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A Willing Barbecue

by: BerserkerB

Will had always known he was strange. Strange in many ways. But tonight, after stepping into a nightclub occupied predominantly by anthros, the realization of how odd he felt he was seemed to scream in his face. Most of club's patrons glared at him oddly the moment he entered. A lion at the bar studied Will with curious eyes, a black bear sitting at a table to the right snarled at him, and a gryphon walking past him gave Will what looked like a smile and a wink.

To say Will was nervous would be putting it mildly. He was, for all intents, a human in an anthro's world in this place. He scurried to the back of the club, where there were fewer eyes to stare at him, and sat down at an empty booth. He sat there relative silence, alone. No one came by to ask him if he wanted anything, and Will was happy that no one did. He was not there for a drink, he was there for one reason only. He watched the door.

After some time, the door finally swung open. Before Will could see who had come in, a mass of black fur blocked his view. The black bear from earlier stood in front of Will, blocking his view. Will stared up at the bear's crooked smirk. The beast smelled of one too many beers.

"Hey hairless," the bear slurred, trying to sound intimidating. "What do you think you're doing in a place like this?"

Will kept his eyes trained on the bear's face. "Sitting," he said flatly.

The bear leaned in. Will could smell this rancid breath, and stifled his instinct to turn away. "Sitting? Why are you sitting where you don't belong?"

"And where do I belong?"

The bear wiped some snot from his nose and took a swig from his glass. "Only place you humans belong is at home, in bed, or..." he leaned in until their faces nearly touched, "... in a stomach." He grinned wide, showcasing his fangs in some animalistic attempt to strike fear into Will's soul.

"Oh I quite agree," will said, grinning warmly. His smile grew when he saw the bear's reaction. "And if I'm lucky tonight, I'll end up in at least two of those places."

The bear was obviously not expecting this kind of response. He scratched his confused cranium, took another swig of beer, and then mumbled a bit as he put two and two together. Suddenly, the ursine's expression changed to realization, and his attitude shifted completely. "I see," he said as he shifted to the seat opposite of Will. "Never thought I'd meet a human who knows where he belongs. Maybe after this drink, how about I take you home and put you in your proper place."

Will folded his arms. "Thank you, but I've rather have a screwdriver drill through my nose than spend the night with the likes of you."

At first the bear scowled, but then he loosened back up. "Ohhh, playing hard to get, huh? I like a little cat-and-mouse game. Or bear-and-human game, in this case." He chuckled.

Will rolled his eyes. "Go play your games by yourself. Which I'm sure you must do a lot." He waved the bear away. "Leave me alone, I'm waiting for someone."

This time, the bear's scowl turned into a growl. He grabbed Will's collar and violently pulled him face to face. "Listen to me you hairless ape! I'm trying to be nice here, but you're wearing my patience. You're gonna be mine, or else-"

"Or else what?" This time, a third voice entered the conversation. It was a tiger. He stood somewhat tall, though not as tall as the bear. He wore a tight-fit black t-shirt (obviously to show off his impressive body), as well as a pair of bluejeans. The most striking feature of this young feline was his purposely sloppy mass of rainbow colored hair. With a cheeky grin, he asked again, "Or else what?"

The bear's entire body seemed to sink in on itself. "T-Tristan? Hey buddy. How... how are ya?" Will could not help but notice the wrinkles of fear forming on the ursine's forehead. "I didn't know you were coming in tonight."

Tristan tilted his head, still grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Why? Would you have brought the money you owe me this time? How much was it again?"

The bear shot up from his seat. Even though he loomed over Tristan, it was clear who was the bigger man the room. "I'll have it to you next week. I swear it!"

"Good. Because if you don't, I'll have a new bear skin rug to wipe my feet on." He pointed to the door. "Now get!" The bear made a hasty retreat, not even bothering to let go of his glass as he fled the building. With a sigh, Tristan sat down where the bear formerly was. "I do hope Joe didn't treat you badly. He really is a pussy once you get to know him."

Will chuckled and replied, "Nah. He was mildly annoying at best. Though, I am curious as to how a big bulk like him is afraid of anyone."

"You know how they say that size doesn't matter? Well that is completely true outside of the bedroom." They both chuckled at the stupid joke, and then sat in silence for a moment. Tristan's eyes scanned as much of will as they could see, and Will was certain the tiger was mentally picturing his dark-skinned body naked. The human puffed himself up a little, out of pride if nothing else. Everything about Tristan screamed predator, both sexual... and more. Will liked it.

"I'm waiting for someone," Will finally said, breaking the silence. "He should be here any minute."

"No he won't," Tristan replied matter-of-factly. "He won't be coming here ever again."

Will's grin grew from ear to ear. "I like you." He crossed his arms. "Well, since my date is a no show, I suppose I'll just have to go home. That is... unless you have other plans for me?"

Tristan leaned forward. "You are coming home with me," he spoke softly, but enunciated each word. "I have a thing for humans, and you..." he gently pressed a claw underneath Will's chin, "...are too scrumptious a human to let live." Will felt a great pressure building between his thighs. He tried to adjust himself, but when he attempted to move he felt a second claw at his jaw. "Don't move," ordered Tristan.

The tiger adjusted his seating, all while keeping his sharp claws at Will's jaw. Suddenly, Will felt something strong and rough push against his junk. It was Tristan's foot. The tiger laid on the pressure, pushing Will's aching erection against his body. His face contorted from the mix of uncomfortableness and arousal. The tiger was very apt at using his foot, knowing how to flex it to force Will to whimper in spurts of pleasure. Will noticed from the corner of his vision that no one was staring at them. To them, Will thought, it was just a cat playing with his food.

"Now then," Tristan said, "I want you to answer yes or no to my questions. Understand?"

"Yes," Will whimpered.

"Good. Did you come here hoping to get laid?"

"Yes."

"Did you come here with the intent of never going home again?" He laid on some more pressure to Will's dick.

"Ah! Yes."

"Good." With a wide, devilsh grin, Tristan then asked, "Do you want me to take you home and end your life." Will hesitated. "Say it! Yes, or no!" The tiger's foot angled in such a way that Will nearly came.

"Yes! Yes! I do!"

Tristan relaxed. "Very good. Now, the final question: Are you ready to become my meat?"

Will took a moment to breathe. "Yes, I am." Tristan pulled back, taking his foot and hand away. Will clutched his chest, taking in several deep breaths while Tristan smirked at him dominantly. "Wow. You are... Fuck."

"Just making sure you are serious. I don't like dealing with half-sure pussies." He got up and beckoned Will to follow. "Come on, the night is young and we've got some tenderizing to do before you go in the oven."

"Yes Sir," Will said, a weary smile on his face. He followed Tristan out of the club, awkwardly trying to hide the wet stain on his pants from the onlooking anthros. They gave the pair a quick cheer just before they left. Will could not help but stop just at the door, turn to everyone, and give a thumbs up.

Tristan's place was on the north side of town. It was about a twenty minute walk, so the two had plenty of time to talk. Surprisingly, Tristan wanted to know more about Will: where he came from, who his friends were, some of his old hopes and dreams. It was a rather puzzling change in demeanor from just a few minutes ago. When Will asked about why Tristan wanted to know so much, the tiger simply told him that he enjoyed having conversations with people. The fact that he saw Will as his food did not change the fact that they were both intelligent beings, and that they could not act civilized in the face of what some would call murder.

It made Will sad that this would be his one and only night with this tiger.

When they finally arrived, Will was both happy, and a little nervous. Tristan had several locks to his door, and Will's heart skipped a beat as each one clicked closed. Tristan's apartment was rather large, and had very few walls separating the rooms apart. It opened up into a living area, complete with very expensive looking furniture and electronics. At the other end was the bedroom, with a king-sized bed with an oak frame and intricately carved dressers. Between the living area and bed area was a dining area, also decked out with an expensive looking table and chairs. The only rooms separated from the rest of the apartment using walls were the kitchen and bathroom.

"I guess we should get started then," Will said with a chuckle as he made his way for the kitchen.

"Hold on there, little morsel." Tristan grabbed hold of the back of Will's collar. "What's your rush? The night is young, and my plans for you involve more than just cooking and eating."

Will turned and stared up into the Tiger's smile. It was full of lust. Predatory lust. Tristan grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled Will into his embrace. Their lips met, and Will instantly let his mouth open for the tiger's adventurous tongue. A rough paw snaked underneath the human's shirt, and delicate claws pranced along every contour of Will's torso. They teased at his nipples, flicking at them lightly, not leaving a lasting sting, but one Will could feel anyway. The tiger's other paw was busy testing out the hams at Will's backside. Even through his pants, Tristan's grip felt tight on the human's ass. Compared to the claws at his chest, the claws at his ass were not so delicate. They clung in as deep as they could; a way of saying "this is mine, and mine alone."

Will was lost in Tristan's embrace. So much so that he did not realize he had been moved until after the tiger dropped him on the couch. Although a bit startled, Will was happy to be somewhere comfortable. He was even happier when Tristan began to shed his clothes.

Will followed suit, until Tristan shouted, "No!" Will looked up, confused and with half his shirt off. "Put your shirt back on," the tiger commanded while continuing to strip. "I will take care of your clothes."

Although unsure, Will complied, and sat idly while Tristan pulled his boxers down to his ankles. The sight of that tiger nude, his feline-hood hanging free and proud (very proud), was more than enough to make Will blush. Though the tiger's shaft was only partially erect, Will hazarded a guess that the feline was roughly nine inches. It made him feel a little shame, even though he was above average in size anyway.

"Now then, let's take care of those troublesome clothes you're wearing." Tristan straddled Will while placing both paws on his shirt. He rubbed up and down the human's chest, pushing him back against the couch. Tristan let out a light purr, and began to nibble at Will's shoulders. This feeling of softness and security was then suddenly ripped apart, as was Will's shirt. Tristan tore with his teeth and tugged with his claws. Pieces of the shirt flung in every direction as the tiger ripped and clawed the fabric violently from Will's person. Will watched in a slight panic, unable to move for fear of getting clawed himself. It was over in seconds. Will and Tristan surveyed the damage; chunks of the shirt were all over the couch and on the floor. Will chuckled nervously, while Tristan beamed like a happy little kitten.

"Now for the pants." Tristan reached down grabbed hold of the button of Will's pants. He tore the little piece of plastic from the slacks, tossed it aside, and then unzipped the fly. He slid off the couch and got down on his knees. Not bothering to be delicate he tugged at Will's pants, pulling them down but also nearly pulling Will off the couch. Despite a struggle to stay seated, the pants came off and all the human was left with was his underwear. Tristan grinned like a bobcat as he took two claws from each hand and carefully cut into the fabric with them just above Will's junk. Carefully, but with some force, Tristan ripped the underwear in half. He savored the moment, and had the eyes of a child unwrapping a present.

Will's cock popped free from the fabric, bouncing in front of the feline like a toy. Will was already fully erect, and obviously straining for more attention. And attention he got. Without a word, Tristan opened his muzzle and sucked nearly all of Will's shaft into his maw. The tiger's tongue was just as explorative during sex as it was in a kiss. It molded to the contours of Will's dick like water in a glass. The rough texture of Tristan's feline tongue increased the friction between the organ and the sensitive skin of Will's shaft. If not for the copious amount of saliva that Tristan was producing, obviously enjoying his taste test of his meal to come, the experience might have been painful. Not that Will would have minded a little pain.

Having a muzzle instead of a mouth was quite the advantage for both parties. Tristan could easily take in the entirety of Will's cock, even going so far as to push his tongue out a little and tease the human's balls while sucking nearly every inch of Will's manhood. Will had started whimpering, but that quickly changed to loud moans of bliss. Tristan knew how to apply the pressure with his maw, never giving Will so much as two seconds of relief. It was almost too good to be true, and as Will's noises grew louder and his body began to tense up all over, he could feel the rush in his balls about to explode. But sadly, the fuse was cut short when Tristan swiftly pulled his mouth off, leaving Will confused and looking like a begging like puppy.

"That was fun, but now let's move on to the bedroom." Tristan licked his lips of some of the saliva and began towards the bedroom area, not even bothering to help Will up. By the time Will had managed to hobble his way over, nearly having his knees buckle halfway through, Tristan was ready for the next phase of pre-cooking fun. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back," he said while holding a pair of handcuffs.

Will smiled wearily, and did as instructed. "Is this so I can't run away," he asked in a smirky voice as Tristan applied the cuffs.

"No, this is so you can't jack yourself off while I fuck you."

Will's eyes went a little wide. "You really are a sadistic bastard."

Tristan cocked a brow, smirking. "And you are obviously liking it. Now..." the tiger stepped back and plopped on the bed. He spread his legs, and placed a dainty paw at the base of his cock. "Get down on your knees and start sucking. And don't stop until I tell you."

Will nodded and got down on his knees. He maneuvered into a good position, with that long pink shaft poised perfectly in place. Will opened his mouth, and took in as much of the shaft as he could in one gulp. Will clamped his lips tight and began to suck hard on the feline. Though not blessed with an animal's muzzle, he did have an experienced mouth. The human's tongue rolled around the cock-head, toying at the tip with several quick flicks. Tristan's eyes closed, and he leaned his head back some, smiling. Will played with the head for a while, but then moved into bobbing his head up and down. He kept his lips as tight as possible, forcing each piece of cock they touched to feel a tightness almost as good as any ass.

Tristan let out a gasp. Will sped things up. He used his entire upper body with each thrust, pushing Tristan's dick down as he sucked down, and pushing it towards the tiger's body as he sucked up. Every few seconds Will took in a little more of the tiger's impressive shaft. Though only able to get three-fourths of the member down, it was enough to make Tristan give him a look of shock and pride.

"Oh yes, that's a good little meat slut." It was the first time Tristan had spoken since they had begun. "More of that. Give me more of that." Will was happy to comply, and showed no sign of slowing his blowjob down. The tiger gasped and moaned, placing a hand on Will's head, giving him a little push every now and then. "Oh fuck! More! I need more!" Will was not surprised when Tristan suddenly grabbed his head with both paws. He was not surprised that the tiger then began to thrust his hips, face-fucking Will ferociously. He was however quite surprised when the tiger's dick forced its way deeper down his throat. Although Will was used to doing some deepthroating in the past, he had never taken more than seven inches of cock into his mouth.

"Oh yeah, suck it all in. You want it all, you little meat slut. You want to choke on it!" Tristan had a look of mania about him as began to fuck harder and faster into Will's mouth. Will stifled back his choking, and instinctively tried to pull away, but the tiger's grip was too strong.

The human closed his eyes and tried not to think of the straining pain in his loins. The pain from not being able to touch himself, especially with all this wonderful abuse, was far more than he had ever experienced before. His throat hurt, his mouth was sore, and he felt like nothing. It almost made him orgasm. He then felt it, the ruffle of fur at his nose, the hot smell of musk, and the familiar slap of two orbs against his chin. He had the entirety of Tristan's cock in his mouth. Will had no time to savor the fascination, for the tiger let loose a warm spray of seed right down his gullet. Tristan let out a loud, ecstatic moan as he let loose. Will tried to gulp it down, and the action seemed to pull even more cum from the sticky head. It was getting to the point where the air in Will's lungs strained to be refreshed; he was at his limit.

Tristan pulled away, still producing a small amount of cum that dribbled down Will's chin and onto his chest. The tiger took a few deep breaths before saying anything. "That was pretty good. Not bad for a human."

Will gave him a look as if to say, "Only pretty good?" His mouth was still too full of jizz to speak. He took this brief period to gulp down the remaining cum, and gave the tiger a show by licking his lips as clean as possible. "Is it time to get cooking?" Will asked earnestly.

A gentle paw rubbed his tightly coiled hair. "Eager little mutton chop, aren't you?" Tristan moved passed Will and opened up one of the dressers. "Get on the bed, on your knees, ass up, and head on a pillow," he said without looking back. Will got up on the bed and into the position described. He could hear Tristan rummaging for something, but could not see what he was getting from this angle. Eventually, Will heard and felt the springs of the bed shift as Tristan crawled on. He waited to feel the cold and familiar sensation of lube, but instead got a warm, wet, and slightly rough tongue instead.

Tristan spread Will's ass cheeks out and buried his muzzle into the young man's ass. His tongue licked at Will's hole, causing the human to shudder. It was clear to Will now that Tristan was a feline who enjoyed using his tongue for just about everything. "Mmm, what a fine set of hams you have," Tristan purred while continuing to lap at Will's anus.

"All the better to eat," Will chuckled.

"Do I look like a wolf? Don't make that joke again." Will suddenly felt a slap to his left buttocks.

"Ow! Yes Sir."

"Now shut up and let me work." Will did, and Tristan continued. The tiger's tongue, though rough - or perhaps because it was rough, made Will shiver in growing ecstatic bliss. The wet organ slid around his hole in circles, toying with him, playing with him, taunting him to speak.

"Please, just fuck me!" Will screamed, unable to hold back.

"No!" Tristan slapped his ass again. "Not yet. Though beg some more, I like it." Will continued to beg, and each time he did, Tristan spanked one of his ass cheeks. "Yes, you love this, don't you," Tristan whispered. He pushed his tongue into Will's hole, digging it as deep as it could go.

"Ah! Oh yes! I love it!" Will was almost in tears. Partily from the pain, but also because he wanted so desperately to be fucked. "Please, oh please! I can't take anymore."

"Oh fine," Tristan sighed, giving Will one last slap on the rear. "I spoil you too much." Both of them chuckled. Will was happy when he felt Tristan shift his position, and even happier when he felt the tip of that tiger's wet and sticky cock press carefully against is eager hole. Tristan adjusted Will's height, keeping a firm grip on the human's buttocks, claws pinching the skin ever so lightly. The head of his shaft pushed against the taut human hole, spreading it ever so slightly as it eased its way in. Will was surprised that Tristan was going so easy; the shifting moods the tiger displayed confused him to no end.

The pain from entry was minimal, and despite the lack of proper lube, the tiger's cock slid in rather easily, if a bit tightly. Tristan leaned over Will, wrapping an arm around the young man's chest. The tiger thrust gingerly, easing his way deeper into Will's body. As the thick shaft drove further in, Will let out a gasp of pleasure. He felt a shock crawl up his back as the tip of Tristan's dick got just as deep as it could go before meeting too much resistance. Tristan rocked back and forth gently, not going any deeper, and keeping his hips as close to Will's buttocks as possible.

"You know, I have some regret about having to kill you after this is all over," Tristan whispered warmly. Will felt the tiger's breath on his ear. "I would so have loved to keep you around for a while. You'd make a lovely pet."

Will blushed from the complement. "Are you saying you aren't going to eat me?"

"Do you want me to?" The tiger asked, thrusting a little harder afterward.

Will moaned and caught his breath before speaking. "I... I don't know. For as long as I can remember, I've wanted to end up on some anthro's plate. To be nothing more than meat is - has - been a dream of mine."

Tristan shushed him. "Then that's what you'll be. After tonight, don't expect any mercy from me. I gave you a chance to stay alive, and you chose death." His voice changed from a soothing tone to a more vicious and lustful tone. "Now then, let's get these hams nice and tender for tomorrow."

The time for love and tenderness had passed. Instead, Tristan took on a role of domination. He shoved Will's face into the pillow, which covered the human's nose and some of his mouth, making it hard to breathe. The tiger brought his hips back, and plowed into Will's ass with a reverberating smack. Will's gasp, though muffled, was still loud enough to be heard. Upon hearing the human's cry, Tristan thrust again, just as hard. He did this over and over, pounding Will hard every time the young man made even the slightest noise. The sound of their bodies msacking together echoed through the apartment.

Eventually, Tristan pulled out, but only to shove Will completely flat on the bed. The tiger reentered, pushing his full weight onto Will as he shoved his long, thick cock as deep as it could go into the human's body. Will cried out, a little teary from the pain, but also from the rush of pleasure. Although sad that the loving side had left, Will was far more aroused that the dominating side had taken over. Tristan pumped his hips hard and fast against Will's ass. The bedsprings sang to their rhythm, their metallic music growing faster with Tristan's conducting.

Will's moans and gasps hardly did the pleasure justice. There was nothing in the world quite like it. Each time he felt Tristan's dick shove roughly into the depths of his body, Will felt like he going to burst his nuts. His shaft grinded against the bed with each fuck, bringing him closer and closer to release. "Oh yes!" Will shouted, unable to stay quiet. "Fuck yes! Almost! I'm almo-"

A sudden feeling of weightlessness. The pleasure at his front and back disappearing. Having his back shoved against the wall. A rough pair of paws spreading his legs before having a long feline dick shoved right back into his ass. All of this happened before Will could react. When he opened his mouth to speak, Tristan clamped it shut with his hand. "You don't get to come. I have plans for you, and that means no release until tomorrow. Got it?" His voice was rough and commanding.

Will nodded, afraid to say yes. Tristan smiled and put his hand back on Will's leg. The tiger lowered him a little, using the wall to support Will's weight while he readjusted his footing. Once in place, Tristan buried into Will like a driller digging deep for oil. His thrusts were like lightning, fast and powerful. At this speed, Will could do nothing else but writhe in the harmonious pleasure and ecstasy that flooded his entire being. Eyes closed, mouth agape, ass being tenderized by his future chef; it was a dream come true.

And the dream felt like it was going on forever. Will could not believe the endurance Tristan had. What had it been, five minutes, ten minutes of non-stop, fucking, already? To say his ass was sore would be an understatement. Not to mention the pain his arms were going through. And yet, Will wished it would never end. However all good dreams come to an end, or in this case, end in cum. Tristan leaned in, embracing Will with a powerful kiss. While their mouths united, Tristan's cock erupted like a pent up volcano. Jizz flooded the inside of Will's ass like a tsunami, pulsing into him several times. The thick seed pushed deep, but still leaked down along the feline's shaft. Tristan, still lip-locked, continued to pound his little human meat-toy, despite the fact that his cock was going limp. Even after his dick was soft enough to pop out on its own, Tristan continued to grind Will's ass and kiss Will's lips.

Only after the tiger was wholly exhausted did he stop. He let Will off the wall, and both boys stood there, leaning on each other for support, exhausted and mostly spent. Tristan wrapped his arms around Will and pulled him close. "You smell delicious in the afterglow," he whispered between breaths. "I can't wait to watch that beautiful brown skin of yours turn into a tantalizing golden-brown." Will shuddered. "I have a very wonderful plan for you. I know exactly how I'm going to cook you, and how to make sure you feel every agonizing and burning second of it while you're alive."

Will, despite his fatigue, was just about hard once more. The pre-cum from their lovemaking had run down the length of his shaft and dribbled down his leg like a thick tear. It felt like, if he could just rub his agony for a few seconds, that he might die from the shock of the bliss. "Is my inability to orgasm part of your plan too?" he asked with a grin.

With a wag of his finger Tristan said, "Spoilers."

That was the last word between them as they hopped into bed. Tristan made Will keep the cuffs on, to which Will only objected to slightly. He spent the night with Tristan at his back. After an hour of cuddling, they made love one last time - though this time around went by more quickly, before falling to sleep in each other's warm embrace.

When Will woke up, he knew that something was amiss. His vision was blurry, and there was a strange feeling of numbness throughout most of his body. He tried to speak, but his mouth would not move enough to form words.

"Ah! Finally awake, are we?" It was Tristan's voice, though it sounded hollow, like it was coming from far away. "I was starting to worry you might not wake up at all. And then my fun - and I suppose yours too - would be ruined."

The odd cold sensation in Will's throat started to fade some. "What? What-where? H-h-h..." He could hardly form words, his mind was so cloudy and his throat was so sore.

Tristan shushed him with a finger to his lips. "Don't try talking. I know you're confused right now, so I'll explain. I drugged you." Will's face grew even more confused. The tiger continued. "Very early this morning I drugged you. You probably didn't even feel the needle, you were so dead tired. And I know what you're thinking, and yes, I do trust you not to fight or run away. However, having you as dead weight makes my plans a little easier. Do you know how hard it is to shave a human male when he can feel all the nicks and cuts?

"Anyway, after I had you shaved and cleaned up I brought you into the kitchen to get things started. I have you placed on a very fun little roasting pan. Right now you're sitting on your knees, with a smooth metal pole shoved deeply up your ass to help keep you in place. There's also a longer metal pole behind you, which is what your hands are tied to. That pole ends in a nice little collar, which I have secured around your neck to make sure you don't fall over. I had just begun scoring certain parts of your meat before you woke up." He then added in assurance, "And don't worry, you'll be too numb to feel the knife."

Will's vision was clear enough by now to make out enough of what was happening. Although the collar around his neck impaired the movement, he was able to look down enough to see the cuts running along his legs and thighs. Tristan resumed his work, and ran the blade up Will's belly and around his chest. The rainbow-haired feline hummed a little tune while he worked. He took pride in each cut, and even Will in his current state could see that the tiger knew the best places to score the meat. And Tristan was right; even as the knife put small cuts in his arms, Will barely felt a thing. It seemed like no time at all before he had scores along most of his body, especially the two hams that Tristan had spent the night tenderizing.

Tristan took a finger and ran it down Will's arm. He held it up to Will's face. Blood dripped lightly down the digit. Tristan made a show of placing the finger on his tongue and sucking the blood off. "Mmm, it's the blood that gives meat its flavor," he said with a wide grin. Next, Tristan took hold of a syringe filled with a dark red liquid. When the angle of the light was good, Will also noticed some fine flakes of something. "Its a red wine and truffle sauce," Tristan explained. "And it is going in your long, thick, saus-age meat." The tiger deftly pierced Will's cock, squeezing a small amount of the mixture in various places.

Although Will could not feel a thing, save for a very peculiar tingling, he did notice that his shaft had begun to bulge, and looked semi-hard. After he was done, Tristan took a small metal ring with a clasp. He unclasped it, took Will's balls in his hand, and clasped the ring tightly where his penis and balls met his pelvis. He took another syringe of the red wine truffle sauce and squeezed a few ounces into each nut.

"There, almost done and already you look fit for the oven." Will swelled with pride. "Just a couple more details, and you'll be the perfect little oven-stuffer." Tristan giddily picked up the next ingredient, a big bowl of some kind of syrupy mixture. The feline dipped a big brush in the syrup and started working. It was a simple honey glaze, Tristan explained. Having experience with humans, he knew that their meat tasted a lot like pig meat, and since pig meat tasted wonderful with a honey glaze, why not do the same to a human? He worked carefully, though Will could tell he was anxious and hungry.

Though he could barely feel the glaze, Will imagined it was warm and fresh. He closed his eyes, able to still catch the wonderfully sweet scent. He was a wonderful piece of art meat, and Tristan was his artist, a painter of glaze on the masterpiece before it was put in the kiln.

With the glazing done, Will had one last detail before he was complete. Tristan pulled out a shiny red apple. With what muscles he could control, Will smiled and opened his mouth with a very weak "Ahhh." Tristan helped pull Will's jaw down and eagerly shoved the shiny red apple into the human's mouth.

Tristan took a step back. The look on his face was akin to a an artist staring at his magnum opus. It was like a parent swelling with pride upon seeing his son graduating. Will felt prouder of himself at this very moment than he had ever felt before. Tristan even took out a camera and captured their shared sense of pride forever in photo.

The tiger looked close to tears as he set the camera down and moved to the oven. "You are quite possibly the most beautiful roaster I have ever had. And I don't give out compliments easily." He opened the large oven door before coming back to Will and hoisting the young man, platter and all, back to the oven. "Before I seal your fate, I want you to know that I'll be agonizing over you every minute you cook." He set the tray just inside the oven. Will could barely feel the blaze. "Enjoy your last few moments of life, Will. It will be my pleasure to have you for dinner." With a smile more warm than any oven could be, Tristan slid Will completely into the oven and shut the door.

Despite being a box that was several hundred degrees hot, Will barely felt warm. The hottest part of his body was his head, and even then it was was lukewarm. He had very little control over his muscles, so all he could do was sit on his knees and look out the oven window. For now, he could make out Tristan moving back and forth, most likely cleaning. Left with nothing to look at and nowhere to go, Will was left with his thoughts.

He was finally here. No turning back now. He was trapped in an oven, glazed like holiday feast, bound to the very pan he was cooking in, and about to become some feline anthro's dinner. He laughed at the notion. Boy, it was warm in here. Sure he was nervous, sure he was scared, but he was also excited and proud. He did not fear dying, no more than instinct compelled him to do. Wow, it's getting warm. If he had told his friends or family his feelings, they probably would have called him insane. A hint of remorse roused in him as he thought of those he would leave behind. Damn, it was getting hot. Yet there was no point in remorse or wallowing. His fate was sealed, and his death assured. His only wish was that he could feel it.

It finally dawned on him. It took its time, but the realization did sink in. The oven was getting hotter. No! He was beginning to feel it. His eyes went wide, and he made a muffled gasp. Whatever drugs were keeping him numb were wearing off. He shuddered from the growing aches and pains of his stiff muscles. His nerves began to kickstart, slowly, but assuredly. It was uncomfortable at first, but the discomfort grew to stinging, and the stinging grew to nagging, and the nagging grew to pain.

Will's body suddenly realized something: it was being cooked alive! Every fiber in his being tried to revolt and jerk away from the source of pain. But the source of pain was everywhere, and Will had no means to move except to jerk around in his bound state. It hurt. The pain was growing more intense with each passing minute. It seared. Will jerked around and fought as reflexes jolted to life. His nerves were on fire. It was too fucking hot.

Straining against his bindings did nothing. Every instinct told Will to flee, but his desire told him to stay. He loved it, the pain, the agony, the knowledge that he was being cooked alive. Mingled in with the pain was the unmistakable tinge of pleasure. Will focused on the pleasure, both mental and physical. He could feel his cock grow harder, get longer and thicker. It grew bigger than it normally did, and the strain it put on him was like a blast of ecstasy. The red wine sauce mixed with Will's blood as it flowed into the shaft, and the cock-ring kept any of it from leaking out. The end result was a thick, bulging black cock that looked so wonderful that Will wished he could eat it himself.

A sudden knock at the window brought Will's attention to Tristan. The tiger looked pleased with what was happening, and had even pulled up a chair to sit and watch. More than that, he was naked and sporting a rock hard piece of meat as well. As Tristan watched, an eager expression on his face, he let his paw glide back and forth along the long pink shaft.

This was his last time with Tristan alive, and Will was certain to make it a memorable one. He closed his eyes, focused on nothing but the immense pain and pleasure that coursed through his veins. He stuck out his chest, writhing in the agony of the heat. A wonderful aroma filled the air. Will knew it was him. It made his dick sore just thinking about it. He took in a big whiff and swore he could taste his cooking flesh. His body gave a jerk, and Will remembered the metal rod lodged in his ass. He thrust his ass further down the pole. The rod rubbed against his sensitive prostate, the metal warm and wonderful. His body bounced as best it could, only able to move a couple of inches. Yet this small amount was enough. Just enough to feel glorious along with the pain. At this point the pain and the pleasure were indistinguishable. Nothing mattered anymore but the arousal he felt. He was going to release, even if it killed it. His mind was awash with the message, "Come. Come. Come! COME! COME!!!"

Moments before his body went into shock, before his heart could take no more, before the blood loss shut him down, he had his final orgasmic bliss. A hot rope of white seed blasted from his cock, hitting the glass with force. The jizz splattered and sizzled on the hot oven. It ran down the bottom of Will's cock, adding a milky white texture to the glaze. As the final wave of pleasure dripped out, Will's body went slack. His movements subsided and the only noise he made was the sound of hot flesh cooking. Despite the lack of life left in him, the expression in his face, even with the apple in his mouth, could only be described as pure, unadulterated bliss.

And although he never got to see it, Tristan and he had come at the same time.

THE DELICIOUS END