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Whew. This is the LONGEST story that I have ever written, topping Steamed Veggies in length.

This story is a prequel to The Dinner Invitation. I actually have another prequel in mind, chronologically set before this story, but I'll have to see about actually getting around to writing it.

As with everything else I write, there's snuff and eating of people and also a little bit of rape (not ALL of my stories have rape; in several of them all of the sex is consensual, done and over with before the meal is aware of their host's dinner plans). In this case, it's a couple of adolescent elf boys who get raped, roasted and eaten by other adolescent elf boys and a minotaur. To be fair, though, they're very evil boys, so it's hard to feel too much sympathy for them.

This story ended up a lot 'darker' than I'd anticipated. I'd originally planned for things to be more lighthearted (as lighthearted as a pair of elven boys being roasted and eaten by two cannibal elves and a minotaur can be) but over the course of writing I felt that things worked better with somewhat darker and more stark depictions of certain scenes.

It's not the most 'furry' story. There's a big minotaur who is integral to the plot (well, premise; there's not much of a plot) but the real action is centered on a pair of elf boys in said minotaur's care. The minotaur is certainly involved in the events, to the point where he joins in on the fun parts, but the story is really centered around the point of view of one elf.

To summarize:

If you don't like stories about males engaging in sexual activity with one another, don't read.

If you want pure furry stories, with no elves, don't read.

If you don't like stories featuring adolescent subjects engaged in sexual activity, don't read.

If you don't like stories with snuff, don't read.

If you don't like stories about 'cannibalism' (sentient beings being roasted and eaten by others), don't read.

If you don't like stories that involve rape, don't read.

If you don't like minotaurs, don't read.

If, on the other hand, you have an interest in hapless (though undeniably evil) elves getting themselves roasted and eaten by a minotaur and two amorous (and cannibalistic) elves, check this out. You might like it. And if you do, tell me. And if you don't, at least tell me why so I can at least try to improve my style.

Also, tell me if this story seems to contradict The Dinner Invitation in any way (apart from the light source in the minotaur's maze). I'm not above altering one or the other to make them match up (I had to go back and switch the hair colour of the two main elves in TDI because I mixed them up when writing this one and I'd referenced them too often in this story to cleanly swap back).

UNEXPECTED DINNER GUESTS

by Bartaugh

It was just after dusk, and the setting sun had, earlier, cast a rather scenic reflection upon the blue, calm waters of the lake. By now, though, the sun was all but gone and only moonlight illuminated the lake and its shore. It had been a rather pleasant day, and the lake was a beautiful place to spend it, if one enjoyed tranquil, scenic views. The two elven boys frolicking on the lake shore had certainly enjoyed the serenity there.

Of course, they were themselves adding to the scene in their frolicking, turning it from an arguably 'peaceful' natural landscape to one populated by a pair of handsome male elves, both in the early middle of adolescence; one with long flowing brown hair and the other with equally long blond hair. The blond lay on the ground, face-down, with his rump upturned and his arms splayed as he pressed himself upward against the other boy, whose hands were holding the blond's hips and crotch was pressed to the blond's buttocks. Both green-eyed boys were naked, showing off their lithe and muscled forms, but their lack of dress was appropriate enough given that they were engaged in anal sex.

The two elf boys had managed to turn a serene image of nature into an erotic show. And the brown-haired youth was making sure that the show lasted; his thrusts were slow and deliberate so that he could drag out the pleasure, and at the same time he was reaching around and holding the stiff, throbbing shaft of the boy beneath him. The blond seemed a bit tense from the prolonged pleasure and continually delayed release, yet he was clearly enjoying himself, bucking his hips up against his lover and gasping and begging for harder, faster thrusts.

An erotic show is all well and good for the performers, but the scene can be rather wasted if no one is watching. This particular scene was decidedly not wasted, even if the two lovers were blissfully unaware of their spectators. It was just as well, as both elven youths would likely have been quite unsettled by the knowledge that they were being watched by a pair of drow brothers. True, the dark elf boys taking in the sight were no older than the lovers themselves, but that made their intentions no less sinister.

They'd snuck from home to the surface, as they'd done several times in the last year, looking to cause trouble. On their last visit, they'd ambushed a young elf boy, just on the cusp of adolescence. They rather enjoyed the time that they spent with him, but the surface boy sadly did not enjoy what was done to him. It had, in fact, been quite a traumatic experience, one that the elf would still carry with him to this day had he survived the ordeal.

And now the drow siblings had found two new targets for their sadistic pleasures.

Their drow clothing was tailored for camouflage in underground caverns, but it was less than optimal for hiding in grass, even after sunset. Their black, loose-fitting shirts and pants still stood out in the moonlight- illuminated grass, but this did not worry the drow siblings. Even without visual camouflage, they knew how to sneak up on distracted, unsuspecting prey. All they needed to do was wait for the surface elf lovers to wear themselves out through passionate lovemaking, and the toys would be theirs for the taking.

On the lakeshore, the handsome elven youths had changed positions, somewhat. The brown-haired boy still had his impressive shaft inside of his blond lover, but the blond now lay on his backside, his legs lifted in the air so that the dark-haired elf could thrust into him still. Neither boy was likely to hold on for much longer. The blond elven youth in particular was having difficulty maintaining his composure; he'd been a virgin up until today. He'd met this mysterious brown-haired boy and in one day learned all manner of pleasures that he could give and receive with fingers, hands, mouths and now... and now this. He let out a gasp and a groan as this arrangement, which would have seemed so unlikely to him yesterday, now nearly drove him to the pinnacle of pleasure. He looked down to his throbbing maleness, now enveloped in the delicate, talented fingers of the brown-haired boy atop him, then his head rolled backwards and he gave into the pleasure.

The brown-haired elven lad, who was decidedly more experienced in matters of carnal stimulation than his golden-haired lover, felt his member squeezed by his partner, a telltale sign of what was to come. He squeezed the erect male member that he massaged between his fingers, feeling the shaft pulse gently before erupting a heavy, thick mess of whitish fluid over the groaning and gasping blond's taut and toned belly, his muscular chest and his chin. The sight proved the breaking point for the boy on top, and he closed his eyes and allowed himself to let go. The blond, already lost in the throes of pleasure and passion, gave a sudden gasp from the pleasurable sensation of being filled with hot elven seed.

And then it was over. The blond was panting and gasping for breath, while the dark-haired youth above him was tugging his spent member free, the boy on top more practiced and -- while physically exhausted from his time with his newfound lover -- in better control of himself for the moment.

The blond opened his eyes at last, blinking blearily for a moment, vision still clouded and head still foggy from the shock of his wonderful experience. After blinking away a few of the cobwebs, he finally managed to speak to his friend.

"I... I didn't even get your name."

The brown haired boy slid his index finger over his lover's belly, scooping up some of the spilled elven seed onto his already slickened digit and then licking the finger -- and a bit more of his hand -- free, tasting the spilled fluid there. After smacking his lips on his ring finger, the boy satisfied his lover's suspense by finally answering.

"Freynis. And you have already told me that you are Leyrar."

Freynis then leaned downward to lick more spilled seed from a surprised Leyrar's chest. The blond boy thought to say something at last, but he was cut off with a sudden and forceful kiss from his lover, and the tongue that was pushed into his mouth inhibited any further hope for conversation.

The two elven youths remained on the lakeshore, kissing one another deeply and enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking. Nearby, no drow elves watched them. No cruel pair of brothers secretly plotted to kidnap, rape and torment the handsome boys finishing up their day of passion.The two young elves were truly alone with their passions.

Nearly ten minutes passed. The boys lay side by side in the nude, enjoying each other's company and the freedom that bare skin provides. It was late, now well past sunset, and while the light of the full moon allowed the boys to enjoy the outdoors without complete darkness, Freynis eventually sat and stretched, then said to his partner, "Much as I would enjoy spending the entire night here, I believe that we should retire to my master's home for dinner."

Leyrar sat up slowly, looking about the lakeshore for the clothing that he had discarded hours earlier and spotting the pile after a few seconds of scanning. He turned his attention back to his lover and asked, "Dinner? Are you sure? I would not wish to impose..."

Freynis gave the blond a playful kiss on the boy's lightly semen- splattered chin, gave a playful fondle and chuckled, "It would be no imposition at all. In fact, my master will be very pleased to see you; he loves having guests, as it gives him an excuse to roast a long pig for dinner."

Leyrar seemed satisfied by his lover's explanation, and he stood up without further hesitation. He gathered his clothing and moved to dress himself, but he was stopped by a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"You needn't concern yourself with modesty around my master.", Freynis assured, "You may bring your clothes if you like, but if you choose to wear them you shall be the only one dressed."

Freynis gave a wicked smile and leaned in, nearly nosing the blond boy, as he added, "And I suspect that my master would see to it that you were not dressed for very long."

Leyrar pondered the suggestion for a moment. Hours ago he would have been aghast at the idea of showing up nude before a stranger, but now -- after so much new pleasure introduced to him -- he decided to merely fold his clothing and carry it with him.

Freynis kissed Leyrar's lips and spoke in a soft, gentle tone, "Follow me. It is not far."

Leyrar did follow, though it was only a moment of traveling before he thought to ask, quite curiously, "Er, what is 'long pig'?"

Freynis paused and turned, but he did not answer right away. He looked the blond boy over, scanning the youth with a thoroughness that made Leyrar feel just a little bit uncomfortable -- especially when the brown-haired elf licked his lips while staring at the legs and feet of his golden-locked friend -- but the discomfort faded when Freynis's demeanor turned more benign.

"Long pig?" Freynis asked rhetorically, "It's ... well, it's something of a secret. A surprise if you will."

Freynis stepped forward and slyly caressed Leyrar's cheek, "... but it's quite a succulent dish. And an experience that you'll remember for the rest of your life."

Leyrar seemed satisfied, if intrigued, by the explanation, and he continued following his friend without further inquiry.

Freynis let out a quiet sigh as he led his newfound lover along a rarely-trodden (but well-known to the elven youth) path. He seemed to be slightly lost in thought, as if pondering some mystery, or perhaps merely a dilemma of some sort. Leyrar took note of it, but he was too busy trying to keep up with his new friend and so he made no mention of it. At times Freynis would turn and look at the blond, giving strange looks and licking his lips in a way that inspired an odd sense of nervousness but, again, Leyrar said nothing.

After all, he was new to sex. Perhaps he just needed to get used to it.

It was a relatively short journey, yet it went through such a twisting, confusing forest that Leyrar feared that he would not find his way home without a guide. The forest ended in a small clearing, and the blond youth began to wonder if the large cavern entrance toward which was the destination. He thought to ask several times about the nature of his destination and of Freynis's master, yet he could never think of the right words for the right questions.

The entrance, as it turned out, was not the destination. Rather, the destination clearly lay deeper within the cavern itself. Leyrar had little experience with caves or cavern, but he suspected -- correctly -- that the interior through which he continued to follow Freynis was not entirely a natural structure. The rock walls around him seemed uncarved, yet they formed twisted, complex passages in which Leyrar would surely have become hopelessly lost were he not constantly following another elf who inexplicably knew every twist and turn of the journey. Even more unusual was the light. Despite being what he knew must have been some distance underground, Leyrar could still see well enough to follow his friend. The lighting was sufficient -- albeit a bit dim -- yet the blond couldn't find the source no matter where he looked.

Finally, just as Leyrar was about to ask how much longer his journey would last, the two elven youths arrived at a large stone door which seemed to the blond elf to be immeasurably heavy, yet was pushed aside by Freynis with seemingly no effort. The door opened into a very large cavern room, warm light illuminating the interior and dancing upon the walls and putting Leyrar more at ease; he could correctly identify the source of this light as being a large fire that blazed near the center of the room. Freynis entered, and Leyrar followed without a second thought.

"Master!" Freynis announced to an as-yet unseen to Leyrar individual, "I have brought home a guest for dinner!"

Freynis stepped aside, allowing Leyrar a view of his 'master', and the blond youth let out a shocked gasp at the sight.

He was a minotaur. Towering at eight feet tall, covered in short, tan fur on most of his body, with long free-flowing hair at the ankles, wrists, head, chest and groin. The creature's heavily-built chest and thick, trunk-like legs and arms gave him the appearance of a mass of breathing muscle. Longs, curved regal-looking horns atop his large head added several additional inches to his height, and his powerful legs were spread just enough so as to suggest that he was deliberately showing off his crotch; the bull-creature's heavy testicles swayed with every slight movement of the body, and his sizable member dangled most immodestly.

The creature smiled and looked upon the startled Leyrar. The bull's large yellow eyes shined with clear and unquestionable intelligence, shattering the myths that the blond boy had heard about such creatures. The minotaur stepped forward toward the frozen-in-place youth, and the bewildered boy couldn't help but stare between the legs of Freynis's master, unable to help but feel as though the massive bull-creature was moving in such a way as to deliberately draw attention to his ever-swaying genitals.

Leyrar sucked in a breath. Then he let it out just as quickly when a broad, warm hand caressed his cheek. He bit his lip, feeling understandably nervous despite the gentle touch.

And then the boy was taken off-guard once again when the creature spoke in a deep yet calm and thoughtful voice.

"Freynis," the bull intoned, "are you not going to introduce me to your friend?"

Freynis gave an embarrassed giggle and quickly remedied his faux pas.

"My apologies, master! This is Leyrar, and I have brought him here for dinner."

Freynis turned to address his new friend.

"And Leyrar, this is Bartaugh, my generous and loving master."

Leyrar, at last, gave a smile, nervous as it may have been. He attempted to steady his voice, but his greeting still came out stuttered, "It...it's a pleasure to m...meet you, s...sir."

The blond boy extended a trembling hand. Bartaugh took it in his own, holding it very gently for a moment before guiding it -- quite casually -- to press to the bull's massive testicles. Leyrar let forth a shocked gasp, yet he could not bring himself to pull away, even when the minotaur's hand released his own.

They were just so big, each hefty orb larger than an elven boy's fist. And so warm. And so heavy. Leyrar felt very short, coarse fur covering the bull's scrotum as his soft, delicate fingers traced over, though the blond elf tensed and let out an alarmed gasp when the massive penis before him began visibly firming.

Bartaugh chuckled, "You needn't be nervous. You are welcome here." before turning to address his elven concubine, "Freynis, you need to be more careful. You were watched earlier this evening."

Freynis thought to ask what his master meant, but his question was partially answered when Bartaugh stepped aside -- and (reluctantly) away from Leyrar's groping hand -- to reveal two drow boys behind him.

Freynis let out a gasp, and Leyrar a startled yelp, but both boys were put at ease (Freynis moreso than Leyrar) when they saw, rather clearly, that the two dark elves could pose no threat.

The two black-skinned boys had been bound at the wrists, and they hung by their arms from ropes attached to a pair of hooks set quite firmly into the ceiling. Their bare feet dangled just inches above the ground, and their ankles were bound -- two pairs of boots set conspicuously behind them -- but apart from that they were still fully dressed.

Both boys were fully conscious and rather indignant about their current predicament, staring at the minotaur and the two elves with undisguised contempt.

Bartaugh spoke again before Freynis could think to ask any questions, "I found them watching you and your lover by the lake. I suspect that they were planning something unpleasant for both of you ... but not to worry..."

The creature gave a slight grin, "...as you can see, I managed to find them in time..."

The minotaur gave Freynis a smile that Leyrar found almost disturbingly cold and cruel as the creature added, "I think we should teach them a lesson."

Leyrar's heart was pounding. Drow! Young drow -- his own age, or just a little older, by the looks of it -- but drow nonetheless, and watching over him, plotting who knows what evil against him! He couldn't even begin to imagine what these wicked youth may have had planned, but he felt uncontrolled anxiety at the knowledge that he had spent such blissful moments while in such dire danger.

He was so visibly shaken by the sight that Bartaugh took notice and gently caressed the boy's cheek once more while assuring him, "There is no danger now. You shall be safe here, I shall see to that."

The bull turned back to Freynis and handed his concubine a small but wicked-looking knife. Leyrar, taking notice, asked, "He...he's going to ... "

Bartaugh, sensing the guess, answered pre-emptively, "Nothing so brutal. Come, you may actually enjoy watching this."

Freynis approached the squirming, growling drow youth. Bartaugh went also and Leyrar -- feeling a strong and heavy hand at his back -- felt compelled to follow along. As clearly restrained as the dark elves were, the blond boy couldn't help but wince at the hateful stares that the red-eyed youths gave. Freynis, however, seemed wholly unintimidated. He approached one of the bound boys, gave a wicked smile, brought the knife close and asked, "So you like watching naked boys?"

The drow snarled, "You will not dare cut me! You shall remove your hands from me, untie me and, if you beg very prettily, I shall grant you a quick death rather than torture!"

Leyrar gasped. Freynis didn't even blink. The knife slid into the sleeve of the drow's loose-fitting black shirt, and the bound black-skinned youth tensed and sucked in a breath as he felt the cold metal blade against his skin beneath. The brown-haired boy gave a practiced cut and the shirt sleeve split cleanly down to the wrist while the delicate skin beneath remained unscratched.

That he was unharmed did nothing to temper the bound dark boy's anger. Still holding still to avoid injury as the knife made further cuts at his shirt, he growled, "You! You will suffer greatly for this indignity!"

Freynis remained unintimidated, and instead concentrated on his work. After a few more careful slices, he cleanly pulled away the tattered remains of the drow's shirt, exposing a nicely built youthful torso. Leyrar seemed somewhat unnerved by the constant stream of threats from the half-naked drow, but he felt a reassuring hand rubbing his shoulder, and the blond managed to calm himself as he watched, with some awe, as his lover worked at the dark elf's pants next.

Bartaugh smiled, pleased with his concubine's progress. He kneaded the newcomer surface elf's shoulder gently and asked the boy, "Would you like to assist? We do have two captives...would you like to undress the other boy?"

Leyrar didn't even understand the suggestion until a second blade, identical to Freynis's, was offered up to him. He reached to the hilt slowly and took it into his hands, yet he felt uncertain and apprehensive about using it, even as easy as Freynis made the task look. He was about to say that he did not know where to begin, but Bartaugh, knowing the question that was to come, answered the boy before it came out, "It's not as hard as it may seem. Ignore his threats. He cannot harm you here. Just slide the knife in slowly and move about his shirt. He will hold still -- much as he resents being stripped in this way, he has no wish to slip his flesh onto the blade."

Leyrar stared at the sharp, curved blade of the small dagger in his hand, and then he looked up at the still clothed drow boy, who was now spitting insults and threats his way. He noticed that Freynis was tugging the tattered pants from the first drow, who now seemed much less threatening -- albeit no less quiet -- after having been forcibly stripped. Swallowing hard, Leyrar decided to take a chance, not wanting to disappoint his host, and he approached the dangling youth.

The still-clothed drow boy quieted down somewhat when Leyrar came near, though he still acted with unambiguous hatred and defiance, showing off his knowledge of the common surface language through vulgarity and promises of sadistic torment.

"If that knife so much as touches me, I'll use it to slice off your balls!"

The drow boy gave a sudden thrash. Leyrar jumped at first, but then he noticed something very important.

The dark elf had put all of his strength, rage and effort into his thrash. And yet still he hung there, arms bound above his head, legs dangling uselessly below.

For all of the vitriol that the black-skinned elf spat, he was truly helpless. Leyrar smiled with renewed confidence, bringing his knife up. As predicted, the drow's defiance and resistance froze up in an instant with the dark elf's wide-open red eyes the only part of him moving as the blond elf boy slid the blade into the black, loose-fitting shirt.

Leyrar was inexperienced, but the process went well. The cuts weren't as neat as they could have been, but slicing away a shirt didn't need to be a tidy affair and the black skin beneath remained unscathed. The blond youth drew the knife back and pondered whether he needed to make an additional cut when he was startled by the sudden whoosh of the tattered shirt being whisked away. The blond's heart pounded from shock before he noticed a grinning Freynis behind the now bare-chested drow, holding the torn remains of the shirt.

"Good work!", Freynis praised, "Now get his pants. Make sure you pull them down slowly. It's more fun that way."

The drow was still uttering threats, most of which involved unspeakable disfigurement, but Leyrar had since ignored them, not even hearing the threats of mutilation to his penis. Empty threats, with no realistic means of employment, were of little concern for the boy.

Leyrar looked to his captive's pants. He thought, for a moment, about simply removing the belt and tugging the pants down, but then he realised that the ankle bindings on the drow would make that impossible.

"You've not the balls to even try.", the drow taunted, speaking slowly to be certain that his speech was heard through his somewhat exotic accent, "You know that it'll just make me torture you that much worse when I get free."

Leyrar looked up and the dark elf boy showed some surprise at the blond's lack of fear, especially when the blond gave a sly grin, and pushed the knife into the fabric of the dark elf's pants.

The slit went from the left side of the waistline down the leg to the ankle. Then a second slit went down the other side, again from waist to ankle. Leyrar remained kneeling, but he rose up enough to casually cut away the leather belt holding the pants in place, and the sliced fabric slowly fell away.

Leyrar shouldn't have been surprised at what he saw, but he was. There wasn't anything incredible or unusual about what had been hidden beneath the dark elf youth's trousers, yet the blond elf found himself fascinated by the struggling, squirming and now rather humiliated drow's adolescent genitals.

It was a respectable-looking package. Leyrar noted that the drow's privates might have been just slightly larger than his own and Freynis's, but if they were it was not by much. The colour, however, seemed wholly alien and exotic to the surface elf. The black skin of the shaft made the familiar shape of the dark elf's penis seem like such a new and fascinating sight.

The freshly stripped drow took notice of the blond's fascination, burning with rage at the stare. True, he'd intended to show off his genitals to the boy, but it was the surface elf who was to have been bound and helpless and he was quick to snap, "Don't you DARE touch me! You will be made to pleasure me at my whim, not at yours!"

Feeling a bit more bold by now, Leyrar took the drow's threat as an invitation. He gently took hold of the soft black shaft, squeezing the member in his fingers, tugging at it lightly. He lifted the member so that he could look upon the tip, finding the sight both familiar and foreign simultaneously.

The drow gave a sudden spasm, but he managed to seethe out, "You...I'll skin your cock for this!"

Leyrar, drow penis still in hand, looked up to give the bound youth a curious look. The black-skinned boy smirked, feeling more confident now that he had the blond's attention, "Yeah, you heard. I'll shove a knife right into your cockslit..."

Leyrar gave an amused, somewhat patronizing, smile and then he returned his attention to the matter at hand, which -- despite the drow's apparent reluctance -- was becoming a bit firm. Several more seconds of attention from the blond's delicate and gentle fingers were sufficient to bring the whining, embarrassed dark elf boy to full arousal and Leyrar, who by now was rather enjoying the black-skinned boy's humiliation, couldn't help but lean forward and suckle lightly on the throbbing ebon glans.

And then Leyrar felt a large, heavy hand on his shoulder gently tugging him backwards.

Leyrar looked up with worry, concerned that he'd done something rude or undesired. The minotaur's expression was one of amusement rather than scorn, however, and Leyrar calmed at the sight of the bull's somewhat snarky-looking smile. The boy's relieved smile faded only a bit when he looked a bit lower and saw that the minotaur was now sporting a red, thick erection that could not have been less than twelve inches in length. The blond's astonishment at the sight was quickly diverted by his new friend's voice calling out behind him.

"He's getting the hang of this rather quickly, Master!"

Freynis stood beside the other humiliated drow elf, that fully nude captive also unwillingly sporting an erection.

Leyrar had almost forgotten that there had been two dark elf captives, and that he had only stripped one while Freynis had denuded the other, and so the blond finally took the opportunity to look both drow boys over. He correctly surmised from their physical similarities that the two black-skinned youths were brothers; apart from the way that they kept their hair, the drow lads had nearly identical faces. The boy who had received Freynis's attention had long white hair strewn about his backside and shoulders, while the drow who Leyrar had stripped kept his hair pulled back into a ponytail (with some errant free strands fluttering about as the youth wiggled). Now that he no longer viewed the captives through a filter of fear, the blond boy could notice that the two tied-up youths were -- despite any misgivings one might have about drow elves -- quite handsome in spite of the anger burning in their red eyes and the scowls borne of a mixture of hatred and humiliation, and even as they both now stared down at the ground, brooding over such degrading treatment by those whom they considered infinitely inferior.

They both had slender, but nicely toned and muscled builds. The ponytailed drow seemed to be about five feet tall -- thought Leyrar couldn't be sure that the boy's dangling black feet were throwing off the estimate -- while his brother seemed just a few inches shorter, but with just a little more build around his arms and legs. Their genitals, now fully exposed and coaxed to be fully aroused, were equally similar in appearance; eight inch penises protruded embarrassingly, standing up and no longer obscuring the heavy black testicles dangling below them.

Leyrar wanted to touch the exotic-looking boys. He wanted to grope and fondle those throbbing aroused adolescent penises and to caress the heavy-looking scrotums. Forgetting, for the moment, about the obvious unwillingness of the bound boys, Leyrar wanted to feel his mouth filled with a drow youth's maleness, and he wanted to taste what would inevitably come gushing forth.

Freynis grabbed the blond elf's erection suddenly, the startled Leyrar only now noticing that his lover had come near him. Blushing, the newcomer boy looked down at the delicate fingers wrapped gently at the base of his shaft, and then he looked up to the two captives to see that Bartaugh had approached them and was now 'inspecting' them. The minotaur's large hand was squeezing the ponytailed drow's left thigh, and the tied-up youth gave a sudden defiant grunt when large, thick fingers began massaging his soft-skinned black scrotum.

The minotaur stood upright and turned to address the two surface elves.

"They'll do quite nicely, Freynis. I hope you don't mind."

Leyrar stood, rather baffled by the statement, yet something about the expression on Bartaugh's face seemed unsettling for reasons that the blond couldn't place. Leyrar's apprehension grew when the minotaur licked his lips, the slipping of the minotaur's large, wide tongue almost seeming to carry with it some unknown sinister intent.

Freynis chirped up, drawing Leyrar's attention, "I... I don't mind at all. D... Does this mean that Leyrar can stay with us for a few days?"

Freynis's question carried with it a hint of relief that Leyrar didn't quite understand, though at present he was a bit more startled at the offer of residency. The brown-haired concubine quickly looked to the shocked blond and added, "Ah, if he desires?"

Bartaugh looked the squirming newcomer elf over, appraising the youth's nude and aroused form and making Leyrar squirm even more uncomfortably, then the creature chuckled deeply and answered Freynis, "Hmm. Perhaps. For now, however, I would like for you and your friend to fuck these dark elves."

Leyrar seemed confused once more, unused to such crude language. He looked to the minotaur, then to Freynis, then back to the minotaur before he stammered, "F...fuck?"

Freynis grabbed the baffled blond's hand and tugged, "C'mon, I'll show you!"

Leyrar was led around to the backside of the squirming, hanging captive drow that Freynis had undressed earlier, where he finally got a good look at the boy's rump, eyes widening and erection throbbing and bouncing as he watched the struggling dark elf wiggle.

Freynis hopped up onto a small rock positioned just behind the bound drow, elevating himself enough to demonstrate the task.

The captive drow turned his head about and his long, free-flowing hair swished about as he attempted to look behind his shoulder but never quite made it. He still spat out, "You... You will not dare!" as he sensed what the boy behind him planned to do.

But Freynis did dare, and as Leyrar watched the brown-haired surface elf pushed his erect penis between the cheeks of the drow's tense rump, then forced its way up into the dark elf's tight anus. The minotaur's concubine thrust himself up slowly, then he paused and let out a pleasured groan.

Leyrar gawked, unable to stop staring at his friend's erection now buried halfway into a struggling, unwilling dark elf boy's rear. Freynis turned to face his blond friend and, through the strain of the intense sensation, groaned out, "G...go on and fuck the other one."

The blond boy just stared for several more seconds as his dark-haired friend picked up the pace, making his aching elven erection disappear further into the whining and feebly protesting drow's rear. Leryar looked to Bartaugh, who was watching Freynis have a go at the helpless dark elf boy while stroking his own massive erection.

And then Leyrar approached the boy who he had undressed moments earlier. The ponytailed drow stared back at the blond and spat out, "You won't DARE! My brother may be weak, but I won't be taken so easily!"

Leyrar considered the threat for a moment. Then he considered all of the previous threats that both drow brothers had been making since he had arrived, and he thought of how effective those threats had been thus far.

He stepped around behind the squirming, snarling, drow and looked over the rear of his prospective sexual partner before stepping up onto the rock placed behind the drow's dangling, bound feet and rubbing the sides of the nude black-skinned youth. The captive was tense, though understandably so. Leyrar massaged over the drow's writhing shoulders, kneading them gently with soft elven fingers, then he slipped his hands lower to knead the toned buttocks.

The ponytailed drow in front of Leyrar felt warm flesh pressed right against his rump, threatening to penetrate him. He snarled, "You...you will not!"

But, just like Freynis, Leyrar did. The drow let out a howl of pain as he felt his tight anus being stretched open by the invading elven shaft, but the boy burned less from the strain of the forced entry and more from the humiliation of being taken in such a way. He clenched tightly around the invading member, but the squeezes only further stimulated the blond boy taking him from behind.

"Get...your cock... out of my ass..."

Leyrar smirked as he heard the meaningless demand and, rather than comply, he rather deliberately shoved his cock into the drow's tight ass in a sudden upward thrust, watching with no small amount of fascination as his aching erection disappeared into the tight, hot grip of the drow boy's rear. It felt good doing it, and not just from the intense physical stimulation. He was taking on and dominating a brutal, hateful boy who -- if the minotaur had spoken truthfully -- had meant him harm from the beginning. Leyrar drew his hips back, then thrust forth again, feeling the dark elf struggling and resisting uselessly. The blond boy didn't consider his action rape; he thought of it as justice, and he felt strong for administering it.

Leyrar lost track of time as he worked over the humiliated drow, pounding rather fiercely into the tied-up boy and feeling the pleasure and pressure in his loins building up to a peak. He stopped short every time he felt his climax, near, however. He'd felt Freynis do it to him earlier, and found that repeatedly holding back served to further and draw out his pleasure, while at the same time forced the drow to endure being dominated for that much longer. Unaware that nearly ten minutes had passed, the blond elf felt the subdued drow's muscles slacken from exhaustion, and Leyrar realised that he himself would soon run short of breath. He wrapped his arms around his bound toy and planted his hands firmly on the nicely-developed chest as he drove his cock home, pushing it in hard and deep. The blond's breath quickened, tickling the black pointed ear in front of his face, and then he gave in completely to the growing pleasure at last.

The rush was intense. Leyrar felt his cock spurting hard and fast, and his balls ached from the force of his release. He heard the drow whine with embarrassment at being so completely taken by a surface elf, and the blond youth's orgasm was made all the sweeter from it. Thrusting in deep and hard, Leyrar just lightly wiggled his hips, riding out his orgasm while stuffed completely in the dark elf boy's ass.

Leyrar gave a gasp of pleasure rather deliberately into the dark elf youth's ear, then -- just to rub the humiliation in further -- he gasped, "Ah, that felt really good..."

The blond boy slowly -- and with some reluctance -- drew his cock from the freshly-fucked and now lightly quivering drow's rear. Leyrar was still somewhat hard and the sight of the butt before him -- and the memory of what he'd just done to it -- helped maintain his libido, so much so that he started stroking himself rapidly, working himself up to another quick orgasm, splattering fresh elven cum onto the adolescent drow's rump.

Leyrar was now spent. Head just slightly spinning, the blond elf stared half-consciously at what he'd done; he watched the thick white gooey mess that he'd shot out onto the tight, taught black drow butt in front of him slowly dribble and trickle down the abused bound youth's thighs. The surface elf gave a winded snicker, finding the sight oddly humorous, then he looked up and noticed Bartaugh doing something strange to the other drow boy.

The minotaur was painting the boy. At least, that's how it initiallyappeared to the somewhat bewildered blond elf. It wasn't with a smallbrush, either; the minotaur was using a rather large paintbrush to smeara liberal coat of something on the dark elf's bare skin. Inspectingmore closely, Leyrar could see that the substance wasn't body paint, butrather something translucent, though it did seem to have a yellowish ororange tint as it glistened on the squirming drow's smooth, soft skin.Leyrar took a step back, and nearly fell over as he clumsily slippedfrom the rock on which he'd stood to reach the captive drow's ass, buthe recovered his balance before making an embarrassing tumble, and his feet landed back on the ground with just a slightly embarrassing wobble. After making sure that he was properly standing on solid ground, Leyrar slipped to Freynis -- who had since finished fucking his boy and now stood aside to let the creature work -- and asked, "W...what's he doing to them?"

Freynis hadn't noticed his new friend's approach, but he quickly greeted the blond boy with a playful patting of the rump and a quick answer to the question.

"He's applying the sauce."

Leyrar only looked even more baffled.

Freynis noticed his friend's added confusion and added, "It's an orange glaze. It should go well with them..."

Seeing that the blond wouldn't understand anything without an explanation far more complicated than Freynis wished to give, the dark- haired elf finally just said, "You'll understand soon."

Leyrar decided not to ask further and he just watched Bartaugh work, though the wide brush made it relatively fast work. The drow's chest and arms were already covered with the stuff, and the minotaur was able to coat the boy's handsome legs in just a few passes of the brush for each one. The drow gave a few spasms when his feet were tickled by the soft bristles, but beyond that the captive seemed to have worn himself out already during his attempted (and failed) resistance to Freynis's passionate thrusting. The rather forceful prostate massage had also left the dark elf boy with a rather embarrassing erection which, along with his heavy-looking testicles -- were the last to be painted by Bartaugh's wandering brush.

The minotaur moved to the drow with the ponytail to give that boy a coating of 'sauce' also, and as the creature worked Leyrar approached the first drow boy to inspect the strange handiwork. It was a thorough job; the dark elf was coated in a thin but completely covering layer of the sticky goo which made his black skin glisten oddly, especially over the curves of his rump. It seemed a thick substance on the boy's skin, not flowing very much despite the bound drow's struggling movements, except for the occasional dripping from the toes. Leyrar stared there for several seconds, watching the digits splay and curl and hearing the accompanying squishing sounds from the thick goo, until he was startled by soft fingers suddenly wrapping gently at his aching erection.

Freynis snuggled up close while fondling his blond friend and spoke in an almost distant tone.

"He has nice feet."

Leyrar seemed somewhat confused by the comment, so Freynis gave a playful smile and cryptically offered, "You'll understand later. Did you enjoy fucking a drow in the ass?"

The blond understood that much well enough, and he gave a playful nod whilst thrusting his erection into the wiggling fingers of his brown- haired friend. The two surface elves shared a deep, passionate kiss while the captive and humiliated drow boy stared and burned with hatred, until he could no longer hold back his anger.

"You may think that this is funny, but when I'm down from here you'll both suffer horribly," the cruel boy spat, prompting Leyrar to suddenly break from the kiss, "I'll have you whipped until the skin peels from your back, and you won't know whether you're going to bleed to death from that or choke to death as I stuff my cock down your throat. But don't worry. I know how to keep you alive while you're being raped for hours... and when you finally do die, it will be when I have you slowly impaled on an iron spike!"

Leyrar did his best to remain unintimidated, though the somewhat graphic threat unnerved him slightly. Freynis, however, seemed to have heard it all before. The brash boy stepped up to the taunting drow and teased, "Oh, I may be tasting your cock tonight..."

The brown-haired boy prodded the throbbing tip of the dark elf's erection, "...but if I do, it'll be on my terms."

He then gave a sly smile, dipped a digit into the enraged, but now somewhat confused, drow boy's navel, then tasted the dab of sauce that had adhered to his fingertip.

Leyrar watched the odd spectacle, finding himself more and more curious as to what was to happen to these captives and also starting to wonder just how often Freynis may have dealt with this kind of arrangement before. His excitement, anticipation and apprehension all nearly made him forget about a growing hunger in his belly, one that he only just realised at that moment. He spoke up, "Ah, er. About dinner..."

He didn't finish the thought, though, as the minotaur's booming voice interrupted and distracted him once more.

"Freynis, a bit of help here."

Leyrar saw a blur pass him as the minotaur's concubine rushed to his master's side, then he saw the master himself at the ponytailed drow boy. The black skin of the boy was already coated in sauce, but the minotaur now held up a long rod against the squirming youth's backside. Leyrar was completely lost by the arrangement, but Freynis was clearly well-practiced. The dark-haired elf took the pole from his master and held it firmly against the twitching drow boy's backside. The minotaur then effortlessly pulled the drow's lower legs back and up until the tied youth's ankles were pressed to the rump that Leyrar had fucked quite harshly moments ago. It seemed an awkward way to hold the boy, until the minotaur slipped his massive left hand around both of the drow's feet at once to hold them in place while the right hand wrapped a length of rope at the ankles, binding them firmly to the rod.

It seemed, to Leyrar, awkward position for the snarling boy, but both Bartaugh and Freynis had clearly arranged this sort of bondage before. The minotaur didn't even need to give any orders before Freynis began untying the drow youth's wrists; Bartaugh grabbed the rod with one hand to keep the captive aloft while the creature's other hand grabbed the newly 'freed' wrists and pulled the black-skinned arms back and down to the already tied ankles. Freynis took up the task of binding the drow's hands to the rod, and then the elf added a second binding between the ankles and wrists to further secure the captive.

Bartaugh lifted the now rod-bound drow boy and carried him over to a space next to the blazing fire at the center of the cave, with Freynis following dutifully. It seemed a strange setup to Leyrar, albeit no odder than any other arrangement within the cave. Two narrow beds of wood and kindling, framed and contained within a perimeter of rocks, lay upon the floor parallel to one another only a foot apart, with three- foot high poles at each end of each bed. Leyrar thought for a moment that the wood bedding might be used for a fire, but then he thought that a silly and unlikely notion when the drow was suspended above one of the beds, with the ends of the rod to which he was bound set into fastenings on the poles that protruded from the ground.

Freynis knelt beside the bound and now suspended drow, working over they struggling boy with more thin lengths of rope to better secure the young dark elf to the rod. Bartaugh smiled, seeming to approve of his concubine's work, and then the minotaur's heavy head looked toward the blond boy and the creature intoned, "Leyrar, please assist me with the other boy."

Leyrar was somewhat startled by the request, yet he felt compelled to follow the minotaur back to the remaining hanging drow. The blond guessed correctly that the minotaur wished to bind this boy in the same way.

It took a few minutes of learning the basics, but Leyrar surprised himself at how easy it was -- with Bartaugh's assistance, of course -- to get the still struggling dark elf bound to a second rod. The drow was then carried to the second bedding of wood and suspended above it right next to his brother, parallel to the other boy, but oriented in the other direction, with both drow boys facing downward. The minotaur put a broad hand on the somewhat more relaxed Leyrar and smiled, "Freynis can show you how to fully secure the long pig"

The creature's hand slipped off and the large beast slipped into the shadows of his cave before Leyrar could finish asking "Long pig?" Thinking it a familiar term, but not quite recalling when last he heard it, the blond youth decided to worry about the meaning later and then he knelt beside his new lover, who had just finished up with the ponytailed drow.

Freynis had done impressive work. The drow boy had been hanging rather loosely from the rod, his weight even bending it in the middle, but now rope bindings at the knees, mid-thighs, waist, chest, beneath the shoulders, at the neck (albeit looser there to prevent strangulation) and even around the forehead kept the dark elf so tightly held to the pole that he could scarcely move. The drow's frantic struggles served only to show off the impressive physique of his naked body, muscles flexing and showing through the black skin while all of the ropes remained securely tied.

The brown-haired boy turned to look to his blond lover and gave a wickedly cute smile before offering to instruct on the ways of securing drow to metal rods, using the remaining dark elf as an instructional tool. Some of the initial bindings took more than one attempt, but by the time Leyrar was wrapping a rope around the forehead of the second dark elf, he'd become quite adept at this method of securing a prisoner.

Leyrar stood to admire his handiwork on the incensed but rather helpless drow, and he felt Freynis's arm draping his shoulder seconds later.

"They're not so scary now, are they?" Freynis asked while slipping his other arm down to openly fondle the genitals of his friend.

Leyrar gave the mischievous youth a playful kiss on the ear and sighed softly, "They seem kind of fun, actually..."

He stared wistfully at the wiggling rump that he'd gone at earlier and blushed, "I could even go for taking that butt again."

Freynis gave a playful sigh and nosed his lover's cheek, then replied, "I'm afraid that won't be possible... although... Bartaugh won't mind you jerking off and cumming on them."

Leyrar wanted to ask why he wouldn't be able to take the handsome drow boy, but he was interrupted by Bartaugh's return, and the equipment that the minotaur dragged in distracted the blond from his previous train of thought.

There were two large black socks, several scraps of cloth and a bottle, all of which were handed to Freynis. The minotaur also brought forth a large box with a few interconnected gears and a large crank on one side; it seemed a large, though not overly complicated, contraption. The blond was clearly puzzled by the odd device, but he'd learned by now not to even try to ask. He simply watched silently as the minotaur dragged the box to one end of the parallel beds and suspended drow boys, showing that the rods to which the dark elves were bound fit into two indentations set into the box with a distinct click.

The minotaur chuckled darkly, his tone making Leyrar fill ill-at-ease for reasons that the elf couldn't quite explain. There was just something sinister about the minotaur's voice as he said, "It's been quite a while since I've had a chance to use this..."

Feeling as if he should be doing something, Leyrar looked to his lover for some guidance, but Freynis was at the moment wrapping up the free-flowing hair of one of the drow brothers with a cloth scrap. The bound boy's white locks seemed moist and dripping, and Leyrar correctly guessed that the content of the bottle had been poured onto the head. His guess was confirmed when Freynis moved to the second dark elf and poured more liquid from the bottle onto the boy's ponytail before securing it to the neck with the cloth. Finishing off his handiwork, Freynis stuffed two more scraps of cloth into each drow's mouth, effectively ending a stream of obscenity and profanity that had coloured much of the previous work.

Noticing Leyrar's continued cluelessness, Freynis explained, "It keeps the hair from burning."

Leyrar stammered, "Burning? But why would..."

Then, yet again, the blond's attention was drawn away from his words when he watched both bound dark elves rotating in place. Bartaugh, who had seated himself upon a large rock beside the box was turning the crank which -- thanks to the set of gears in the box -- caused both dark elves to slowly rotate, their bodies turning in opposite directions so that after a moment each boy had his back to the other, until both were face up, giving all gathered a good look at their still erect adolescent penises. Freynis knelt before the drow whose hair he'd bound first and carefully slipped one of the black socks over the boy's twitching cock, fitting the fabric snugly in place, then securing it with a quick tug and tying of a drawstring around the base of the shaft.

Leyrar watched the now sock-clad erection twitch erratically while its dark-skinned owner squirmed uncomfortably when Freynis offered the blond the other sock suddenly.

"You try it, on the other boy."

Leyrar took the sock and held it close to his face. There was an odd scent to it, though it was a pleasant one hinting of herbs and mild spices. He looked up at his friend and asked with a playful blush, "Is this to keep his penis from burning?"

Freynis gave a sly smirk and nodded, "As a matter of fact, it is. And it adds a bit of seasoning."

Leyrar decided that he didn't want to ask. He turned and, after a few seconds of trying to catch the twitching member, slipped the sock down the eight inches of the drow boy's shaft to the base, where he suddenly tightened the drawstring. The dark elf boy gave a startled yelp of protest, and the resultant twitching about of his agitated erection made it difficult for the inexperienced Leyrar to tie the string down, but after a few aborted attempts the sock was secured snugly in place.

Leyrar looked up at the minotaur, who was nodding with approval at the arrangement. The blond gave a somewhat goofy smile, and the minotaur responded with a broad, amused grin of his own, then a beckoning to the boy.

"Come, sit with me. Pleasure my cock while Freynis makes the final preparations."

Not even realising how brightly he was blushing, Leyrar stood and dutifully approached the large creature. The minotaur patted the inner right thigh of his spread legs, as if wishing for the blond to sit there. Leyrar sat where he was directed, resting up against the creature's body, the elf's head right at Bartaugh's groin. The boy looked up, surprised less at the sight and more at the fact that he felt so at ease with pressing his cheek against the exposed genitals of a minotaur. He let out a sigh as a massive hand caressed his cheek, a furry thumb brushing his pointed ear.

"So...", Leyrar idly brushed his lips over Bartaugh's scrotum as he spoke, "...what are you going to do them?"

Bartaugh grunted softly and pulled the blond elf's head up slightly, into his aching, erect cock. He didn't need to hold Leyrar in place, as the boy began kissing and caressing the minotaur's organ quite voluntarily once in position. The minotaur let out a sigh and slowly turned the crank, rotating the drow boys until they faced one another in their parallel suspension. Unable to even turn their heads, the two dark elf youths were each treated to a very close-up view of each other's genitals. The drow with the ponytail, much as he would have been loath to admit it, was utterly fascinated with the view that he had of his brother's heavy testicles and the twitching, socked up penis. It was, in fact, so tantalizing a sight that it kept his own cock quite firm within his sock, but the fabric made his erection itch to the point where it twitched constantly. Of course, the sight of his teased genitals had the same effect upon his brother, and so both boys continued to arouse one another in this reciprocal arrangement.

The minotaur had been so distracted by both the reactions of the drow prisoners and the loving attention paid to his penis by the newcomer surface elf that he almost failed to notice the question put to him. Realising at last what he'd been asked, he lazily replied, "These boys constantly sought self-gratification at the expense of others. I'm just going to give them a chance to give something nice to others."

Leyrar didn't even think to ask for further clarification. He was, at the time, too preoccupied tasting the prerelease that leaked quite freely from the tip of Bartaugh's erection. The elf turned his attention from the massive member at his face when Freynis returned, carrying a long wooden stick, lit afire at one end.

And then Leyrar watched in shock as Freynis used the lit end of the stick to ignite the kindling beneath the drow who Leyrar had raped earlier that evening. The bed of arranged wood lit up within seconds, blazing beneath the rather alarmed drow boy. The dark-haired boy quickly moved the stick to the second bed, this time setting the bed ablaze by simply tossing the stick onto the pile of wood.

Leyrar stared, unable to think of how to react, as both dark elf boys squirmed and whined muffledly over the flames that suddenly licked up at their black, glaze-coated skin. Freynis quietly slipped in on the other side of Bartaugh's groin when the blond finally managed to stammer out, "Wh...what are you doing to them?!"

Freynis leaned in to kiss his master's cock once before mumbling out, "We're cooking them."

Leyrar stared at the two dark elf boys, whose nude bodies were now illuminated oddly from the firelight striking their sauce-coated black skin. Bartaugh began to turn the crank very slowly, turning the boys over the dancing flames that licked up and crackled at their writhing forms. With the dark elves trussed up to cooking spits, covered in sauce and now turning over a fire it should have been quite obvious that 'cooking them' meant exactly that, yet Leyrar had some trouble accepting this very obvious reality in spite of all available evidence. He looked up to the minotaur -- whose balls the elf boy still massaged absentmindedly -- and asked, "W...what does he mean, cooking them?"

Bartaugh had a broad, somewhat distant-looking, smile on his face thanks both to the attention and affection given his groin and the beautiful sight of two helpless young dark elf boys slowly turning over a fire and Leyrar thought that the creature might be too distracted to even hear the query, but the minotaur replied right away, quite matter-of-factly, "Is it not clear enough to say that we are cooking them? Look upon them. They are bound to spits, they are suspended above a an open flame, and I am turning them so that their flesh will roast evenly over the hours."

The minotaur turned his head down to look upon the confused blond elf boy and he gave a very sly smile, "Have you never seen meat roasted before?"

Leyrar was a bit pale after hearing such a blunt answer to his question. He looked back to the struggling drow, who now seemed rather helpless and even pitiable in their current predicament; currently the dark elf siblings were facing their respective fires directly, eyes shut to shield them from the intense heat, bodies tense from the agony of the mercilessly licking flames, genitals jiggling about as they surely must have been stung from such direct exposure to the fire. The blond found himself wondering just how long these tormented drow would be left to 'roast', not sure that they could survive the heat for more than a few...

...and then Leyrar realised the full implications of what was happening to the captives. Even then, it was too shocking, too horrible, for the boy to fully accept -- despite the minotaur's comparison of the dark elf youths to meat -- and so, in the desperate hope that he was wrong in his assumptions he asked in a weak and unsteady voice, "A..are you g...going to EAT them?"

Leyrar's question coincided with the minotaur feeling a spike of pleasure thanks to Freynis's careful oral attention on the beast's throbbing red shaft, and so the blond elf was startled when the first response to his inquiry was a deep groan and a heavy shudder, followed up with a cascade of thick pre dribbling down the minotaur's erection. Freynis was quick to move to lap up his master's release as Bartaugh finally answered the blond boy, "Of course. Once their flesh is completely roasted all the way through, yes, I am going to eat them."

Leyrar looked back to the suffering drow boys, who by then had been turned to face one another once more. Again, each dark elf's view was fixed upon the other's genitals, and as the boys turned back downward they were greeted with the sight of each other's genitals hanging directly over the flames below. Both drow boys knew that, within the odd sock wrapping, the brother's cock was literally cooking. Both boys knew that their brother's balls were heating up and the cum inside getting ready to boil. And both drow boys' twisted minds couldn't help but wonder how the other's roasted cockflesh and boiled boycum would taste when fully cooked.

Their thoughts were fleeting, quickly swept up and lost in the pain of the heat, but it was enough to make the two drow penises inflate and throb within their respective sock coverings, adding an unwanted tingle when the boys turned to face completely downward, and both writhed in agony as they knew themselves to be feeling their own cocks roasting, and their own cum boiling.

Leyrar stared at the torment for a bit longer than he thought he should have, turning his head away as the two drow began to rotate so as to turn away from the flame. He stared at Freynis, whose brown-haired head was turned to watch the roasting drow youths while still nuzzling his master's massive maleness.

Leyrar wanted to be indignant and upset, but for some reason he couldn't muster up any real anger. He didn't know if it was the shock of the scene before him dulling his emotions or just an inability to truly sympathize with a horrific fate befalling two unquestionably evil boys, but he still felt a need to accuse, "You... You knew that he was going to cook them?"

Freynis's bright and playful grin was sufficient to answer Leyrar's question, but the concubine leaned forward, kissed his new friend's nose and said, "Of course I did. I told you that he was going to roast long pig for dinner..."

Bartaugh interjected, "Two long pigs, actually..."

Freynis blushed and caressed Leyrar's chest, "...yes, two. And there they are, roasting for dinner."

Leyrar watched the rotating drow boys again. They were writhing, whining through the cloth stuffed into their mouths, wincing and squirming in agony from the searing heat below them. They would die there in a most undignified fashion, and then their flesh would be eaten as if they were nothing but animals. Leyrar wanted to find it all too terrible and horrible to comprehend, but he found himself shocked at not only being able to fully understand and accept it all, but also at how little he cared about the impending doom of the two dark elves.

The blond looked away from the fire again, feeling ashamed of himself for his lack of compassion, even for such cruel, evil beings. He muttered softly, "I...I couldn't... I couldn't eat them..."

Leyrar felt gentle fingers at his groin, and he felt another twinge of shame at being hard at such a time. Freynis, however, seemed to understand his friend's reaction, and he offered words of encouragement.

"You're a little surprised by all of this. It's alright. I didn't know what to think the first time I saw my master roast a drow."

Leyrar shivered a bit and looked to his friend, giving an expression of shocked curiosity, but saying nothing. Freynis gave a knowing smile and continued, "Yes, I wasn't sure I liked what I was seeing. He'd been a cruel boy. He'd actually hurt me a few times before it happened, but even after all of that I couldn't help but feel a little guilty watching him writhe and struggle in my master's oven."

Bartaugh gave a faint chuckle, recalling that night also. Freynis blushed slightly, leaned in, kissed his master's cockbase and testicles, then turned down to kiss Leyrar again before continuing his story.

"But there was something truly beautiful about seeing him come out of the oven fully cooked. I still wasn't sure I liked the whole idea, but then Master offered me a taste of the boy's arm..."

Freynis moved to playfully lick at the point of Leyrar's left ear, making the blond shiver from the ticklish sensation before the dark- haired boy quickly finished his tale, "And from the moment my teeth sank into that boy's tender meat, and I tasted his flesh, I've had an insatiable appetite for more."

Leyrar, still nervous and uncomfortable, looked to the two dark elf boys. He noticed the butt of the ponytailed drow he'd fucked earlier and he felt a strange twinge in his cock as he watched the rump glisten as it faced the hot fire, the sauce applied earlier dribbling down the boy's meaty thighs.

Meaty? He was already thinking about them like they were food! He turned his head away and softly whined, "I... I still don't know if I could go through with it."

Freynis put his hand on the blond's chin and turned his friend's face forward, then pressed his lips in firmly, kissing the nervous newcomer passionately for several seconds. When the kiss ended the dark-haired boy assured his lover, "No one will force you to eat anything if you do not wish it."

Leyrar nodded slowly, still not sure how he felt about the whole situation, but finding the idea of these boys being eaten to be unsettling in a way that he couldn't quite describe.

He whined softly, "D..do you really have to k... kill them?"

The blond boy felt a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach; he had assisted in the binding of one of the boys, and now he felt partially responsible for their impending deaths. He then let out a surprised groan when he felt his cock squeezed once again in his friend's hand, momentarily distracting him from the large minotaur hand rubbing his shoulder and chest.

Freynis smiled playfully, "Is it really so bad? Think, if we had let them go free, they would likely have hunted down and harmed many others. Think of how many will be spared torment."

No stranger to the stories of the atrocities of drow elves, Leyrar couldn't bring himself to argue against dispatching the captives, but he still felt something troubling about the method of execution.

"But...", Leyrar tried to ask as if it were a protest, "...to cook and eat them?"

"Why not?", Freynis asked, as if such an act were completely rational, "Their lives were lived at the expense of others. Is it not appropriate that, in death, they help to serve others, by feeding and filling our bellies with their flesh?"

When Leyrar apparently found little comfort, Freynis added, "Besides, you seemed not at all bothered to derive pleasure at their expense when you raped the boy..."

Leyrar's face went pale. Rape? He'd just been introduced to the idea of sex with another male today. He'd just had sex for the first time today. He'd been presented with a handsome, helpless boy and he'd...

But that wasn't... it couldn't have been. The blond's eyes started opening wide with horrific revelation.

Freynis could tell just what his friend was thinking, and he fed and encouraged the line of thought, "You pushed yourself into him. You could feel that he didn't want it. He even TOLD you that he didn't want it, but you did it anyway... and it felt good, didn't it?"

Leyrar was shaking, and he hung his head in shame at the question, knowing that Freynis was right. He'd raped another boy. He'd forced himself upon an unwilling victim for his personal gratification.

And he'd enjoyed it.

Freynis smiled slyly, having manipulated his lover into just the right emotional state. The dark-haired boy leaned in, pushed aside Leyrar's golden locks and licked the conflicted boy's ear before whispering, "It's okay that you enjoyed it. He would have done the same to you and more, far worse, had he been given the chance."

Leyrar felt terrible over what he had done, though the bulk of his guilt came from his not feeling as terrible as he felt that he should. He felt guilty over raping another boy, but he felt even more guilty at not feeling any sympathy for the drow he'd raped. He looked to the squirming, struggling, suffering drow boys and considered what Freynis said.

Then he quickly stuttered out, "That... that doesn't make it right! I'm no better than he is! We are no better than they are!"

Freynis tried to hide a satisfied smirk, with some limited success. He looked to the roasting youths, then back to Leyrar and asked, "You think we are no better? Do you have any idea what they would have done?"

Leyrar offered no hint of curiosity, but Freynis explained regardless, "They would have dragged you underground and raped you for days. Constantly. When they ran out of stamina, they would have disfigured and mutilated you in the most painful manner until they had endurance enough have their way with you again. They would have made you scream until your voice gave out, and then they would have laughed at your agonized, silenced expression. They might have kept you alive and in agony for a week, if it pleased them, and then, once finally bored with you, they would have left you where no one would find you to die slowly over a period of days.

Leyrar stared blankly. He didn't think to ask how Freynis could know such things; the reputation of the drow made the claim believable enough.

Freynis continued, "So you raped one of them. You did it once. You used him for your pleasure against his will, and then you were finished. You did not try to make him beg or sob or scream in agony for your amusement."

Leyrar tried to wrap his brain around the ideas being fed to him. He watched one of the dark elves tense firmly, clearly in pain, and the blond murmured, "But... they're suffering now..."

Freynis looked to the writhing drow and smirked, "It is painful for them to be roasted alive, yes..."

Addressing Leyrar again, the dark-haired boy continued, "...but their suffering will end very soon, and then they shall suffer no more. They would have raped you for days; you only raped the boy once. They would have made you suffer for as long as they could drag it out because your suffering alone would please them; we make them suffer for less than an hour, and we make them suffer only so that we may feed ourselves with their roasted flesh, and be nourished.

"No, Leyrar, I would say that we are far better than they are."

Leyrar swallowed firmly and nodded slowly. He wasn't sure that he truly believed the rationalization that Freynis had given him, but he couldn't think of a reasonable argument against the logic. Perhaps it was a good argument. Perhaps he was too distracted by the sensation of his cock being squeezed and stroked by the brown-haired boy.

Bartaugh spoke in a deep voice, gruff yet soothing, "Freynis, perhaps you should help your friend relax by sucking his cock."

Freynis beamed up at the minotaur and exclaimed, "With much pleasure, Master!"

Leyrar yelped softly with some surprise as his chest was kissed by the downward-moving brown-haired elf, then he let out a gasp of pleasure when he felt his friend's mouth wrapped firmly around his aching cock. The blond looked up, eyes half-closed through the pleasure already building in his groin, and he asked the minotaur in a half-whimper, "Y...you really want to eat them?"

Bartaugh smiled warmly and caressed the blond boy's cheek with his large hand as he answered, "Indeed. I will strip away and devour their succulent flesh until naught remains but bones. They're going to be delicious."

Leyrar stared at the rotating, roasting drow boys, barely hearing the minotaur's response. He nodded dumbly and rocked his hips into Freynis's eager and quite talented mouth. It felt good, too good for him to feel guilty about the fates of the boys over the fire.

The blond gave a smirk as he told himself that the two dark elf youths deserved this fate, then he turned his head and kissed the base of Bartaugh's cock firmly whilst surrendering to the intense pleasure of Freynis's cocksucking.

"I'm ... I'm gonna cum..."

The words were almost lost as the blond pressed his face firmly into Bartaugh's balls, but if Freynis did not hear them he still anticipated the coming release, perhaps through the erratic movements of his lover. He dipped his head forward and swallowed around the tip of Leyrar's cock, then he quickly drew back and waited to taste the first splashes of elf boy cum.

He did not have to wait long. Within seconds he was gifted with hot, thick cum fountaining out from his ecstatic lover's pulsing cock.

Freynis swallowed quickly and eagerly, both around the shaft in his mouth and at the cum that poured freely from it, keeping his lips tightly sealed until Leyrar was fully spent and panting against Bartaugh's crotch.

Freynis let the softening cock free from his mouth, then leaned forward to kiss his new friend's crotch directly. He and Leryraboth tensed when a voice boomed above them, sounding a playful admonishing.

"Freynis," the minotaur spoke, "you have been quite hospitable to your friend, but we have two other guests who have yet to cum."

Freynis gave a cute smile to a confused Leyrar. He stood and offered a hand to his friend.

"I'll show you what my master intends."

Leyrar was still dizzy and lightheaded from his orgasm, but he accepted the offered hand, which proved a good idea because he needed the help in rising up to his feet. The blond wobbled unsteadily for a moment, then -- after recovering his balance -- followed Freynis around to the side of one of the drow boys. Leyrar couldn't tell, with the boy's heat- treated hair tied up and out of the way of the fire, but it was the youth with free-flowing white hair, the one who Freynis had taken earlier.

The drow boys were turned facing directly upward, and Leyrar was shocked to see steam rising from the boy's nude, tormented body. They were both clearly defeated, flung far from the arrogant position they'd had when plotting against the two surface elf boys hours ago. They now clung to life, squirming and writhing in agony. Their eyes could barely open, yet they seemed to notice the presence of Leyrar and Freynis, and they actually seemed to be pleading as best they could given their current state -- though it was hard to tell if they were trying to beg for mercy or to spit out more obscenities and threats through their gags. Curiously, both boys were still hard, cocks still firmly -- albeit weakly -- twitching in their herbal wrappings, though Leyrar was still a bit too overwhelmed with the entire spectacle to think anything particularly unusual about that.

Freynis looked down at the drow boy before him, teasing cruelly and shocking Leyrar further.

"I know it hurts," the elf said, starting out sounding genuinely sympathetic, but that tone soon gave way to an obviously sarcastic one, "...but think of how that pain is helping to turn your body into delicious meat..."

Freynis teased the black-skinned scrotum, eliciting a groan of pain from the twitching youth on the spit, and the elf teased further, "Oh, are they sore? I bet they are... just think, right now your cum is boiling in your balls."

Freynis slipped his fingers up to lightly tease the drow's sock-covered penis, making it throb visibly, albeit weakly, within the fabric. The drow's face screwed up, as if he was somehow in even greater pain now. Leyrar squirmed with discomfort; he could tell, despite the youth's extremely weakened state, that the drow was actually trying to beg Freynis to stop playing with the tormented cock as the writhing dark elf obviously found no pleasure from the fondling.

Freynis seemed unmoved by the drow's obvious discomfort, instead grasping the socked-up drow length and giving it a squeeze for a moment before drawing his hand from the intensely hot drow and taunting further.

"Your penis feels very nice," Freynis said, "Quality meat. It's cooking in there... can you feel your penis cooking?"

The dark-haired elf prodded the sock lightly again. The drow's face twisted in pain, the tormented elf feeling all too well the cooking of his penis, and needing no reminders of the fact.

"Do you feel it? In a few hours it will be eaten. It's going to be delicious, spilling out all of its juices when teeth sink into it..."

The dark elf boy let out another muffled whine as Freynis grasped the socked shaft once more and gave it a light stroking.

"I know this hurts," Freynis teased, "...but we just need you to cum one last time. Then you can go to sleep, and it'll all be over. Besides, you liked the idea of a surface elf boy like me pleasuring your cock until you orgasmed, didn't you?"

Freynis leaned in just a bit and smiled wickedly, "Well, now you can have that... and at the same time season your cock, making it taste even better when it's eaten."

Leyrar stared in disbelief at his lover's cruelty. Then he watched with some shock as the drow boy's face screwed up further, as if in pain far worse than simply being cooked alive. In fact, the dark elf youth was feeling agony as his partially cooked testicles churned weakly and began pushing out as much of a release as they could muster in their heavily damaged state. Freynis's hand pulled free, but the drow's socked-up penis continued to twitch as the stimulation had already pushed him over the edge. The drow boy's eyes suddenly opened wide in shock and he let out a deep, horribly pained moan through his gag while a small volume of simmering boycum oozed from his shaft and spilled into the sock, very lightly soaking the member within.

And then the drow boy's eyes closed, and he went very still.

Leyrar noticed the sudden stillness and a chill went through him. He couldn't look away from the now motionless (save the rotation over the fire) boy and he stammered out, "Is...is he..."

He couldn't finish the question. Freynis answered it anyway.

"He's just meat now."

Leyrar swallowed hard and nodded, feeling somewhat detached from everything around him all of a sudden. He barely noticed his hand grabbed and tugged as Freynis led him around the roasting pit to the side of the remaining drow boy, who had somehow taken notice of the fate of his brother. He was writhing as best he could in spite of his sapped strength, making his still firm and socked-up eight-inch shaft bounce and bob about against his lower abdomen. He stared up at the two surface elf-boys, though his dry eyes were so tightly shut that only faint slits of white and red could be seen.

Leyrar couldn't look at the boy's face for long, so he quickly pulled his head away, instead finding himself focused on the drow's steaming genitals. He bit his lip and remembered the terrible taunting that Freynis had given the other boy, and he wondered what kind of agony the drow must be feeling from having his cock and balls slow-roasted like this.

"Touch his cock. See if you can make him cum like his brother..."

Freynis had noticed the focus of Leyrar's attention, and the brown- haired boy gave a wicked smile as he encouraged the blond.

Leyrar's heart began pounding at the suggestion and he looked to his friend apprehensively as his arm was grasped and pushed over the struggling boy.

"Don't try too hard," Freynis offered, "You don't want to keep your hand there too long or you'll get burned. Just grasp and squeeze gently."

Freynis released Leyrar's arm, but the blond boy continued to reach out toward the writhing drow's groin until soft, gentle elven fingers brushed over the twitching sock that held the dark elf's penis.

It elicited a rather violent reaction. The drow boy sucked in a breath, then started to force it out rather raspily as his body shook on the spit. Leyrar jerked his hand back and watched as the socked-up drowcock bounced and spasmed, the fabric of the sock further tickling the flesh and creating a feedback loop every time the boy's black erection throbbed and bounced. The drow's red eyes opened up just a little wider, a clear look of utter terror mixing with the agony in his expression.

Leyrar was somewhat fearful of the reaction. Freynis, however, was undeniably amused, and he offered more taunts to the roast.

"C'mon now, think of it this way. Yeah, your cock hurts right now, but at least you won't feel the blade slicing it off before we sink our teeth into it."

Leyrar felt something strange in the pit of his stomach. He didn't know if it was fear or excitement, but it prompted him to reach forth and grasp the weakly throbbing ensocked drow cock in his hand and give a firm squeeze, then relaxing but retaining his grip a second later.

That proved more than the drow could handle. His eyes opened up wide in shock, just like his brother's had done, and then his face screwed up as he felt a sensation like sharp spikes were driven all through his testicles, then one like scorching liquid fire shooting through his penis. Leyrar felt the organ in his hand throbbing erratically, and then he felt a hot, thick, gooey substance filling out the sock as the drow's partially cooked balls pumped out just a small sample of their contents.

Then the drow boy let out a gasp and went still. His eyes rolled back; the red irises vanished to white in the slits of his barely opened eyelids.

Then the drow boy's eyes closed forever.

Leyrar pulled his hand back suddenly, the blond gasping and shaking like a leaf from what he had done. He turned and saw Freynis, whose wicked expression now shone with approval.

"You snuffed him!" Freynis exclaimed. It wasn't an accusation. It was excited praise.

Leyrar trembled, trying to think of what to say. He didn't know how to respond, however, because he still didn't know how he felt about what had just happened.

He didn't get a chance to say anything. Within seconds Freynis leaped upon his blond lover, locking him into a passionate, deep kiss. After a moment's surprise, Leyrar found himself embracing the boy and returning the kiss with full force. The blond boy had 'snuffed' a drow elf youth, and now knew how it made him feel.

He was excited. He felt strong, powerful and even aroused. He took control of the kiss, surprising Freynis with a sudden forceful push and a grab at the brown-haired boy's erection. Freynis responded by squeezing the blond's cock in return and giving it a firm stroking.

Leyrar pulled his head back, reluctantly, and grunted out, "I...I'm going to cum again."

Freynis turned the blond to face the roasting boys, "Then cum on the meat. I want to taste you on them when I eat them."

Leyrar squeezed his lover's cock as his own was stroked furiously in reciprocation. He stared at the roasting drow boys, who Bartaugh had resumed rotating over the hot flames, especially at the youth he'd taken earlier. He'd dominated the boy, both by fucking him and snuffing out his life, and the thought of how he'd held such utter control sent him over the edge. A streak of elfcum shot out over the roasting pit, shooting out so far that it splattered across the upturned thighs, rumps and backsides of both drow youths.

Freynis, gasping in pleasure from the handjob given him by Leyrar, gave a shudder at the sight. He grunted out, "It's... my turn now..." and he bucked his hips against the blond's attentive hand, arcing out his seed onto the torsos of both dark elf boys as they turned upward into view.

The two fair-skinned elf boys pressed their lips into another passionate kiss, embracing tightly as their dark-skinned brethren cooked and sizzled beside them.

They were interrupted by a deep voice calling out to them. It sounded amused, but there was an assertion of authority in the tone also; much as Bartaugh was enjoying the sight, he had another task for his concubine and the visitor.

"As pleasant as that is to watch, there is still someone here who is as yet unspent."

Both surface elf boys turned to give sheepish smiles to the aroused minotaur who managed the rotation of the roasts. Freynis led, but Leyrar followed without hesitation back before the master of the cave, the two boys seating themselves once more between the creatures spread, thick thighs and then they wordlessly nestled their heads into Bartaugh's heavy scrotum, treating the heavy orbs to affectionate nuzzling and playful kisses. Leyrar rose up first, sliding his lips over the base of the minotaur's cock and suckling gently. He heard the faint smacking sounds of Freynis following along, and the two elf boys kissed and licked over the heavy minotaur penis while their hands remained to caress and lightly rub the heavy balls beneath.

Bartaugh let out a low groan of pleasure, telling the two elves at his crotch that he deeply appreciated the attention and affection given there. Still, he had to be somewhat restrained; he couldn't take his mind off of the task of turning the two handsome drow elf boys over the fire to ensure that they cooked evenly. His free hand slipped down and rubbed gently over Leyrar's backside, which encouraged the blond to rise up slightly and suckle nearer the tip of the minotaur erection. Leyrar tasted salty pre flowing down over the throbbing shaft at his face, and he lifted his head further, feeling the swollen tip of Bartaugh's cock on his lips at last. He slipped his soft elven tongue over the slit of the penis, feeling the warm liquid oozing out like sweet nectar, and he brought his hands to rub over the thick shaft firmly, making Bartaugh bellow out from the intense spike of pleasure.

Leyrar put his mouth over the tip of Bartaugh's cock, suckling firmly. He felt the shaft twitching against him, and he felt the minotaur shaking and tensing. The elf knew that he was giving intense pleasure, and he enjoyed that knowledge immensely. Leyrar sucked in a deep breath and Bartaugh's incredibly aroused scent, mixed with another pleasant aroma that the boy couldn't quite place -- he wasn't familiar with the scent of roasted drow -- drove him to suckle more firmly on the pre-dribbling cocktip. He felt a large, heavy hand rubbing his backside, then he felt another, smaller, hand rubbing his side. It was a firm prodding, as though trying to distract him. The blond tried to ignore it at first, but it diverted his attention sufficiently to allow him to hear Freynis speak at last.

"Be careful. My Master cums hard."

From the feel of things, his master would cum soon, too.

Leyrar barely comprehended the warning, but he unconsciously heeded it by slipping his lip away from the cockslit and mouthing more at the side of the swollen, throbbing glans. He tasted a river of pre flowing down over his face, and he drank it in eagerly while his hands gripped firmly at the shaft below and tugged.

And then Leyrar was privileged to experience the intensity and ferocity of a minotaur's orgasm.

It started with a loud, feral snarl, growling out and filling the room, rattling the sensitive ears of the two elven boys. It was quickly followed up with large, strong fingers curling against Leyrar's backside, a powerful hand pinning the blond elven youth to the creature's crotch and it climaxed with a sudden gush of cum erupting from the bull's massive red cock, splattering with impressive force against Leyrar's face.

Leyrar tried putting his mouth over the spurting tip so as to directly swallow down what was released. It proved to be a mistake; in less than a second his mouth was overfilled and thick cum poured from the throbbing cock and spilled quickly from the boy's lips. The blond drew back and hastily swallowed what he could before he resumed simply licking around the spurting slit, tasting the thick gooey release that poured down over the shaft and working to prolong his host's pleasure.

Bartaugh's pleasure lasted for twenty-five seconds, during which time his heavy balls gradually drained themselves by pouring out a heavy, hot mess onto the creature's chest and onto the nude bodies of his elven lovers below, coating them in copious, sticky seed. When it finished, the air was thick with the scent of his cum and the minotaur's roaring ended, leaving only the crackling of the fire and the squishy squelching noises of two cum-covered elves embracing one another while licking up only a fraction of the mess from their master's genitals.

The minotaur gave a heavy and deeply satisfied sigh, and then he looked to the steaming drow boys, who had continued to turn through the creature's efforts all through the intense orgasm.

They were coming along nicely. Their ebon skin could not show progress through darkening, but the minotaur's keen eyes could tell that the once smooth and nearly flawless texture had roughened and tightened from the exposure to the heat. The sheen on their bodies had changed subtly as the sauce had sealed over their skin, locking in the natural juices that were slowly cooking within their roasting flesh.

Bartaugh smiled lazily. The drow boys weren't quite ready to eat yet, but that was okay. The minotaur could take the time to enjoy the affections of his concubine, and also of his concubine's newfound friend. The creature lazily looked down to see streaks of cum on his cock being licked off daintily by the blond boy and the minotaur silently pondered what to do with this new arrival.

Leyrar was only dimly aware of his surroundings, as a cloud had surrounded his consciousness, fueled by the smell of minotaur crotch and cum before him, and nurtured by the taste that greeted his tongue. There was no magic in Bartaugh's cum, no special addictive properties nor any aphrodisiac to spur on acts of lust. It was pleasant enough to Leyrar's taste -- a bit heavy, quite salty, and a little thicker than elven sperm -- but apart from being so plentiful it wasn't exceptional. The two elven boys -- Leyrar especially -- dedicated so much effort to taking in the spilled seed because the taste and feel of it served as a reminder of the pleasure they'd given and received this night. Leyrar dragged his tongue through the short, coarse fur of Bartaugh's chest, elven tongue scooping up more of the thick, creamy seed that the minotaur had released there and his own elven cock twitched as he remembered how that cum had gushed out, fountaining up and over his head from an ecstatically twitching and writhing massive cock.

Bartaugh smiled, amused by Leyrar's continued affection. He wrapped his free arm around the boy, embracing the amorous elf as the youth rose up and surprised the minotaur with a sudden kiss on the lips. The minotaur pressed back slightly, returning the kiss as best he could with his comparably larger mouth, then he drew back, smiled, and turned to address Freynis, who was at present licking up spilled seed from the blond boy's chest.

"Your friend here is quite affectionate, and very talented in the art of pleasure."

The bull-creature's head turned to look down at the now brightly blushing blond boy and he spoke again.

"Leyrar, I invite you to live here, with us, if you so choose."

Leyrar was taken aback by the invitation, unsure how to respond. He'd had a wonderful time, even if he had learned a few shocking things about himself, but he hadn't really given thought to staying here.

Living here.

Not going home.

His head spun as he considered the implications. Would he witness more drow-roasting? He wasn't sure how he'd feel about that, and he wasn't sure that he wanted to find out how he'd feel about it. What about his friends and family at home? Would he have a chance to tell them where he was, or would he be forced to sever all ties to his past life?

He had hardly begun considering the implications of the choice before him when Freynis suddenly stood and threw himself at the minotaur in a surprisingly powerful hug. The brown-haired boy seemed immeasurably pleased, and even heavily relieved for some reason. Leyrar couldn't be sure, but he thought that he saw tears streaking down the cheeks of his lover as the boy's head buried itself into the creature's chest.

"Oh, thank you, Master!"

Freynis was gushing, sounding overwhelmed, hugging to his master tightly as the minotaur returned the hug with the one arm he had free. Bartaugh eyed the blond slyly and chuckled, "He hasn't said yes just yet..."

Noting Leyrar's conflict, the minotaur quickly assured the blond youth, "There is no need for an answer just yet."

Freynis turned to face Leyrar. It looked as though the brown-haired boy may have been crying while nuzzling the minotaur's massive chest, but Leyrar couldn't be certain, and he was interrupted in his attempt to examine more closely when Bartaugh announced, "Perhaps he may have an answer for us after dinner."

Leyrar's heart jumped and pounded. He'd nearly forgotten about the two dark elf boys still turning over the fire, even as he'd noticed Bartaugh's arm constantly at work on the crank. He turned his head toward the roasting pits and gasped softly at the stark transformation that the drow adolescents had undergone.

Their bodies were still naked and handsome. Their white hair was undamaged by the flame flame thanks to the liquid that soaked and slicked it. Their skin was still black.

But it was so different now.

It wasn't showing off the writhing of the muscle beneath. The muscle was still there, and well-displayed, but it was no longer writhing. In fact, the boys weren't moving at all. That wasn't all that had changed, though. Leyrar noted that the texture of the skin had been drastically altered. It was roughened, the irregularities of the texture well-accented by the glistening of the juices covering the bodies of the two drow boys.

Leyrar thought the texture was very much like that of a roasted animal. Then he realised, with another gasp, that the texture was EXACTLY like that of a roasted animal. These dark elf boys had been cooked like common meat animals. In fact, to the minotaur and his elven concubine, these dark elf boys WERE meat animals. The blond boy swallowed hard, trying to make himself understand that he was about to watch as these two dark elf youths were eaten.

Leyrar heard a fluttering and flapping beside him. He turned his head to see Freynis spreading a very large cloth out onto the floor by the main bonfire in the minotaur's cave, the blond guessing correctly that the evening meal would be served there. He turned back toward the firepit to see that Bartaugh had detached the spit of the ponytailed drow from the crank and was now lifting the roasted youth; the minotaur's large hands seemed totally unaffected by the heat as they grasped the ends of the metal rod.

Bartaugh smiled to the curious blond elf boy and beckoned, "Come along. You needn't eat if you're not in the mood to taste sentient flesh, but I would like for you to sit with us."

Leyrar, not able to really think of a reason not to do so, followed along, and as he approached the minotaur he realised that a scent that had been teasing him for the last few hours had grown much, much stronger. It wasn't an unpleasant scent; in fact, it had been rather appealing and even inspired hunger, but Leyrar had been bothered by his inability to place the source.

He'd figured out the source now, and he felt rather stupid for not realising it sooner. It wasn't lack of intelligence that had prevented Leyrar from identifying the scent as being the roasted flesh of the two dark elf boys; the blond youth simply hadn't been able to fully accept that the drow youth could be considered 'meat'.

They were 'meat' now, however. It was an unusual, exotic meat, but it was roasted meat nonetheless. Leyrar wasn't sure how he felt about the revelation, and so he simply continued following the minotaur dumbly.

Bartaugh carried the roasted drow to the cloth that Freynis had laid out, then he set the bound, cooked youth on his backside on the cloth. Freynis, knife in hand, began working at the bindings that held the roast to the spit and Bartaugh dropped a heavy hand onto Leyrar's shoulder.

"Sit with your friend. I'll bring the other boy over."

Leyrar did as told, and he couldn't help but watch Freynis work. The blond thought to offer aid, but before he could even think to ask how he might help, the other elf had cut away the last of the ropes holding the dark elf in place. Leyrar just stared dumbly as Freynis removed the cloth scraps from the roast's hair and mouth, then used the scraps to shield his hands as he pulled the roasting spit away from the cooked boy. After pulling the roasting spit aside, Freynis surprised Leyrar with one of the cloth scraps and a request.

"Can you help me get his legs stretched out?"

Leyrar stared down at the cloth for a moment, and then he looked to the roasted drow on the cloth. He blinked several times, not knowing where to begin and so bewildered that he didn't think to ask for advice before Freynis suddenly warned, "Just take it slow and ease it into place. And be careful, he's still hot."

Leyrar watched his friend, using the cloth for heat protection, grasp the drow's right ankle and gently ease the lower leg from beneath the thigh. Thinking it seemed a simple enough task, Leyrar wrapped the cloth as best he could around the left ankle. He balked slightly as he felt the texture of the cooked flesh at his hand, but then he mirrored his friend's actions as well as he could. The knee joint felt much stiffer than the blond had anticipated, but with a slow, gradual tug the newcomer boy managed to straighten the left leg out completely beside the right, just in time for Bartaugh to return with the roasted drow boy's brother.

Minutes of rope-slicing, spit-pulling and leg-tugging later, both drow boys were laid out on the cloth, on their backs, side-by-side. Freynis was just finishing up stretching out the left leg of the second boy, and he leaned low to stare at the drow youth's roasted toes.

Leyrar leaned in also, wanting to know what his friend found so intriguing. It was an interesting sight for the blond; juices dribbled down the sole of the foot, and strands of moisture clung between each steaming toe. Leyrar found himself wanting to study it further, though he also couldn't quite understand Freynis's fascination; all indications where that his brown-haired lover had seen such a sight before. There was something else in Freynis's expression, something that Leyrar found slightly disturbing; the brown-haired boy was thinking something, desiring something, and Leyrar could almost figure out what it was save for something in his mind refusing to accept it.

And then Leyrar's contemplation was abruptly derailed when he heard a voice of approval from above boom out, "Go ahead, Freynis."

Freynis blushed brightly and meekly replied, "T...thank you, master..."

And then, as Leyrar watched in shock, the brown-haired elf boy opened his mouth, leaned forward, and took a large bite from the middle of the sole of the dark elf's left foot.

Freynis's teeth sank in slowly, releasing a trickle of juices from the crisped, cooked skin. Leyrar stared as his lover pulled out a mouthful of drow flesh and began chewing. The blond boy stared in disbelief at the bite mark in the drow's roasted foot, then he stared up at his lover.

Freynis seemed slightly lost in his meal. He was chewing the delightful morsel slowly, enjoying the texture and flavor of the flesh for several seconds before he noticed Leyrar's stare. The blushing brown-haired boy quickly swallowed his mouthful and sheepishly offered, "I... I told you he had nice feet."

Leyrar nodded slowly, face burning red as he finally understood that strange comment from so many hours ago. He looked up to Bartaugh as if for guidance, only to be shocked once again.

The minotaur had pulled the lower left leg of the ponytailed drow boy off at the knee, and Leyrar looked up just in time to see the large teeth biting down firmly on the flesh of the drow boy's calf, tearing away a large chunk of meat and exposing the bone beneath when the limb was finally pulled from the creature's jaws.

Bartaugh chomped noisily through the legmeat in his maw, then he swallowed it down and regarded Leyrar's reaction with open amusement.

"You needn't be coy about what you think of choice of meat," the minotaur suggested, "...your cock betrays your feelings on the matter."

Leyrar stared down and was deeply embarrassed to see not only that he was sporting an aching, throbbing erection, but also that his cock was dribbling a rather copious amount of pre onto the cloth, mixing with the drowjuices already spilled there.

Freynis turned his attention from the drow foot, from which the ravenous elf had taken several more bites, to his blond lover. He offered a playful kiss on the embarrassed boy's nose and quickly said, "Their flesh is delicious. Don't be ashamed to be tempted... taste it."

Leyrar stared at the partially eaten foot, noticing the exposed cooked muscle beneath the skin, already seeing bones poking through where meat had been stripped away. It was starting to look less like a boy's foot and more like a partially eaten roast.

Leyrar's mouth was watering. He couldn't deny it any more than he could deny the steady dribble of thick pre from his throbbing erection. He also couldn't deny the growing hunger in his stomach and the burning curiosity sparked at the sight of Freynis's first bite.

Then he stopped contemplating. He forced himself to forget about how he would feel about such an act and he simply closed his eyes, leaned forward and bit firmly into the fleshy side of the drow sole.

His teeth tore away the exquisitely tender meat with far greater ease than he'd expected. Leyrar rolled the morsel of drowflesh about his mouth for a moment, tasting the tangy juices that had permeated the drow boy's flesh. The blond's face flushed with embarrassment when he felt a hand wrapping a his cock, but he didn't let that stop him from biting down into the meat.

Leyrar opened his eyes and stared at the face of the boy whose flesh he was now slowly chewing. This drow elf, a sentient, thinking being, was now just roasted meat in his mouth.

It was good meat in his mouth.

Actually, it was delicious meat in his mouth.

This drow boy, face still so recognizable, was delicious, succulent, tender meat. At that moment, Leyrar wanted nothing more than to eat the flesh of the dark elf.

The blond's inhibitions faded as he chomped up the delectable meat, now feeling it right, proper and just that he should devour the boy who had plotted such cruelty.

Swallowing the meat at last, Leyrar looked down to his brown-haired lover, noticing that the toes of the drow foot were gone, with only bones protruding in their place, and that Freynis's mouth was chewing up an apparent mouthful. The blond smiled slyly, caressed his lover's cheek and said, without a hint of shame or doubt, "He tastes good."

Bartaugh watched as the two elven boys assaulted the roasted drow foot, the blond now tearing out bites of flesh just as eagerly as the dark- haired boy. The minotaur idly munched away the leg that he'd removed earlier, but he managed to strip away the flesh from the bone in a matter of minutes while his concubine and the visitor were still busy. The creature's cock twitched as the footflesh was rapidly stripped away, and Bartaugh was slowly stroking himself by the time the two eager elves lifted messy faces from a loose collection of bare foot bones.

Bartaugh's expression was a somewhat twisted mixture of lust and hunger, and it reflected in his tone as he rumbled to his concubine, "Remove the socks. You may choose one for yourself and your friend. Serve the other to me."

Leyrar stared up at the minotaur, not fully understanding the instruction. The blond looked to his lover and quietly asked, "Sock?"

He figured out the answer to the question when Freynis began toying with the sock still firmly wrapped onto the erect penis of the free-haired drow boy. With a bit of effort the brown-haired boy managed to loosen the drawstring at the base of the cock, and then he slowly peeled the now quite moistened fabric away, revealing the cooked male flesh beneath.

The boy's cock hadn't changed much in outward appearance. It was moist, however, covered in a layer of thick, gooey, cooked drow cum, which only now was free to very slowly flow down the shaft and over onto the sizzling testicles beneath. The skin of the cock, not having been exposed directly to the heat, had mostly retained its soft, smooth texture though the steam rising up from the thick spire of flesh suggested to Leyrar that the organ was no less thoroughly cooked than the rest of the drow.

Leyrar's cock twitched again. The drow's genitals were a beautiful sight, and the blond elf was having some difficulty comprehending that such a handsome thing could be causally regarded as little more than food.

Then he let out a quiet, startled yelp when Freynis slid the blade of his knife at the base of the drow's scrotum and causally and quickly sliced upward, taking two seconds to glide the blade through the scrotum and cockbase to completely sever the drow genitals.

Leyrar found it a surreal sight; the drow's cock and balls were quite handsome, yet it was so eerie to see them in all of their glory without the rest of the dark elf boy's body to frame it. The blond boy found it very odd to see a disembodied cock and balls lifted up in gentle elven hands, then plucked by a much larger hand that quickly lifted the still steaming and dripping cooked male parts toward an open gaping maw before tossing them into the waiting jaws.

Leyrar squeaked at the realisation that he was about to witness another boy's genitals being devoured.

Bartaugh chomped down rather firmly. Leyrar could see the minotaur's large molars crushing the dark elf's testicles before the creature's mouth closed completely, and spurt of thick white goo could be seen dribbling down the minotaur's lips. A broad tongue quickly licked the mess away, and the rest was left to Leyrar's imagination as Bartaugh chewed up the apparently delightful morsel before rather visibly swallowing a lump down his throat.

Bartaugh gave a somewhat dark smile to the blond boy and asked, "Are you going to eat that?" while gesturing downwards.

Leyrar looked where the minotaur indicated. Freynis had removed the sock from the second boy, the boy upon whom Leyrar had forced himself so many hours ago, and exposed a cooked cock no less handsome than the one that had just met its end in the teeth of a ravenous minotaur. The newcomer elf's heart skipped a beat when he felt the handle of a knife being pushed into his hands, and he stared incredulously when Freynis gave a mischievous smile; no words were spoken, but the invitation was obvious.

Leyrar looked to the blade, then back to the drow boy's groin. Even as his somewhat unsteady hand brought the knife toward the glistening, slightly crisped scrotum the young elf couldn't help but feel apprehension. Yes, the drow before him was dead and could feel nothing and yes, he'd already tasted the flesh of dark elf boy, but there still seemed something, well, wrong about emasculating the drow. He stared at the scrotum, watching the gooey, cooked boycum slowly flowing and coating the skin. He looked to the tip of the shaft and watched a bit of thick juice trickle very slowly from the cumslit, almost like pre but just the wrong consistency and colour.

Heart pounding, the blond finally lowered the knife to the base of the groin and pushed upward, feeling the faint resistance as he hit the cooked flesh there, then feeling the resistance fail as the blade sliced into the meat.

Apprehension quickly melted to elation as Leyrar watched himself slowly easing the blade up, gradually carving the dark elf's genitals from the body. His cock twitched and his heart raced as he stared at the blade's travel beneath the drow's scrotum and cockbase, until finally he was able to let go of the blade and slowly lift the severed cock and balls in his hands.

Leyrar stared at the heavy orbs and felt the thick juices that flowed from the scrotum and onto his fingers. He studied the steaming, plump, cooked spire of the drow's cock and he felt his stomach growl with hunger.

"It...it's beautiful...", the blond murmured.

Freynis watched also. While not quite as mesmerized, he could deny neither the mouth-watering nor the cock-hardening effects of the sight. He softly encouraged his lover.

"Take a bite."

Leyrar felt an innate sense that it was wrong for him to do what he had just been encouraged to do. It was immoral. It was practically cannibalism.

Actually, it was cannibalism. Differences in the shade of his face aside, eating the flesh of an elf -- even a dark elf -- was nothing less than cannibalism. Leyrar realised at last that he was being encouraged to commit an act of cannibalism. And then he realised that he already had committed an act of cannibalism with his first bite from the other boy's foot.

He was a cannibal!

And then the blond boy decided to stop worrying about whether his actions were moral or immoral and he simply gave in to his desires, his hungers and his lusts, leaning forward and sinking his teeth into the glans of the cooked cock before him. He tasted warm, gooey liquids gushing over his tongue as he pulled the mouthful of cockmeat into his mouth. He leaned back and slowly chewed into the soft meat, nearly overwhelmed with the flavor that hit him.

Several second passed as the blond delicately chewed the indescribably delicious meat, and all the while he stared at the remains of the drow shaft, watching thick juices streaming out steadily from where the flesh had been bitten. He saw Freynis lean in and chomp into what was left of the glans and his cock twitched as he noticed that the drow penis was a full inch smaller. Wanting to see it shrink further, Leyrar leaned forward and took another bite. He chewed the flesh of the shaft, finding it almost imperceptibly firmer (though no less delectable) than the glans had been, and as he contemplated the flavor and texture of the meat Freynis's head dipped in for the next bite.

Bartaugh leaned back, holding up a roasted left thigh in one hand and his cock in the other, stroking himself slowly and casually as he watched the two surface elves alternate taking bites from the cooked drowcock, slowly whittling it down, making it vanish in segments. The creature took a huge bite from the drow's legflesh and tensed slightly as the sight fueled his lust. The minotaur chewed up the mouthful of meat slowly, swallowing only when the boys had reduced their meal to a mere two inches, and he felt his copious pre flowing over his fingers. He grunted, "That's hot...", though only to himself; his words were lost upon the enraptured elven cannibals.

Leyrar felt an almost feral lust controlling him as he took the second to last bite of roasted elf cock. Freynis chomped at the last of it, leaving the blond with only the dark elf's heavy balls in his juice-soaked hands. The boy didn't hesitate; he brought the heavy, hot orbs to his mouth and bit into one of them firmly, feeling hot, gooey, boiled boy cum spurting out onto his face and tongue. The meat shifted in his hands as Freynis pushed his head in and bit into the other testicle.

It took fifteen seconds of constant nipping of each orb, with steaming, simmered, cooked cum squirting out onto lustful faces with every bit of flesh bitten off before the drow's testicles were no more; each swollen orb now chomped up and in the stomach of a surface elf. The two boys' lips had met after each had taken their last bite, and they pressed together in a sudden, rough kiss before their tongues wandered, each boy lapping up the spilled juices and simmered drow cum from the other's face. When the final remnants of the drow's genitals were slurped away the two elven boys resumed their kiss, pressing together passionately and embracing one another tightly.

Freynis thought to drive his lover to the floor, wanting to push his cock into the blond's tight body, and he was taken off-guard when Leyrar proved the faster at having his way. The brown-haired boy was pushed down onto his back in between the roasted drow youths, and his legs were forcefully lifted up to expose his tight hole to his blond lover's probing cock. He closed his eyes tightly and let out a yelp of surprise as he was penetrated suddenly by a pre-slickened cock, then he slowly looked up to see the dominant Leyrar pounding and panting above.

Leyrar gave a sly smirk at the dark-haired elf's shocked expression and he responded to apparent grunts of discomfort with firmer and more forceful thrusts up into the tight elven butt.

The blond looked to his right and saw the still steaming form of the drow whose penis he had just tasted so intimately. He grabbed the left arm of the dark elf and jerked it across Freynis's face and growled, "Bite the flesh. I want to see you eat him."

Freynis was wholly unused to such rough treatment, even when pleasuring Bartaugh, yet he found the dominance of his friend exciting, refreshing and unbelievably erotic. His cock ached as it bounced against his belly and Freynis was on the verge of grabbing it himself just before he felt his lover's hand grabbing and squeezing it. When the hot flesh of the roasted drow arm pressed to his lips he scarcely needed the instruction to prompt him to bite in firmly, just above the wrist, tearing out a thick portion of the flesh. Leyrar joined in the meal seconds later, adding a cannibalistic feast to the passionate love-making, a frenzy of lust and hunger that lasted for minutes of forceful thrusting and wet chewing, climaxing in a hot, wet spray over Freynis's belly and a wonderful, warm filling sensation at his insides.

Spent at last, and slightly sore from the exertion, Leyrar collapsed upon his lover and joined the dark-haired elf in nibbling the flesh from the fingers of the dark elven hand, now that the forearm had been nearly completely stripped to the bone. Leyrar was just finishing off the thumb and Freynis was biting into the palm when both boys felt something very thick and hot pushing against their legs.

Bartaugh knelt behind the two elves and he growled deeply as the two surface boys writhed and squirmed against the thick minotaur cock pushed between them, drawing their attention to him at last.

"I am horny...", the creature announced, "...and you shall pleasure me."

His tone was dark and commanding, though not dire. It carried no hint of force or threat of cruelty, yet the surface elves beneath him felt a sense of urgency as they scrambled into position. Leyrar pulled himself free of his lover and both boys knelt before the minotaur on either side of the creature's crotch, and each handsome boy instantly began kneading and suckling over the firm flesh of the beast's cock.

Bartaugh smiled wide, pleased with the rapid compliance (and more than a little pleased with the pleasure that the attentions to his cock brought him). His hands completely free, the minotaur took a moment to rip the ponytailed drow boy's entire remaining leg out from the hip, then he took a bite out of the thigh, deliberately showering his crotch and the two elf boys servicing him with copious cooked boy juices. Leyrar and Freynis didn't mind; in fact, they rather eagerly lapped at the tangy droplets that mingled with the continuous flow of salty pre.

Leyrar's head was spinning; the tastes and pleasures of the evening had left a thick fog that covered and clouded his awareness. He felt thick minotaur cockflesh throbbing against his face and he could smell Bartaugh's powerful arousal. He heard the noisy chewing of roasted drow meat and he felt the warm splatters of the boy's juices on his skin. Most of all, however, he felt an intense urging, a deep longing to feel and taste the warm gush of minotaur cum that had showered him earlier.

Bartaugh sucked the last of the flesh from the roast drow's right thigh and began working on the calf, though he wasn't certain that he could complete his meal before the pleasure became too much to bear. The minotaur bit down firmly into the meat, scraping his teeth on the bone as he pulled the flesh from the lower limb. The creature felt the caress of soft elven hands and the kisses of hot elven mouths on his cock, and then he felt the light prodding of firm elven penises rubbing against his heavy balls and warm pre leaking into the short fuzz of his scrotum.

That was enough. Bartaugh gritted his teeth firmly, chomping into and cracking drow leg bone as his cock erupted once more, gushing up in a hot, thick spurt that rose several feet into the air before falling heavily onto the elven boys below.

More spurts followed, and the two surface elves turned their heads upward momentarily to catch the falling minotaur cum in their mouths before they resumed firm suckling on the throbbing, pulsing shaft, licking up the thick cum that began flowing freely from the tip after the initial high spurts. Each boy took in mouthfuls of the creature's cum while writhing and snuggling up to the huge bull-creature, their elven cocks ejaculating thick semen onto Bartaugh's balls moments later, soaking the fur of the scrotum.

Bartaugh looked down through half-lidded eyes and smirked, seeming utterly satisfied. He tossed the foot -- all that was left of the drow's right leg -- down toward Freynis and chuckled darkly, "Eat.", then he watched as the two elves once more engaged in a ravenous feast.

The next few hours were significantly quieter. Everyone had been rather exhaustively spent, and so the meal resumed, and ultimately concluded, without any further sexual play. Several steaks were carved from each drow's backside, and more from the flesh of their abdomens, though Bartaugh devoured most of the meat from all of them. Leyrar and Freynis didn't mind, though; they had significantly smaller appetites than the minotaur, and they were content to sample occasional bites from the various cuts of meat while allowing their master the lion's share of the food. The two elf boys did spend a bit of time scraping and sucking meat from the drow boys' rib bones, and they seemed to enjoy slurping flesh off of the remaining fingers and toes, though the minotaur consumed most of the meat from the limbs themselves.

Eventually Leyrar's head was spinning from fatigue and his stomach felt nearly filled to capacity with succulent drow flesh, which was just as well as little was left of the two drow captives beyond a pile of assorted bones. He looked to Freynis, who was at the time holding up the head of one of the boys. To call it severed would be somewhat inaccurate; it hadn't been cut off directly, it had simply fallen away as the meat around the neck was eaten. Leyrar blinked for a moment at the sight, but then he recognized the flowing ponytail hanging down under the back of the roasted head. He gave a sly grin and leaned forward, surprising both Freynis and Bartaugh when he gave the roasted lips a firm, passionate kiss that abruptly segued into chewing and slurping, ending when the blond pulled back with his mouth filled with the lips and part of the cheeks of the roasted boy.

Leyrar blushed when he noticed the reactions, then he swallowed quickly and addressed the disembodied drow head while tapping the exposed lower skull.

"Thanks for a wonderful meal."

Less than an hour later the minotaur was at his bed, and both surface elf boys were at his crotch, heads nestled against his thighs and balls. Everyone was exhausted and ready to sleep, but Bartaugh reminded his concubine and the blond about the previous offer.

"Leyrar, have you decided if you would like to live here?"

Leyrar looked up, as if he'd nearly forgotten that there was a choice. The dark-haired boy beamed to his blond lover, though his expression turned to one of worry and guilt when Bartaugh suddenly admonished his concubine.

"Freynis, you must tell him the truth."

Leyrar looked to his lover, curious about the guilty look. Freynis nodded slowly and explained.

"I... I did not know that Bartaugh had captured two drow elves when I brought you here with the promise of a long pig dinner."

Leyrar nodded slowly. Freynis could see that his lover did not fully comprehend and, after gathering his courage, he continued, "Had... had my Master not captured the two boys... it..."

Freynis looked about to cry, but he managed to stay stoic as he blurted out the truth, "...it would have been you who would have roasted for dinner."

Leyrar's eyes opened wide in shock at the revelation. He wanted to be disgusted at the boy, he wanted to hate this elf who had lured him into the home of an elf-eating minotaur with plans to have him roasted alive. He wanted to strike out at the brown-haired waif, knowing now that it could just as easily been he who was 'snuffed' while suffering in agony over a roasting fire.

He wanted it, but he couldn't bring himself to resent this elven boy with whom he had shared such intimacy and pleasure.

Instead, Leyrar looked away and meekly whimpered, "Y...you would have eaten my cock? Even though I am a surface elf like you? You would eat my flesh?"

Freynis couldn't look at his blond love anymore, not while feeling such intense shame for hiding this terrible truth. He paused, not sure how to put his answer delicately, and then he finally answered rather matter-of-factly, "I ... I have tasted surface elf flesh before. Bartaugh and I have roasted and eaten more surface boys than we have drow."

There was a brief pause, then Freynis quickly added, "Bartaugh would have eaten your cock. I am only allowed to devour cockflesh when we roast two boys at once. My Master offers me the choice of which boy's cock I wish to eat, as he did tonight."

Leyrar nodded dumbly. He looked up to Bartaugh for some sign that the words were false, hoping that this was some kind of test. He saw a stern minotaur face staring back at him. There was no malice in the look, but the blond could tell that he was indeed staring upon one who had eaten the flesh of elfkind before. All elfkind, not merely dark elf.

Freynis sniffled, now sobbing softly for fear of losing this newfound love, "But I do not wish for you to be eaten! Not after having felt your passion! I've never felt so alive with any elf I've brought home to my Master. That's why I was so happy when he invited you to stay. I knew that it meant that he would not roast you.

Leyrar was still staring up at Bartaugh, though he heard every word that Freynis spoke. He wasn't sure whether to trust them as truth, but the blond gave a curious look when the minotaur nodded very faintly, as if silently and subtly confirming the sincerity of Freynis's emotional plea.

Freynis sobbed quietly, "I...I'm sorry to have deceived you. I was afraid, even when I knew that he would allow you to stay rather than roast. I ... I did not wish to upset you."

The dark-haired boy lightly touched the blond's cheek, but then he drew his hand away while murmuring, "I... I love you, Leyrar."

Leyrar seemed completely numb. He looked down, no longer staring at the minotaur. He stared at nothing, his eyes aimed at the wall but not focused upon anything. He thought about surface elf boys, possibly his own friends, meeting their end to satisfy Freynis's and Bartaugh's appetites.

He looked at his hand. Skin so pale would darken and brown when cooked. The black drow skin couldn't show it through a change of colour, but a surface elf boy like himself would turn a golden brown after a few hours over that fire.

Leyrar didn't even notice that he was shaking; he was too stunned that he would even consider such a concept. Before today, before he'd talked himself into raping another boy, before he'd witnessed two boys roasted whole and alive, before he had tasted the roasted flesh of another boy, before all that had happened in the last few hours, Leyrar could never have come close to contemplating the colour and texture of a roasted elf boy, nor of imagining the glisten of light off of juices dribbling down dried and cooked skin. It simply wouldn't have even occurred to him to consider that such a thing would happen to another boy.

Now he couldn't get the image out of his head. He thought back of home, of the friends he had there, of his family members, those whom he loved dearly, how any one of them could become that roasted image that would not leave his mind.

After a very painful pause he spoke, offering no emotion in his voice, "My friends. My family. They would come looking for me. My brother. My own brother will likely seek me out."

Leyrar turned to face Freynis again, staring with deeply accusing eyes as he asked, "If my brother came here, would you roast him? Would you and your Master eat the flesh of my brother, even as I watched?"

Freynis looked away in shame, almost unheard as he softly whimpered out, "Y...yes."

Leyrar nodded slowly, taking in the answer.

After another excruciating pause he replied, "Well... I hope that he does not come alone. If he comes with another elf, I could taste his cock after we cook them."

Leyrar's mouth twisted into a sly smile, though it was hard to see when Freynis tackled him in a sudden passionate kiss.