into the boy, ever deeper. Tearing him apart, breaking him.

And he still was shooting come with vacant, blissed-out eyes, as something deep inside snapped, and his whimpering, needy cries just ended in a pained, helpless gurgle. Cum was still dripping from his cock and his completely wrecked ass, as his spasming body finally was allowed to slump to the ground. There he was lying, still feeling the echo of endless seeming moments of being pumped full of hot lion seed, twitching, eyes rolled back, the orgasmic afterglow not enough to dull the pain of having been torn apart and now lying there, discarded like a broken, twitching toy.

“Ah, fuck, boss, I think this one's done for. You really don't know how to not wreck them, eh?"

The voice of one of the hyenas did not really seem to make any sense. Just sounds. Did not mean a thing. But the cold stone felt nice. He liked how his cock kept rubbing against it in a pool of his own slick, warm cum. God, it hurt so bad. And he was so damn horny still. Could just make whimpering animal sounds as he was lifted up, crying in agony and drooling precum to mix with the warm seed. They were manhandling him, licking him, saying something, licking their lips…

He just wished they would let him lie there. Being moved hurt. But, he almost did not care when a tongue lapped over his stiff cock and he almost shot his load. But, no, they did not let him. The lion came forward, caressing him, toying with his nipples, then others. Their hands were slick and oily. They felt good on his skin, on his cock. But it hurt so much when they touched his ass. He still wanted them to fuck him. Maybe there was a point when it would just shut out the pain. Was he maybe there? He could feel it, but, it did not really seem to mean anything. It was just the baseline of his intoxicated, helpless state of hurting and lusting and heat. Yes, heat. It was getting hot. Really hot. And he still could sweat. He had thought he had been wrung dry. But he was still sweating. Or was it just him dripping oil? It smelled kinda, kinda mouthwatering. Cooking meat. Yeah, there was movement of, yes, bodies rotating, smelling like roasting meat. They were touching him, spreading his ass cheeks, hoisting him up. Oh, fuck, oh fuck! They were cooking him. But, but he was, still alive…

He tried to cry out. Someone just shushed him, playing with his pert nipples and stiff cock. Fuck. They knew. They knew and they would cook him alive. He could feel the spit pushing against his wrecked asshole. It was cool, slick, oily. And all he could do was grin and whimper like an idiot, knowing he would get his wish of a final penetration. Luckily for him, he was too far gone to really understand pain. He just felt. And his cock started to throb. And when finally, after the agony of feeling it dig through him, he felt it come out through his mouth, he was close to bursting. And that was all that mattered. The fire was a new pain. Heat licking over his body, caressing him hungrily. He was sizzling with oil, steaming with sweat. And slowly, blissfully, the pain just went numb. And equally slowly, he began to smell the fresh aroma of new, cooking meat as he leisurely spun over the flames.

Every now and then, something brushed against his hot skin, adding new layers of oil. And every now and then, it touched his throbbing cock and his pert nipples. He could see the muscular bodies, see faces, leering, chops licked, salivating over him like dogs over fresh meat.

Every time he felt the kiss of the oil, his slowly cooking erection gave a needy throb, his body spasming weakly. All he wanted was release. But they let him hang there, let him slowly turn from flesh to meat. Slowly feel his broken body die in the heat and under the lick of flame. He would not last much longer. And he so wanted to come before his cock would be nothing but cooked meat.

His faint twitches, his stirrings and feeble sounds became fewer. And, maybe that was when they new it was time. Because finally, he felt the teasing touches turn to firm, insistent strokes. Oh, yes, please…

He tried his best, twitching, bucking into the touch. Luckily, they did not rely on his broken body. The touch grew firmer, more insistent, and finally, with a choked, barely audible cry of relief, he felt his cooking balls tense, felt his cock starting to throb and spurt as his semen splattered over his body, spluttering and sizzling on his skin. And then, then, finally, it all just went blank…

The boy's body grew still, a final, vacant smile on his face, his cock still hard and dripping as he slowly was cooked to perfection, joining the rows of sizzling bodies, filling the air with the delicious smell of their meat, while the beastmen already had brought in new entertainment to take his place.

But they had not forgotten him. There always was someone watching and agonizing over the cooking meat, until finally, his golden brown, well cooked body was lifted from its place over the fire, put on a table to be inspected, the spit removed to wait for its next use as sharp knives cut into the well cooked flesh. His cock had been cooked in its stiff, erect state, and it was quickly sliced off, to be brought to the lion, already licking his lips at the mouthwatering smell. The meat was firm, juicy and tasted deliciously of the boy's final, helpless release. And all too quickly, the savory sweet morsel was gone.

“Well, bring me one of his pecs, bring me an ass cheek, bring me a calf!", the lion shouted, his voice booming, laughing as he saw his warriors hurry to cut into the steaming meat.

“And any of you who manages to bring me more boys like that, well, you get to have the best cut this time around once we are done with him!"