How to cook 'mur meats
How to properly cook 'mur meats
By Lekko Foxmur
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This story contains graphic content, and not nearly in your typical 'porno' way. This is harsh, cruel, hard, and disturbing to very very very many out there. If you are squeamish about snuff, CBT, castration, ect.. leave now. Close your browser, un-watch me, whatever. If you do like this stuff, read on.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! NO WHINING!
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Most folks never really think about what goes into a good meal. They just order a piece of meat, not thinking about where it came from, or what it once belonged to. Nobody stops to think about what the previous owner of that slab of meat thought about the very thing you are eating. What would they say if they were right there?
This is the premise for one of the most exclusive diners in the world. It is filled with patrons wishing to answer these very questions, asking the meal they are coming off as they are being cooked and served actually. Now, most of these diners are of the more predatory nature, having a desire to take whatever they want, making it as best for themselves as they can. Most of the meals, however, are not willing most of the time, and are caught or hunted for sport by those that have the means. If you have any issue with these types of places, then leave now, otherwise I invite you to listen to the protocols and methods of cooking a live meal.
First, you have to get your meal in question. There are many places to start your search: old houses, streets, schools, lonely alleyways... there are simply too many to list, and it is the more fun to find your own prey to stalk and capture. Keep in mind that while picking your future meal, to carefully study them. Keep an eye on how their musculature is structured, is it meaty? Is your meal soft? Are they lean? Are they youthful? These will all affect the final outcome of the meal.
One other important factor in deciding what you will roast, is your future meal's species.
Foxes are readily abundant, and prove to be rather tasty when properly cooked and prepared. Raccoons are the same for the most part, with a slightly tangier meat in a few places. Avians tend to be lighter, easier to cook, and produce less meat. Felines can also be eaten, although they put up a fight most of the time. Also: feline genital meats tend to not be nearly as satisfying as the main focus. Horses are also particularly popular, simply for their large penis which provides a meal in and of itself. Dragons tend to have the same, but are almost impossible to capture. Rabbits are prime meat, which are easy to find and gullible enough to be an easy catch. They are more than a meal, with their strong musky genitals and large ears and feet, they make for excellent meals. Hybrids are always exciting, since they are always something completely unexpected, not ever really tasting like anything familiar, and are always an interesting challenge.
Once you have caught your meal, you can bring them to the restaurant, where you can either prepare your meal yourself, or allow one of our trained chefs to cook your meal for you.
In this story, a Cheetah has captured himself a rather interesting gourmet oddity: a live, fresh, foxmur. An odd creature, easily mistaken at times for a raccoon, but is a hybrid mixture of a fox and a lemur. This particular one just so happened to be named "Lekko".
Demitri hauls the sedated creature in the side entrance, dropping his dazed future meal off to the restaurant. Unsure how he captured it, but indifferent in either case, "caught another one?" the worker asks.
"Yup! He just looked too interesting to pass up. What an odd mix of a mutt." The cheetah jokes.
"what the heck is he? Raccoon?" The worker lynx asks, poking the stunned creature in the side, feeling the warm bit of pudge there, thinking how lean some of the meat must be.
"He's actually called a foxmur. Half fox, half lemur."
"ah.. never seen one of those here before. He got a knot?"
"Oh yeah... I can't wait to sink my teeth into it." The cheetah answers, licking his lips.
"How long do you want us to keep him this time? We thought you almost forgot about that last one you brought us. He must have been pent up something fierce after being built up for that month." says the Lynx worker. At this particular restaurant, they have pens to hold the future meals. Special pens. These are designed to bind up the creature from pleasure itself, but allow for plenty of exercise to get the meat tender and keep it all fresh.
"I'm thinking about two weeks for this one. He gets around a lot, so I want to give his bits quite a bit of rest before I cook 'em."
The Lynx nods, "well, your call. So the 13th then I should book you two a room? I think the corner one you like is open then. It has that grill you like so much."
"Really? Sweet I'm in. I guess I'll see you then." He giggles gleefully, his future meal all set in place. He bends down and pinches the foxmur's sleeping cheek and wiggles it, "and I'll be tasting you on the 13th! Enjoy these next two weeks as much as you can! Well.." He looks up to the grinning lynx, "..as much as he can without spooging, right?"
They share a laugh and wave goodbye, the foxmur hauled inside by the lynx and the cheetah skipping off, his mind flooded with the thoughts of what he wants to do to the poor hapless creature doomed to be his meal on the 13th.
The next two weeks were hell on the poor kitty. He had to eat pizza, Thai, Chinese, Burgers... nothing seemed to taste at all as good as what was on his mind. That cursed waiting period while the meat is prepared and seasoned, those two delicious orbs slowly expanding from his unspent cream. His heart races each time it is dinner, smelling the scents from the kitchen, thinking how each would suit the delectable meats awaiting him, pondering what to use.
In a sudden blink of pure brilliance, the cheetah calls up the restaurant a week in advance, hastily getting through to the lynx.
"Hey! How's my meal doing?" He asks, anxious to make sure all is going well there.
"Don't worry, don't worry, we got things covered. He took well to the exercise routine. He has a lot of pent up frustration to work out. He almost whines himself to sleep each night after we bind him up. Kinda is annoying, but I'm not working the night shifts either." The worker chuckles.
"Ah, heh... good to know." His mouth waters at the mere thought of those trapped bits waiting for him. "Say.. can you do something special for him?"
"sure.. what did you have in mind?"
"well.." The cheetah, thinks, unsure how well this will take, "I was thinking of doing a sort of... marinade on his bits."
"...oh?"
A long pause as Demitri hopes the lynx gets it.
"..yeah.. I was thinking if you could get some sauces and fill his sheath with them, then bind up the tip or something so it soaks in the sauce and marinades the meat. You know.."
The Lynx laughs, "oh! yeah.. we do that every now and then with this other customer. He does it a bit differently, but same concept."
"Oh really? I thought I was the first!" He laughs, relieved that it is a requested thing. "..so how does the other guy do it?"
The lynx thinks a moment, "I only had to help once, but as I recall what they did was get the meal hard, then put a sock around the cock, band it on at the base, and soak up the juices into the sock. The cotton works wonders to keep it like that. We had to do that four times a day for a week, each time for about an hour. Then we injected the seasonings into the shaft when he wasn't hard. It works out really well I guess."
The cheetah just sat there, his jaw open and almost drooling on he phone. He had to unbuckle his belt just to be able to talk while hearing the methods. "Y.. you can do that? I mean, can you do that for me on mine?" He asks, amazed at the service of this place.
"sure! I been wanting to try it, but nobody asks. I'll ask the hawk how he does it, get some tips. I really like the one you caught this time. Any chance I can have a bite or two? I like paw meats.."
The cheetah grumbles, not wanting to give away any of his new obsession, but reluctantly agreeing, knowing the extra hassle of monitoring a meal's erection, especially bound and seasoned, without making it cum is a chore for anyone. To also have it done for a week is a colossal pain, so he did owe the lynx. "sure.. which one do you want?"
"I've had my eye on his right hind paw. It looks just really meaty. I always had a thing for 'em. That okay with you?"
Demitri was somewhat relieved, he didn't especially care for those meats anyways, so he was willing to let them go. In fact, usually he tosses them out after he had his favorite bits. "Sure! Hey, if you really want you can have the pair of 'em. I'm not going to..."
"wow really? Thanks! I'll make sure your 'pet' here gets all the special treatment he deserves!" The lynx sounds quite excited at that. "I'll go put the socks on him right away!"
They exchange goodbyes and the cheetah hangs up, feeling giddy all over. He paws at his spined cock and paws himself off, thinking in his mind about the trapped meal, and how tasty it will be, and how right now it was being marinaded in a nice sauce, with his urges pent up and not allowed to cream for the next week, if ever again.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the day finally came. The morning of the 13th, the cheetah woke up at full attention. His dreams filled with various cooking dreams, biting dreams, hot dogs, sausages.. too many ideas. Demitri pawed himself awake and went about his daily things somewhat absentmindedly, only one thing on his mind. Eagerly, he calls the restaurant up and gets his time to be there.
6:00pm.
That's when it starts.
Promptly at six, Demitri shows up and the Lynx he knew and had talked to all week was at the front ready to greet him. "I have everything all set up for you. He's already bound and waiting for you sir, shall I take you to your room?"
The cheetah just nods, already salivating and just ready to tear into the meat.
The two walk back through hallways, Demitri looking in on some of the other rooms, pausing a second at one or two and marveling at the scenes. Before too long, a door is opened and inside is that foxmur he caught two weeks ago. He seemed much cuter on the table, all spread out and fluffy. They must have cleaned him up pretty well for tonight.
"Thanks bud, he looks great." Demitri says to the Lynx, the lynx nodding and shutting the door behind the two, sealing them together for the night.
"Hello again Lekko, did you have a nice two weeks?". A smirk covers his predatory face. He knows the foxmur can't answer, the gag just making the creature make some odd noises of recognition, and confusion, fear.. everything in a few moments with just mumbles.
"Quite the place, huh? I mean to think that I can just take anything here, drop it off, they take care of it for a week or two then I can come at my leisure to eat you whenever I'm ready."
This caused a frightened response out of the trapped meal, his tail poofing out huge and his body trembling.
"Don't you worry, I'm good at what I do. All you have to do is taste good. I'm sure that won't be very hard for you to do, you are a quite interesting mutt after all."
Taunting your meal is one of the better pleasures of this place, and always fun to do.
"Now listen foxmur, the last two weeks I have spent most of my time dreaming up this night. Thinking about what I would do to you and how I am going to do it. Then thinking about the various flavors, the preparations... lots of thinking and lots of work. I spent the last two months tracking you and capturing you, luring you and getting you here. I have spent most of my life getting to a position where I can actually do these things, and I am fully and completely allowed to. Nothing you can say can change the outcome, these things are going to happen, and before the night is over, parts of you will become food, and will be happily in my belly. I will go to sleep happy and full, you probably won't. Nothing can change that." He stares straight at the creature, telling it it's fate. The poor creature just cringes.
"Now.." The slick predator starts to pace about the room, "I caught you specifically for one part of you that I particularly enjoy. Any guess which?" He smirks, looking to the worried meal. He picks up a long metal meat skewer, poking the blunted tip and stroking it between his fingers suggestively, smirking.
The foxmur just goes wide eyed and struggles a bit more, trying to break free from the tight binds.
"I told you you aren't getting away... now I need to get my meal, well.. how should I say this? Hard?" A soft cheetah paw gently cups the foxmur's plump genitals, licking his lips as he can smell the lust in the air.
The foxmur squeaks, shivering a bit, his tip poking out, pink and eager to finally be given a chance to cream.
"Been a while, hasn't it? Feeling that nice tingling surging out from here, that pent up cream squirting out. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" He taunts, feeing that thick sheath start to fill out, the tip sliding free.
The 'mur just whimpers, moaning and panting a bit as his seasoned penis slides out, thickening and plumping against his will.
"mmm.. I think it likes me!" He chuckles to himself, his paw gently stroking down the length with two soft paw pads. "does that feel good?"
The foxmur whines and moans, nodding with a pathetic "uhn-hnn". He struggles a bit and in a moment, his thick knot pops from his sheath, filling out and flooding the air with a musky aroma mixed with a special blend of spices they have been stewing in for the last two weeks.
"Oooh! that's bigger than I remember!" He leans down to sniff the tip, licking just the very end of it and the tiny bit of pre that bubbled at the tip. "mmm.. going to taste amazing. Well, time to get things rolling, I'm hungry"
With a quick motion, he undoes the meal's gag and grips the knot tightly, pulling on it a bit and holding it still. The foxmur started to protest and plead, but was suddenly stopped and moaning from the pleasurable squeeze on his most sensitive organ.
Slowly, he brings the skewer up to the very tip, the organ already quite slick from his pre,and guides the blunted tip into the tight little opening at the top of the uncooked sausage.
"Now I know this feels a bit, odd.. I never have done it myself, but I like my meat on a shish ka bob. I hope you don't mind.." He slips the skewer in constantly, just slowly pushing it down the throbbing shaft.
After it is sunk in a few inches, Demitri picks up a device used to cut off blood flow to organs known as a bander. This device stretches and elastic band just wide enough to slip things through, then snaps it shut around whatever is to be cut off. This one has a dual band on it, to make a bloodless slice to whatever it is place on. Unfortunately for the foxmur, the item in question is his penis, and the machine is slowly sliding down his hard shaft.
The cheetah takes a minute, and with a bit of luck and effort, he pops the bander around the knot and sits it right tight up against the base of the captive organ, ready to snap shut with the push of a button.
"All set, now to finish with the skewer, and then we can really get going!" He cheerfully states.
Gently, the probe slid deeper and deeper inside the writhing foxmur, the binds pinning him flat to the iron table.
"Alllllmost there, just a little bend at the base...." The cheetah states, bending the thick cock down to press the metal in further despite the foxmur's growing protests.
"STOP... ow... ow owOW! Slow d- ah! Wait! W...!" He stammers, pleading between ragged breaths. "it stings! Ow ow... not so faaaaast!"
The cheetah just tunes it out, finally getting it in far enough. He clicks the handle on the bander, sending the far too small band into the pulsing cockmeat, cutting the blood flow off to it and making it harden around the rod. His little simple release rewards his ears with a loud, piercing yelp from the helpless 'mur, his hips struggling to thrust into the air to get the probe out and make his cock stop hurting.
Casually, the cheetah wheels out a nice thick and heavy grill, and parks it squarely between the foxmur's struggling legs. A small worn opening brushing lightly against the exposed tip of the skewer, reminding the 'mur where his package was heading.
"Now comes the easy part!" The cheetah gleefully explains, "After the 'subject' is all bound and penis well prepared, slide the organ into the opening and fasten it firmly inside."
The foxmur just stares in disbelief, but everything was true to the word, it was really going to happen.There was the grill between his legs, he could feel the heat inside of it, ready to cook him. He couldn't move, the bindings were far too tight and strategically placed to stop any movement at all. He had no words to say, this was going to happen, and he couldn't do anything to stop.
"In it goes!" It felt a bit odd, the skewer making his cock feel different as it was moved. The opening in the grill parted and his cock suddenly shoved inside. The heat felt good only for a short second, it gave him a second to hope,and then the latch at the back clicked and an iris shut tight around his root, locking his cock inside. The foxmur felt the heat, felt it suddenly build up and go past what he could easily tolerate. By instinct, he pulls back, like you would pull your hand from some steam, but he couldn't remove his penis from the heat. A cold chill spread over him as it built up, the heat soaking in and roasting his meat. Involuntarily, he started to buck his hips, trying valiantly to pull his shaft free, but just felt like he was tied to the cooking machine, making his cock tingle and throb as it sizzled.
The cheetah, meanwhile, was just sitting close and watching through the glass as the organ made minute little twitches from the struggles. "shhh... it's okay little mur meat, just settle down and cook up all nice. I know it's hot, but you just have to wait a half hour or so in there....". The cheetah giggles, talking to the meat... how silly! He looks up at the panicked 'volunteer', "I know I know... usually they say you should get the cock stuck in the grill, THEN start it up and let the heat steadily rise instead of thrusting it into the heat. The only problem with that way, is that it takes too long. Sure it eases the pain, but it tastes so much better when flash-cooked."
The heat was insane! His penis roasting under the glass. The trapped and bound 'mur feeling his most sensitive organ starting to tingle, his whole body feeling hot as he pants, it won't come out! He tugs and wiggles, but the heat just keeps on roasting away. He stares through the glass longingly, actually seeing steam start to come off his stiff organ.
"Take it out! Please! It's burning!!" The foxmur begs, the meat having only been in a few seconds.
"Just relax... I know it hurts now, but it only takes a minute or two for the nerves to deaden. You should enjoy the feeling in your penis while you still can, I'm not letting you out." The cheetah simply states, very matter-of fact.
He had no intention of releasing the meat. The thought never even occurred to him. The scent in the air of steadily roasting seasoned sweetmeats just too much for him to possibly reconsider. He pulls a chair up and lays back in it, spreading his legs and letting his own hardened feline member out. Since it was going to be a bit of a wait, he might as well entertain himself. Casually, he shuts his eyes and takes in a deep whiff of the venting grill, his paw wrapping around his throbbing length.
"Oooh.. don't you just love that? Laying sprawled out in a chair in the heat, just casually playing with yourself? Feels so good." He taunts, stroking his slick member gently. "So... since we have time to kill, what kinda things did you like to do? I like to do the typical stroking, but I know you canines have a thing for those knots of yours.."
The foxmur just glares, his cock already tingling fiercely as the nerves in his member start to cook, each one tingling harder than it has ever before. He can only hold back a few seconds before he tilts his head back and thrusts a few quick times, almost trying more to get one last good orgasm out before it is gone for good, the tingling certainly overpowering.
In a flash the cheetah notices the difference between a struggle and an honest hump and has a set of bands on the bander, gripping the 'murs overfull kittmakers.
"Oh no you don't! I had you wait two whole weeks without using these, and I'm not going to let you spoil that now..." With that he tugs the little orbs through the opening and snaps the bands down on the cords. "there... that should keep your seed locked inside. Now you can do whatever you want, cum if you really want to, but it will really really hurt like a bitch if you do..." He chuckles, knowing how everyone tries, and everyone regrets it.
It takes a few seconds for the trapped meal to regain his breath, having been stolen after those bands pinch off his spunkmakers. He wiggles his hips, the sac feeling less like his, and almost like something foreign strapped between his legs, hanging there. Each little motion sends an almost cripplingly pleasurable tingle from his slowly roasting knot, the tingly feeling unstopping and growing with each second.
The foxmur starts to get frantic, his heart racing as the tingling just gets stronger and stronger, the cheetah egging him on and laughing about it, pawing himself off as he wonders if his meals will actually get to cream. Lekko pants and thrusts harder and harder, the tingling slowly starting to fade and the feeling disappearing.
"oh nonono!!!" He panics, thrusting faster and struggling to get that tingling sensation back.
Demitri just laughs, chuckling as he knows what is going on. "Loosing sensation? Good, that means it is just about almost done. I think you just missed your chance there little guy." He patpats the foxmur on the head and zips up, bringing over a carving knife from a nearby table. "I think it's time to carve my dinner."
The foxmur is terrified, still struggling and thrusting into the box, his cock now nicely browned and thick. It even plumped around the skewer, juices dripping out of the tip, sizzling on the flames underneath. It did look much like a properly cooked organ, a few leftover seasonings clinging to the surface, that glistening sheen on it, the crispy crust from the skin barely containing the trapped juices within. He picked the perfect donor.
"Sorry, but it is dinnertime.". Without another word, he places his paw on the tiny bit of exposed shaft outside of the grill and pinches it. That bit still having a little bit of sensation left. He pulls the knife close and slices easily through the trapped meat, sinking the sharp blade through to the hidden skewer inside, then sawing around it until his paw was pinching the metal that was once buried inside. He pushes the grill back, the cock coming with it, and the excess metal from the base of the shaft slipping out of the abused 'mur.
"see? Easy."
Demitri undoes the iris holding the knot stuck inside and pulls the hot organ from the flames, the meat still sizzling audibly as he delicately places it on a plate to cool.
"It shouldn't take too long to cool, gotta get everything else ready.." He states, putting the grill away and setting a small table for himself right in front of the one it was attached to. A few small dipping sauces dot the side of his plate, a nice BBQ sauce, some horseradish, a bit of garlic, some ketchup. All of the fixins he thought might taste good. This was a mixed breed after all, there may need to be some experimenting with flavors to get something really tasty.
"Well... I guess this is it, the moment of truth." The cheetah says, sitting himself down and looking up at the foxmur, who has just decided to try to relax, staring down at the plate with a blank expression.
Demitri picks up the still lightly steaming meat and wraps his muzzle around the very tip, suckling lightly on it before his teeth sink into it. It crunches ever so slightly when his teeth puncture it, a sudden burst of flavored juices pouring out along with the bite of meat. He bites straight through to the metal and rips the tip clean off.
The cheetah just moans loudly at the flavors overpowering him, the juices of pent up lust washing over his tongue. He chews it thoughtfully, his eyes closed as his belly rumbles, wanting to have that meat inside. After a minute, he swallows, the meat filling his belly and his mind thinking back to the first time he saw that meat.
He thought back to how it looked when alive, how it pulsed, how it twitched. He thought about how he toyed with it, how it taunted it, played with it. How many nights it was rubbed lovingly, how hard it tingled, and how now it is sitting in his belly, never to act again.
Warm glee spreads over the cheetah as he takes another bite, working his way eagerly down the plumped and well cooked shaft. He was surprised, the marinade did wonders! He didn't even need any extra spices or sauces, just the meat by itself was utterly fantastic!
All too quickly though, he found himself with a long metal skewer, and only a knot left. He sighs a bit, the shaft gone and half the meat already eaten. "You know.. I must say this is the most interesting shaft I have ever had to date. You should be proud! Your penis tastes much... almost sweeter, but salty.. In any case, it is by far the most exquisite flavor I have had the privilege to eat." He compliments the meal before taking a thick bite out of the knot, shuddering and panting as he bites into it.
"mmmn.... no really. It's amazing. Typically foxes are a bit more bitter, but yours is offset. It has that bitter, but it is a bit more mellow, and adds to it. I think it is all the fruit you ate, or it could be the seasonings... either way..." He takes another thick bite out of the knot, only a few tatters leftover. "it is FANTASTIC!"
After his last bite, he leans back in his chair and wraps his paws around his own member, pawing himself off and creaming into a jar for using later.
After a few minutes, the cheetah regains himself, and the foxmur is making some kind of plea to cut the band on his nuts. The cheetah just ignores it, "Sorry... all I wanted off you was that delicious foxhood of yours, the rest I'm donating to the restaurant. I owe the lynx your feet, he wants to eat them I guess, and then he also asked me for a load of my cheetah milk. I guess yoru feet are going to be basted in it." He chuckles, fuzzling the trapped creature's chest fluff. "I am full though, so I'll leave him to have your little kittmakers. I owe him for the other time I came in still." He ties a small bow around the cooling sac, with a little note scrawled on it. 'thanks for taking care of him! You can have the leftovers. -Demitri'.
"Thanks for the wonderful meal, and I hope you provide another for the lynx I owe.". Without another word, the cheetah pays the front, then leaves the restaurant, leaving the trapped meal with a hungry lynx. Should be a fun night for him.
Author's note:
Thanks for reading my story, this is the first one I've put up. Kinda rough because I wrote it in several different moods over the last few days. Anyways, I might do a sequel about what the lynx does to my nuts and feet if I get enough feedback and demand. I am horrible about sequels, but I might. Suggestions/comments/thoughts on what to do next welcome! Thanks again!
-Lekko
PS: If you read it anyways after skipping the warning at the top, and want to complain about it, you get no sympathy from me after the warning at the top. >:P