Inside a deep dark cave where small holes in the ceiling were made
to let sunlight in but keep rainwater out lived a wolf. He was a big
wolf and a hungry wolf, but he needn't fear being a hungry wolf for
long: whlie the scent of a plump pig cooking for his dinner made him
even hungrier, the knowledge that he would be eating that pig soon meant
that he wouldn't be hungry anymore. Still, he sighed wistfully as good
pork was hard to find and he knew that he wouldn't this well again for
some time. Our story does not begin here, however, it begins several
months later with three young pigboys.
Once upon a time there lived three little pigs: Roderick, age 16; Cutler,
age 15; and Bobby, age 13. They all decided one day that it was time
for them to move out on their own, so they packed up and left to make
homes of their own. Bobby, having little experience with construction,
made his home from straw; the domicile crude but effective shelter.
Cutler was equally inexperienced but he had better luck with construction
and managed to piece together a little home out of sticks; the architecture
no less crude than his younger brother's but a bit sturdier. Roderick
was a very intelligent little pig with some knowledge of engineering
and resource management and constructed a very sturdy and well-built
home from bricks. He even tried to goad his younger brothers to do the
same, offering to help -- noting the superior strength and security
of a brick home but they would have none of it. Cutler insisted upon
asserting his independence and Bobby wanted to follow his middle brother's
It so happened one day that the wolf -- whose name was Vincent -- was
out looking for food, as wolves often do. He happened upon Bobby's home,
and even saw Bobby himself before the frightened little pig fled indoors
and locked himself away. Undaunted the wolf knocked upon the door and
shouted, "Little pig, little pig, let me in!"Bobby was quite
frightened, but he remembered what he was taught to say, "Not by
the hair of my chinny-chin-chin!"
The wolf, unfazed, quickly retorted, "Then I'll huff and I'll puff
and I'll blow your house in!"
Vincent Wolf didn't wait for a response, he simply made good on his
promise: huffing and puffing and blowing out a hard gust that completely
blew away poor Bobby's little straw house. Little Bobby was quite frightene
indeed, expecting to be eaten up right away but the wolf was quite winded
from his 'outburst' and the frightened little pigboy scrambled up and
ran away to his older brother Cutler's house.
Vincent Wolf was indeed winded, but he wasn't too winded to follow his
intended meal all the way to Cutler's house of sticks. The response
there was much the same as before, except that it was two frightened-looking
little pigs cowering instead of one. He smiled and repeated his previous
phrase, "Litte pigs, little pigs, let me in!"
As before, Bobby cried out, "Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin!"
And again, "Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house
in!" followed by the huffing and the puffing and the blowing of
the house in, resulting in a mess of sticks strewn about two cowering
little pigs and a very out of breath wolf. Bobby stared in fright, again
expecting to be eaten all up when Cutler grabbed him and dashed away
to Roderick's home, the middle pig pushing his way in and locking up
the door with Bobby in tow even before Ruderick could ask what was wrong.
When the eldest pig saw the wolf coming toward his home he couldn't
help but surpess a smile at his foresight in the construction of his
home. He assured his younger siblings that everything would be fine
and told them to stay away from the windows as the wolf knocked upon
the door. The conversation was the same as always:
The wolf's usual opener was, "Little pig, little pig, let me in!"
Ruderick responded quite smugly, "Not by the hair of my chinny-chin
"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!"
was the expected reply, followed by the huffing, the puffing and then
the blowing of the house...except that the house didn't blow in at all,
or up or down or anything. It stayed quite firm despite repeated attempts
by the wolf to blow it down. In the end Vincent Wolf was left quite
winded but Ruderick's house stood tall.
Bobby and Cutler seemed quite relieved that they remained safe despite
the wolf's attempts, but they expressed alarm when they heard the sounds
of a big wolf climbing up onto the roof. Ruderick assured them not to
worry, however, and pointed to a pot of boiling water laying upon the
fireplace and explaining, "Don't worry...the chimney is the only
place in from the roof, and when he tries it we'll have a lovely dinner
cooking for us!"
Ruderick's siblings agreed that it would indeed be lovely so they waited
around the pot for the wolf to 'drop in' and were taken completely by
surprise when the front door -- apparently not as well-locked as it
should have been -- burst open and Vincent rushed in. For all of the
planning and engineering Ruderick did, he neglected to put in more than
one exit, and so the poor little pigboys were trapped, easily gathered
up, tossed into a large sack and dragged away, the hungry wolf licking
his lips as he carried his squirming quarry home.
Ruderick, Cutler and Bobby squirmed about, quite frightened as they
were stuffed into a large sack, then smooshed together and bounced about
as they were carried to parts unknown. The sack was quite tight and
the piglet siblings had difficulty breathing within, each one eventually
blacking out as they were carried off. They eventually came to -- finding
themselves locked in a small cage with their clothing removed and a
hungry-looking wolf grinning at them from outside of the metal bars.
Ruderick decided to take charge, even as frightened as he was. He stammered,
"W...what are you going to .d...do?"
Vincent wolf just laughed, "Isn't it obvious? I'm going to eat
The three pigs gasped at the frank statement, little Bobby suddenly
breaking down and sobbing, "No! Please! I don't wanna be eaten!",
but of course the wolf was unmoved by the tears.
The rest of the afternoon was spent with the three naked little piglets
trembling in the cage watching the wolf prepare his kitchen supplies
for a pork dinner, Bobby continually sobbing the whole time. The youngest
piglet's tears must have caught the notice of the wolf, as he finally
opened up the cage, grabbed up little Bobby and chuckled, "You!
You shall make a lovely roast tonight!"
Poor little Bobby squealed and sobbed even louder as his naked little
body was pulled from the cage and then forced face-down on the cold
preperation table, where his limbs were quickly bound down to keep him
from moving. He was too busy bawling with fear to hear the wolf's words
but he felt large hands rubbing all over his body as Vincent Wolf spread
various seasonings over the pig's young hairless skin and licked his
lips repeatedly. His words did not go unheard by Bobby's elder brothers
who watched in apparent horror as their youngest sibling was prepared
for a meal.
The wolf, for his part, was rather calm and didn't try to put the doomed
little piglet in any more discomfort than was necessary -- though his
words were perhaps disquieting to any who heard, "Mmm...now just
you relax, soon you will be a tasty golden brown roast pork dinner for
my table..." The wolf, as he rubbed his special spices and seasonings
over Bobby's naked body, seemed to enjoy pushing his finger right up
under Bobby's tail, shoving a digit firmly into the young piglet's bottom,
which made poor Bobby squirm and squeal and made the wolf giggle with
delight. Finally he decided that his young piglet meal was suitably
prepared and announced that it was time to get him cooking -- causing
Bobby to enter another round of wailing and sobbing.
The wolf left his sobbing, squirming, bound and helpless captive to
return to the cage to address Cutler and Ruderick. HE smiled and licked
his lips as the two elder piglets trembled, apparently quite horrified
at the sight. Delighting in the fear Vincent casually quipped, "Doesn't
he look delicious, all tied up like that? Don't either of you want to
help me prepare him?" He opened up the cage and dragged out Cutler
and mused, "You! You shall help cook your little brother, let him
know what a fine meal he makes!"
Ruderick, even with his age, couldn't hold back his tears of terror
and sadness at what he watched. Cutler didn't cry, however, he simply
walked unsteadily toward his brother'sbound body -- perhaps he was too
much in shock to react. He was lifted suddenly to see his little brother's
backside and suddenly felt a furry hand at his groin. He whimpered softly
as he looked straight ahead at his brother's exposed rear, the little
curly tail instinctively raised and wiggling. Cutler moand softly, unable
to deny the physical pleasure brought upon by the rubbing at his groin
and before he could say anything his little cock was poking forward,
pointing straight at his younger brother's ass. He panted and seemed
quite unsure of himself as he looked down to see a furry thumb and forefinger
gripping his hard little cock, helping to aim it as his body was pushed
forward. He shuddered and shook his head, moaning but not speaking.
He heard a chuckle from behind him, then heard a gruff whisper from
"Go ahead...you want it...you know it won't matter soon..."
It was all the encouragement that Cutler needed. His eyes widened as
he stared at his little brother's bottom and he grabbed the younger
piglet's rear and pulled himself up to let his hard cock push into Bobby's
tight young ass. He groand and moaned as he felt helping arms holding
up and thrusting his hips back and forth into his younger brother's
rear, the flesh squeezing so wonderfully around his cock, stimulating
him. He lost track of time until finally the pleasure built up and he
let out a cry as his little dick pulsed and spurted thick cum into his
young brother's warm rear.
For his part Bobby seemed to notice little as his older brother fucked
him. He cried and sobbed, already quite humiliated from being stripped
and bound down and rubbed all over with large wolf paws -- he hardly
noticed his brother's dick in him and he barely flinched when he felt
the warm liquid splashing up inside of him. By the time Cutlar was cumming
in his tight little rear his sobs had softened to quiet sniffles and
faint but constant trembling. Over time the initial shock wore off and
was simply replaced with terror and dread over his impending doom. His
eyes darted about nervously as he tried to look about despite his rather
tied down position, his recovery just in time to witness the wolf starting
up a large fire in his barbecue pit. The sight made him tremble and
whine again, squealing and squirming though still in denial and unable
to believe that was meant for him until he felt something hard and metal
poking up under his tail, the warmth of the cum in his ass making the
spit being pushed into him feel that much colder. Seeing the wolf in
front of him still tending to the fire, he knew that it was his brother
pushing the steel spit into his body and he opened his mouth to beg
and plead for mercy but the pointed tip suddenly ripped into his insides
and he could only squeal out in pain.
Cutler was indeed ramming the metal spit into his younger brother's
bottom, just as he had been instructed by the wolf. He showed little
emotion or feeling save the occasional gritting of the teeth as the
pointed tip ripped through poor Bobby's internal organs. Cutler paused
just before the steel rod burrowed up into his little brother's chest
and he stared, seeing just a little tied up piglet quivering with a
long rod stuck out of his ass. He brought his arms back to make another
firm thrust when he felt furred hands grasping him gently, guiding his
aim before coaxing him to shove forward. Cutler's strength surprised
even himself: the thrust enough to completely slide the spit into Bobby's
chest, up through his throat and out of his wailing mouth. Vincent's
aim insured that the rod completley missed Bobby's heart, leaving the
little piglet alive even as he was stuck, impaled quite firmly on the
rod and able to breathe -- barely -- with much effort.
Poor Bobby sobbed and sobbed, his cries of pain cut off thanks to the
large metal spit in his mouth and throat, the shock of it all helping
to dull some of the agony that he should have felt. He clenched firmly
around the spit and sniffled, his little body quivering on the spit,
not noticing as his legs were unbound from the table and retied to the
spit, then his arms, nor did he notice that the hands that bound him
were not those of the wolf. He barely noticed when furry arms gathered
up his spitted body, only fully recovering halfway through his trip
to the crackling fire of Vincent Wolf's barbecue pit. His eyes widened
suddenly as he saw his destination and he renewed his struggles, ignoring
the terrible pain that the spit caused him as he squirmed around but
unable to ignore the intense heat of the fire as he was set over the
flames. The intense blaze burned all over him, his little body squirming
in a desperate but futile attempt to escape the hot fire below him.
He cried and sobbed profusely, tears streaming down his tormented face
and dripping down to hiss in the fire. The agony of the cooking fire
against the front of his body was relieved only slightly as his body
started to turn, though the heat moving from his front to his side,
then his back, then his other side and finally back to his front to
start all over again was little comfort.
Cutler was the one turning his brother over the fire, still showing
little emotion -- though there seemed to be a hint of fascination at
seeing his little brother with a metal spit shoved in his rear and mouth,
lit up by the flames of the fire that cooked him. He blinked a few times
as he watched the little piglet's squirming, then jumped suddenly a
rather firm spasm from Bobby was accompanied by a tapping on his own
Cutler looked over and up to view a smiling wolfish visage. The staring,
grinning face of Vincent directed Cutler to look downward and the little
pig complied, his face dropping to see the large pink wolf cock pointing
right into his face. The piglet gulped at the sight, then took a deep
breath in through his nose and smelled the scent of the wolf's crotch,
the scent making him lick his lips and shudder with apprehension. He
looked at his brother Bobby, the impaled young piglet still squriming
and sobbing as his naked body started to turn red as it cooked over
the hot fire. The sight, so strange and unexpected and bizzare drew
him in, but a gruff voice commanding, "Pleasure me, slut. You can
watch this piece of meat roast afterwards." snapped him back to
attention with a jolt. He looked back between the wolf's legs for just
a moment before opening his mouth up and taking the wolf's large cock
in, suckling obediently.
Vincent wolf inhaled deeply, hoping that the littlest piglet's cooking
scent might be detectable, however faint. He stared at the young piglet,
squirming and whimpering and crying as he turned and cooked alive over
the hot fire, licking his lips as he took note of the quivering plump
young legs, the firm rump from which the metal spit protruded and the
fine and meaty ribs that already were changing colour from the heat.
He sighed deeply as he felt the warm mouth of the piglet's older brother
around his cock and began to thrust his hips and jerk his throbbing
member within the warm and moist interior, thick droplets of precum
dribbling down onto the piglet's tongue. Cutler simply sucked and suckled
at the object in his mouth, seeming almost eager with his task; the
taste of precum and the feeling of the thick member pushing into his
throat slowly made him forget what his arms were doing: turning his
little brother over a fire to cook him. Little Bobby, for all the pain
and fear he felt, admirably did exactly what he was meant to do. He
squirmed and struggled through his bindings and through the spit that
impaled him from the searing heat of the flames below, he cried and
pleaded and sobbed as best he could through the metal pole in his throat
and tears streaked down his face as fast as they could before evaporating
away in the intense heat but through it all his naked little body began
cooking up perfectly, the smell of his roasting flesh soon filling the
cave and even though as time passed he felt himself grow weaker and
weaker, his cooking came along better and better, as though he was completely
focusing upon his new task.
Ruderick, the only one seemingly left out of the fun, just sat in his
cage. For all of his brains and all of his elder experience he couldn't
think of a better thing to do than to sit with his legs pulled against
his chest as he watched everything before him while tears crept down
his soft cheeks. He watched as his youngest brother Bobby was pulled
and tied down, then watched as his other brother Cutler was forced to
rape Bobby and then impale him. He sobbed helplessly while he stared
at Bobby's squirming helpless naked body turning over the fire. He felt
helpless despair when he saw an emotionless Cutler turning the spit
that held their youngest brother, despair that only doubled when it
seemed that Cutler almost enjoyed being forced to service the wolf orally
-- he could swear that he saw a hint of a smile on Cutler's face through
the engorged wolfcock stuffed in his mouth and the black-furred hips
that repeatedly pushed against Cutler's snout. He turned his head, knowing
that Cutler was too strong-willed and independent to enjoy being dominated
and abused so. He curled up, wanting to pass out to get away from the
sights and sounds of the cave...but he could not escape the smells.
The scent of Bobby's young cooking body wafted to his nose and much
as he wanted to feel sick his belly was too empty for queasiness...so
empty in fact, that the scent of roasting pork -- much to his horror
-- only made his stomach growl with hunger.
Vincent Wolf was unconcerned with the sobbing little pig in the cage.
He hadn't cared much about the sobbing of the little pig turning over
the fire either, though that sobbing was finished now; the streams of
liquid running down little Bobby's face were not tears but the first
traces of juice that had boiled up from within the little piglet's body
and seeped out through the cracks in the piglet's drying, cooking skin.
While the liquid hissed as satisfyingly as the tears and smelled even
better, he still had more important concerns: the wonderful suckling
pig mouth around his hard cock. Young Cutler sucked away quite effectively
despite his inexperience, his tongue sliding along the hard wolfshaft
to tease and stimulate it before tickling the tip and receiving another
salty taste of precum. His right hand slipped from the spit -- his left
arm sufficient to keep Bobby turning and cooking evenly over the fire
-- and reached around to gently rub the wolf's dangling balls, gently
massaging the large furry sac and the warm orbs within. He couldn't
tell but he guessed that Vincent appreciated the extra efforts, judging
from the quickened pace of the wolf's hips against his face and the
extra liquid dribbling out onto his tongue.
Vincent was already breathing heavily as he fucked and enjoyed Cutlar's
warm tight mouth and throat and now the scent of Bobby's cooking flesh
filled his nostrils. He licked his lips and groaned in pleasure before
feeling five warm tender fingers at his balls, the light tickle and
stimulation pushing him right over the edge. He yelped and howled loudly
as his large shaft throbbed firmly, then started squirting out thick
gushes of cum into Cutler's gulping maw. Even without the sudden strong
hairy hand holding his head in place Cutler had no intention of pulling
away from the wolf's crotch. His mouth gulped eagerly at the flowing
cum, his tongue lapping at the thick cocktip to taste the offering as
he was 'fed', forgetting completely about poor Bobby -- though he continued
mindlessly turning the spit over the fire. Cutler even managed to surprise
Vincent by pushing his head forward, drawing that heavy pulsing and
spurting cock into his tight throat, suckling and teasing to keep the
wolf pleasured and happy and feeling more thick gobs of hot spunk splatter
inside of his throat and flow freely into his stomach.
Vincent sighed happily, feeding the eager little pig as much cum as
he could muster, but the warm furry balls in the pig's hand emptied
out eventually and he pushed the eager young pig's head away, his cock
softening and just dripping a bit. He smiled and chuckled a bit at Cutler,
"Did you enjoy your appetizer? I do hope that you have room for
our main course."
Cutler blushed brightly as he lapped up a few errant droplets of cum
from his lips and chin, seeming more than a little embarassed and even
ashamed for his behaviour. He looked over at his now motionless and
light-brown brother's body and saw that he had slowed the rotation over
the fire. He moved redouble his efforts when a gentle furry paw brushed
"Just a moment..." The wolf brushed him aside for a moment,
then turned to Bobby's body, the piglet's front side facing the fire
again. In one hand he held a large funnel connected to a hose into a
very large pot under Bobby's neck and in the other he held a knife at
the piglet's throat. He looked to his still-browning meal and explained,
"It's time to get him cooking properly..." before cutting
open Bobby's throat and letting the blood drain out into the pot via
the funnel and hose.
Cutler shuddered at the sight, not sure he wanted to watch even after
witnessing so much today. The blood did not pour out terribly quickly,
though -- poor Bobby's heart had stopped pushing it out and only the
a slight vertical tilt of his body allowed him to drain effectively.
Over time, Cutler found the sight more palatable; after watching poor
Bobby being impaled and slow-roasted, bleeding could cause little trauma.
Once the youngest pig was fully drained Vincent directed Cutler to resume
the rotation. Cutler simply looked upon Bobby's turning and now browning
body with the same lack of emotion that he showed before. He barely
moved as a furry paw patted his shoulder and a gruff voice informed
him, "Isn't it amazing...your own brother now a delicious roast..."
Cutler didn't answer. He just looked straight ahead at the cooking body
of his younger sibling, seeming to try and shrug off the emotions that
such a sight could bring.
Hours passed. Ruderick lay in the cage, still sobbing and whimpering,
feeling so helpless from the sight of his younger brothers: one becoming
a meal and the other helping to cook that meal. Cutler continued turning
the little boypig over the fire. Vincent Wolf prepared for the coming
meal by setting up a serving platter with an assortment of vegetables
and a bed of lettuce leaves, an apple awaiting placement within the
mouth of the meal. If anyone did more than Vincent it was certainly
Bobby, who had gone from being soft, dry and pink to crispy firm, slick
with natural cooking juices and deep golden brown. The fire crackling
below his body before had cast an eerie light upon his skin but now
the light glistened from the dribblings of juices that seeped through
the cracks in the pig's crisp skin after rising up from within his cooked
body. Before being brought to Vincent's cave little Bobby had the scent
of a young and clean little piglet. His scent was decidedly different
now, heady and thick -- though somehow Vincent found the change in the
piglet's scent appealing, even mouth watering. The wolf directed Cutler
to pause in the piglet's rotation over the fire so that he could probe
little Bobby's rump with a fork. The prongs sank deep into the cooked
piglet's body and a thick trickle of clear juice streamed out. The wolf
licked his lips and smiled, clearly satisfied. Vincent happily announced
to the two remaining piglet brothers, "He is done. Time to eat."
The announcement had little noticable effect on the two boys. Ruderick
looked up for a moment, but his despair could sink little further and
Cutler simply followed Vincent about without any sign of emotion. Bobby
showed no emotion either as two oven-mitt protected wolf arms lifted
him from the barbecue pit and laid him gently upon the serving platter.
His meat jiggled a bit, loose on the bone now, as the spit was slowly
pulled from his rear and his tender flesh offered no resistance as the
wolf folded the little cooked pigboy's arms and legs under his body
to properly put Bobby in the "roast suckling" position, complete
with a red shiny apple in the mouth.
Vincent took up Cutler and let the middle pig get a good look at the
brother he helped roast. He chuckled, "I thank you for your services...now
I must enjoy the dinner you helped prepare." and he led the still
stotic Cutler to the cage, pushing him inside and into the curled up
body of Roderick. Roderick looked up suddenly to see the wolf sitting
down to a steaming roast pig -- the roast pig clearly recognizable as
his youngest brother Bobby. He was out of tears to cry so he simply
stared in shocked horror as a large knife blade slid down into the cooked
piglet's left hip, severing the leg at the joint. Vincent Wolf held
Bobby's roasted pork chop and smiled cruelly at the pigs in the cage
before taking a large bite from the juicy white meat. Bobby's roasted
flesh was delicious and Vincent made no effort to hide his enjoyment
of the taste, moaning and gasping with delight as the cooked pig meat
and juices slid along his tongue and chewing the savory meat slowly
to fully enjoy the flavour.
Cutler looked up at the sight, trying to hold on to his emotionless
expression but he quickly broke down into tears at the horrific sight
before him. Ruderick quickly moved to console his younger brother, trying
to assure Cutler that he wasn't to blame for what happened. The two
pigboys were so lost in their tearful huddle that they did not notice
the wolf approaching the cage until two thick ham steaks were thrust
through the bars. The source of the steaks did not need to be identified,
the exact origins of the meat apparent from the two carvings from Bobby's
Ruderick choked, trying to gag and feeling as though he should be sick
but much to his dismay and horror he felt the slight hunger he had felt
earlier building up to make his stomach rumble audibly. He trembled
hard, the scent of Bobby's cooked meat so horrifyingly enticing. He
gulped and finally spoke, "I...I won't....I won't eat him."
Vincent smiled a warm, disarming smile, "I thought that you might
be hungry, and I didn't have anything else to offer...you don't have
to eat anything, but it is very tasty meat." The wolf walked away
to return to his delicious piglet meal.
Cutler appeared less resolved against cannibalism. The brief dispair
he showed earlier faded back to an emotionless stare as he eyed the
steaming meat. Ruderick noticed his brother licking his lips and snapped,
"N..no! You can't eat it! He...he was..."
Cuter's voice trembled as he answered, "He's gone now...we can't
change that..." He reached out and lifted the greasy pork steak,
sniffing at it and feeling the urges of his food-deprived belly.
Ruderick whimpered, worried that his brother would soon resort to eating
his own. He cried softly, "He was our brother!" just as Cutler
took a large bite from his portion of meat.
Cutler chewed slowly, his expression so distant that it seemed unlikely
that he was even tasting the flesh in his mouth before he swallowed
it and answered in a soft voice, "He can't feel it..anymore..."
He turned to Ruderick and seemed torn and pained as he explained, "T...the
wolf...may try to fatten us before...if we don't eat we won't get fat...and
he'll cook us right away...if we eat we might have more time."
Ruderick winced a bit and gulped hard at the words which made so much
sense to his food-starved brain. He looked down at his own steaming
thick hamsteak, then lifted the mass of meat to his face. He took an
experimental nibble, then stuffed his face, wanting to be full and wanting
to delay his trip to the fire, his mind constantly rationalizing his
act of cannibalism just as his brother suggested. He managed to finish
even before Cutler and he stared down at his belly, rubbing it as the
realisation that it was filled with his own brother's flesh -- and that
his brother's flesh was delicious -- hit him before he passed out cold.
Cutler was chewing slowly, and despite his appearance he was taking
his time to taste the meat. He watched his elder brother faint away,
reacting not at all, only continuing his meal. As he stuffed the last
of his portion of Bobby's tender, juicy meat into his mouth he looked
to the wolf who was just finishing off the porkchop that he had carved
earlier, leaving behind nothing but bone where once had been tender
young piglet leg.
Vincent set down the skeletal remains of his first course and looked
to the cage. He stood and went to the pig captives, staring at Ruderick's
"He's out cold.", Cutler stated flatly.
"Oh? You don't think that he will wake soon?" Vincent gave
an amused smile and started to unlock the cage again.
Cutler shook his head, giving a thin smile as the cage was unlatched
and opened up. He stood and let the wolf help him out onto the floor.
He headed to the table as Vincent re-closed the cage and returned to
his seat, sitting and spreading his legs a bit to allow Cutler to climb
up and sit in his lap. He reached over the table and carved off young
Bobby's left arm, the white meat steaming as the knife sliced into it.
As he carved, Vincent casually asked, "How was it."
Cutler let out a slight sigh, "Delicious..." He smiled and
added, "...I do hope that I have room for more." As it was
offered he brightened and eagerly accepted his brother's cooked severed
arm, leaning in to bite into the thick bicep. He paused to let the tangy
juices wash over his tongue before biting the meat away, chewing it
slowly before he swallowed. He took another bite, then another before
he realised that he was staring at his little brother's bone. He giggled
a bit, unsure of what to think of what he had done and looked over the
remains of the arm. It was still mostly intact and still very recognizable,
especially the hand. Cutler looked over the cooked brown piglet hand,
then brough his own up and marvelled at how similar they looked and
for a moment -- just a moment -- he wondered what his own hand, his
five fingers, would look like cooked up like his brother's. He brought
the cooked limb to his nose to sniff at it and turned to stare at Bobby's
body upon the platter. Even cooked to a golden brown, with parts missing,
it was still recognizable as his little brother Bobby. He watched the
wolf's carving knife suddenly descend into the flesh of Bobby's right
hip and shuddered as he nearly expected the little piglet to react as
the blade sank down, slicing apart the hot, steaming white meat below
the skin. Cutler stared intently as his brother's now severed right
leg was removed, the change making Bobby look less like the little pigboy
he used to be and more like the proper meal that he had become. He looked
up to see strong jaws bite down on Bobby's thick, meaty thigh then looked
down at his own meal, leaning in to slurp the cooked piglet fingers
from the bone. The sound of Vincent's chewing and swallowing help Cutler's
Bobby's crisp cooked finger meat slid right off as each digit was suckled,
and the flesh of his hands easily fell from the bone as Cutler devoured
hungrily and happily. He allowed bone to hang loosely from weakened
ligament as he devoured, moving on to the crisp wrist and the sliding
up the meaty forearm. Bobby's cooked meat was so tender that Cutler
had no difficulty scraping it from the bone even without the benefit
of predator teeth. The meat was delicious, better than anything he had
tasted before, and he worked to devour and savour the flesh, either
oblivious to the cannibalistic nature of his meal or just not caring.
He worked almost too quickly, the arm bones stripped of meat before
Cutler realised it. He burped lightly and realised that he suddenly
felt very full, then he looked up to see a smiling wolf staring down
at him, the wolf's hand holding a partially eaten porkchop and the wolf's
mouth moving slowly as it chewed up the most recent bite.
Cutler giggled, blushing a bit from his ravenous behaviour, "No
fair! You got a bigger piece!" He started to squirm a bit, moving
to turn around in Vincent's lap so that he would face toward the wolf
instead of away.
Vincent swallowed and smiled, spreading his legs to assist Cutler's
about-face. The sight of the smiling naked pigboy -- covered in piggrease
-- staring up at him brought a stirring to his groin and he made no
effort to hide his arousal. He chuckled and lowered the leg of Bobby
down to Cutler's reach and replied, "I thought it best that you
start small, find out the size of your appetite...would you like a bite?"
Cutler blushed and nodded, then leaned up to take a bite from the offered
leg. As he nibbled away at the tender porkchop he felt the lips of a
furry face lean in and returned the move, chewing the tangy meat of
his brother's cooked flesh and tenderly kissing the wolf who fed him.
The two stayed as they were for an hour, Vincent devouring more and
more of little Bobby's leg and Cutler -- mostly full -- taking an occasional
nibble and snuggling with his newfound friend until he felt groggy and
sleepy and was carried back to his cage by the wolf. He was sleeping
peacefully even before Vincent returned to finish his meal.
Cutler and Ruderick awoke about the same time, their bodies cuddled
together for warmth. Ruderick rose first, looking out to see that the
events of the previous night were not a horrible nightmare; a sated
wolf lay still snoozing upon his bed and a pile of young piglet bones
-- the wolf had eaten Bobby all up. Ruderick just trembled and whimpered,
once again in shock as Cutler awoke, showing no emotion at all as he
took in the scene. Ruderick thought his brother Cutler to be in deep
denial, so he slunk over to his sibling and embraced him tearfully.
"W..we'll find a way out of here...we'll get free...and we'll get
justice for Bobby..." Ruderick's voice was shaky, unsteady and
little confidence echoed within his words.
Cutler nodded, his face unchanging. He stared at the bones of his younger
brother, silently marvelling that the skeletal pile upon the table
once little energetic Bobby. In a quiet tone he answered, "Yeah."
Ruderick didn't find a way out that day, nor the next. He and Cutler
were kept in their cage for most of the day, the wolf feeding them scraps
of meat that he could catch in the woods and whatever vegetables or
fruits he could scavenge from the gardens of others. Ruderick sank deeper
and deeper into depression over time, though Cutler rarely showed any
emotion at all.
On the third full day of the pigs' imprisonment Vincent stepped to the
cage with a look in his eye that made Ruderick cringe. The wolf's next
move, opening up the cage and voilently yanking the eldest piglet out
made Ruderick squeal in terror, the terrified boy expecting to be stuck
and placed over a fire at any moment. The feeling of something hard
and thick entering his rear didn't help until he realised that it was
the wolf's thick cock in his ass and not a metal spit. The relief was
short lived, though, when Vincent began thrusting his hips firmly into
poor Ruderick's body, the hard wolfcock throbbing and pounding and pushing
forcefully and very painfully into little Ruderick's tight ass, the
piglet squealing and squirming about as his body was held tightly down
against the carving table.
Vincent Wolf growled and moaned happily as poor Ruderick's ass squeezed
so nicely around his engorged cock, sending waves of pleasure rippling
through his body. He snorted and slapped the piglet's bottom, feeling
the pudgy boy's meat and commented, "Ooh...such juicy tender flesh..."
before his ability to speak was overtaken from the intense pleasure
of his orgasm, his cock pulsing and spurting out thick cum into Ruderick's
helpless squirming body. The little piglet squirmed helplessly as he
was raped and filled with wolfcum. While his ears barely heard the wolf
refer to him as meat it registered in his brain very clearly and he
sobbed loud and hard as his ass was repeatedly pounded in with a gushing
cock. He shuddered hard, wracked with emotion, remembering poor Bobby
and how his littlest brother looked all cooked to a golden brown. He
felt the cock pounding into his rear and realised that to the wolf he
was no better -- just like Bobby he was a roast waiting to be cooked.
The strong arms forcing him against the table despite his struggles
reminded him that he was totally powerless -- he couldn't save his little
brother from being eaten, he wouldn't be able to save Cutler from being
eaten and he wouldn't even be able to save himself from being eaten!
He sobbed and whined as Vincent Wolf finished up, withdrawing his cock
to give another final spurt of cum against Ruderick's rump. The poor
piglet didn't even notice as he was roughly lifted back up and carried
-- cum dripping from his ass -- back to the cage.
Every day at noon for the next week and a half Vincent would alternate
between pulling out either Cutler or Ruderick, have his way with the
chosen piglet -- sometimes more than once, then throw them back into
the cage. He seemed to prefer oral sex with Cutler and anal sex with
Ruderick, though he did not limit himself to one style with either pig.
When abused, Ruderick would just shudder and sob, feeling so helpless
and weak at being delegated to nothing more than sex toy; his sobs would
be slow and steady at first then degenerate into compelte breakdown
when he felt the wolf's thick cum filling his ass or spurting onto his
tongue and down his throat where he was forced to swallow. Cutler, as
always, never showed any emotion regardless of whether the wolf's cock
was pounding in his ass or rubbing about against his tongue, he simply
closed his eyes and did as he was told. One day Ruderick watched as
Cutler was being fucked in the ass and almost thought that he saw a
hint of a smile -- but he shook his head, knowing that independent Cutler
would never enjoy such abuse.
It came to pass following that week and a half that Ruderick was forcefully
grabbed out of the cage and carried over to the wolf's preperation table.
The piglet knew that today was his day to be fucked or otherwise used
and thought nothing of it until he was suddenly turned about and thrown
face-down into a large pan. He squirmed for a moment, trying to look
around at the new object when several restraints in the pan came clamping
down over his wrists and ankles, holding them in place. He squealed
and squirmed about, finding himself surprisingly willing to struggle
and protest despite his broken spirit. After a few minutes of futile
squirming and crying he calmed, realising that he couldn't wiggle his
way free...and also realising that he was facing the cage, which had
been mysteriously left open. Apparently he wasn't the only one to realise
this as Cutler had opened up the door and crept out onto the floor.
"Cutler! Hurry! Run and get help!", Ruderick cried out, voice
filled with anxiety and urgency but for the first time it also carried
a hint of excitement -- the sight of his brother freed and able to possibly
alert others of their plight finally giving him a glimmer of hope.
Ruderick's hope started to turn into more anxiety as Cutler did not
turn and run but instead walked calmly toward the table. Ruderick whimpered,
"C...Cutler? Run, before he catches you!" but his voice faltered,
the elder piglet unable to understand why his younger sibling approached.
He blinked and gulped and tried to comprehend what he saw -- Cutler
was actually showing emotion: he had a broad smile across his face.
Not the fake smile of forced acceptance of something terrible, but a
genuinely pleased and amused smile. Ruderick blinked again before noticing
Cutler's groin, the younger piglet's left arm stroking a nice-sized
"C...Cutler?" The hope was gone, replaced only with fear and
Cutler stepped forward and then climbed up onto the table, standing
right in front of the roasting pan. Ruderick tried to look up at his
brother but his restrictive bindings prevented him from seeing beyond
the firm shaft and dangling orbs of Cutler's genitals and the hand that
played with them. He barely noticed when his brother began to speak
-- Cutler's voice almost forgotten as the younger pig had barely spoken
since their arrival, but when he realised that he heard words he struggled
to listen and understand...before he realised that Cutler was not addressing
"He looks very nice...may I have him as I did Bobby?" Cutler
stepped forward as he spoke, walking on the table around Ruderick and
turning to face his elder brother'sbackside, looking down at it before
rubbing his left hand along the buttocks.
Vincent chuckled and stepped up behind Cutler, sliding a furry arm around
to tease the younger piglet's groin as he growled, "Of course,
you've earned it." He grasped Cutler's hips to help guide them
down toward Ruderick's rear, though the piglet needed little aid in
finding his brother's tight hole and pushing into it.
Ruderick whimpered, biting his lip as waves of despair rushed through
-- his own brother apparently corrupted by the wolf! He whimpered and
sobbed softly as he felt Cutler's body press down from above as the
younger pig's cock pushed in from behind. Ruderick struggled to move
about as his brother's arms slid down his sides to reach underneath
his bound body and he jerked as his genitals were suddenly touched and
fondled by his younger sibling's hand. His jerking turned to spasming
when the cock in his ass begang to thrust within him. Desperate to understand
but unable to do so on his own he gulped hard and spoke in a near sob,
"W...what are you doing!?"
Cutler smiled broadly, the burden of hiding his emotions lifted, and
reached down to grab Ruderick's cock firmly in an attempt to coax out
a hardon from his elder brother while his own hard shaft pounded firmly
within that wonderful warm tight ass. So pleasuring were the motions
of his hips that his response to Ruderick came out almost as a groan,
but he steadied himself enough to be understood when he responded, "I'm
fucking you...he said I could fuck you before dinner." After squeezing
and stroking the elder pig's cock resulted in the member firming up
noticably Cutler added, "You...should enjoy yourself too..."
Ruderick whimpered and cried at first, not understanding his younger
sibling's answer but a dim and horrible realisation crept in as he felt
himself stuffed with his brother Cutler's hard cock followed by a terrifying
and undesired arousal as fingers wrapped around his own uncontrollably
firming shaft. He whined and protested in vain, squirming about as Cutler
relentless pounded his tight ass and continued stroking his now quite
hard shaft but the more he resisted and protested the more he found
himself pleasured, the feelings building up in his groin as his tormented
mind tried to cope. Pained and panicked squeals turned to pained and
panicked moans as the penis wrapped within Cutler's stroking and squeezing
fingers throbbed once and began squirting forth spurts of Ruderick's
cum, the thick seed splattering about and puddling under Ruderick's
body, coating the bound piglet's underside with a gooey sticky mess.
Cutler felt his elder brother's release and let it happen, coaxing it
along to draw out as much creamy cum as possible to coat the bottom
of the pan. He felt his own pleasure building to its climax and he raised
up to grasp Ruderick's hips firmly, the younger piglet's hips pounding
fiercely to drive a hard cock into that tight ass. He gasped and grunted
and then slammed forward hard to release his load, but before anything
could come of his orgasm two strong furry arms grabbed him and pulled
him back, then a firm grip took his previously buried cock and squeezed,
stroked and aimed it as the spray of cum gushed forth.
Ruderick winced and cringed, too drained from his own orgasm to struggle
further. He braced himself, expecting to feel that familiar feeling
of hot liquid gushing up inside of him and he opened his eyes in surprise
as the cock in his ass was withdrawn suddenly. So surprised was he that
he barely noticed the thick warm splatters upon his backside until Cutler's
cum had created quite a mess atop him. Even then he knew not how to
react; the wolf had always shot a load right into his ass or right down
his throat, Ruderick had never experienced the humiliation of being
covered in cum before. Too overcome with confusion and emotion he simply
began sobbing softly, bound in the roasting pan.
Vincent Wolf stroked little Cutler's cock hard and fast and watched
amused as his little piglet friend's cum squirted out thick and full
over the evening meal's backside. He held Cutler firmly, using his non-stroking
hand to tease Cutler's balls and probe the piglet's little hole to keep
the thick seed gushing for as long as possible, but he stopped and let
the piglet relax when it was clear that there was none left to offer.
Cutler panted hard to recover from his intense climax; he shuddered,
quite drained but also quite satisfied -- only a little disappointed
that he wasn't able to fill up Ruderick as he had done little Bobby.
He felt himself being slowly lowered onto the table and went to work
at the task expected of him: using his hands to gently rub the thick
gobs of cum all over Ruderick's. The strange glistening of the gooey
cum and its smell excited him in a way he couldn't explain; it was as
though he was about to experience something new and unexpected even
though he knew full well what was to happen. Trying his best to hold
back his excitement he turned to the wolf for a moment in mid-massage
and asked, "D...does it really make the meat taste better?"
"Indeed it does," responded a very amused Wolf, "...though
I must say that I've never had them basted this well before. Usually
I am only able to use their own cum. I thank you for contributing to
Cutler smiled and returned to his work, squirming with a light giggle
as a wandering wolfpaw fondled him gently. He sniffed the thick aroma
of cum and could swear that he could detect the slight scent of fear
through it; he mused, "Perhaps he should be thanked more...after
all he's going to contribute much more." He paused for just a moment,
then resumed and asked simply, "Will he taste better than Bobby?
Bobby was so young and tender..."
Ruderick's senses were finally starting to return when he heard Cutler's
shocking question and the horrible implications: his younger brother
was cheerfully planning to eat him! He squirmed uselessly in his bindings
and cried out, "No! What! Cutler, what are you doing!"
Vincent -- very much enjoying himself now -- answered, "Why, he's
helping prepare you for dinner...turns out your brother has quite a
taste for pork. You should have seen how happily he ate Bobby."
Ruderick stopped struggling but kept protesting, "No! You...you've
corrupted him! You're forcing him into this! Cutler, what has he done
to you!?" Confident as he tried to sound his resolve was noticably
breaking back down again into pathetic blubbering.
Cutler's cum-soaked hands slid down Ruderick's rump, the younger piglet
squeezing and wondering how his brother's flesh would look and feel
once it was cooked to a juicy brown. His answer was spoken without hint
of malice or fear, "Done to me? He's taken me in and helped me
experience the incredible taste of young pork." He slid a sticky
finger into Ruderick's rear then stepped back, his work apparently finished
with a nod of approval from Vincent.
Ruderick shivered within the roasting pan, "N...no! He...he's done
something to you...you...you'd never have done this last week!"
Vincent stepped forward, leaning over to speak directly into Ruderick's
frightened face, "Don't be silly! This whole thing was his idea."
Ruderick growled, trying to turn his fear to anger, "No! You lie!"...
...but his accusation was cut short when Vincent stepped back to let
Cutler's smiling cheerful face pop in, "It's true. This whole thing
was my idea."
Ruderick stared, shocked but still trying to convince himself thet Cutler
had just fallen deep into the Wolf's emotional trap before Cutler added,
"Why do you think that I convinced Bobby to build such a weak house
on his own rather than using your help?" He giggled and patted
Ruderick's trembling head before continuing, "And when we ran to
your home...who do you think left the door unlocked for him."
Ruderick trembled still, suddenly finding his whole life shattering.
He tried to speak, tried to point out inconsistencies in the story but
he could find none and in the end the only word to emerge from his trembling
lips were, "W...why?"
Cutler sighed happily as a furry wolf arm wrapped around his shoulders.
He explained, "Several months ago I stumbled upon Mr. Vincent's
humble home here...I could smell something wonderful as I walked by
the cave but it wasn't until I peered inside when I saw that the wonderful
scent came from a pig being roasted for dinner." He giggled and
sniffed firmly at Ruderick, though currently could only smell the cum
covering his brother's body, "It was such a delicious aroma...I
wanted to come right in and ask to have a bite...but...I was too afraid.
But the next day I came back, and I made our Wolf friend a deal -- I'd
deliver my brothers...and in exchange I could share in the meat."
He smiled cheerfully as was handled a shaker and began sprinkling mixed
spices about Ruderick's body, the crushed flakes sticking nicely on
the bound piglet's cum-covered body.
Ruderick trembled, his whole world shattered as he slowly realised that
the story he heard was true; he was the victim not of a brainwashed
brother, but a betraying one. The sting of his brother's actions hurt
him deeply, emotions wracking his body and causing him to sob and shudder
hard. He broke down in the pan, crying out hard and loud, barely aware
now of where he was or the sounds around him until he opened his eyes
and looked up at the grinning, happy face of Cutler. The sight changed
his fear and pain to pure anger and for a moment he had enough courage
to speak very sharply to Culter, "You...you're a cannibal! And
you're a fool...he is only using you...when this is over and you are
the only one left he shall eat you just like any other pig!" Beneath
his anger was the faint, dim hope that Cutler would realise the truth
of those words and a last-minute change of heart would lead to his release.
"Oh dear brother, " Cutler spoke sweetly, kneeling lightly
and caressing Ruderick's cheek, "I am not ashamed to be a cannibal
when the flesh of my kind is so succulent...and I have no illusions
as to my fate here. The taste of Bobby's delicious meat alone was worth
the price of being cooked and eaten myself...I am eternally grateful
to our host that I shall be allowed to consume your body as well."
Cutler finally stood to look to Vincent, who had been heating up the
oven and had not heard the exchange.
Ruderick's mouth dropped in shock at the final relevation. His mind
reeled as he searched for words but his thoughts melted into a jumbled
mess. By the time he realised that he wanted to respond Cutler stood
and the view changed from his younger brother's face to his brother's
genitals dangling before him. The shock set in fully then, his mind
on little but the sight of Cutler's now hard penis and the little fingers
as his younger sibling played with himself. He barely noticed the view
changing; Cutler moved away as Vincent took hold of the pan. His head
swam but it seemed to fit perfectly with the roasting pan being lifted
and carried, the jumble of words beteen Cutler and Vincent melting into
a strange sea of chaos. There was heat at his backside as he was carried
toward the open oven door, the heat growing and spreading as he was
pushed forward and into the large oven. The heat had meaning, but Ruderick
couldn't figure out what it was. The oven door closed...
...and Ruderick screamed as the intense searing heat all around him
snapped him back to reality: he was bound in a roasting pan, stuck in
an oven and cooking for a wolf and his treacherous brother's dinner!
He squealed and cried loudly, struggling hard and painfully in the intense
heat and all to no avail.
For Cutler the evening was one of discovery and excitement. For Vincent
it was a typical dinner, though the Wolf did enjoy occasions such as
this when such fine meat was available. He prepared the platter that
would receive the night's roast then listened with Cutler at Ruderick's
final screams. When the cooking piglet's cries finally silenced he was
removed, hung over a drainage pit, cut open to bleed, eviserated, filled
with stuffing and then placed back into the pan as he was before. Vincent
did most of the work, but allowed Cutler to help when the eager younger
piglet could. Cutler marvelled at the sight of his brother's body; already
changed to a bright red yet still appearing so much as it had before.
When Ruderick was placed back in the pan the hungry younger piglet licked
his lips, mouth watering at the sight and he realised that the source
of his hunger was not the anticipation of seeing his brother roasted,
but the sight of his brother now -- still, lying in a pan, so clearly
destined to be nothing but food. He sat upon the table, legs dangling
off the edge, and watched as Vincent pushed Ruderick back into the oven
to finish cooking.
Hours passed. Vincent sat before his table and Cutler sat upon his lap,
snuggled against an unlikely companion. Ruderick merely lay in a pan
within the oven; his body cooked, his skin browned and cracked, the
scent of his roasting flesh filling the room with a mouth-watering aroma.
His juices boiled up and dribbled down his crisp brown skin to puddle
up, the thick liquid a mixture of fat, porkjuice and spicy porkcum.
Within a few hours Vincent was removing Ruderick's perfectly cooked
body from the pan and placing the roast piglet onto a serving platter.
Cutler hopped up to eagerly eye Ruderick's transformation from a young
boy to a suckling roast. He gazed upon the form, only the second wholly
cooked piglet he'd seen in his life, and as with Bobby before he found
himself recognizing very clearly the form of his brother. Ruderick looked
different than Bobby had: the younger piglet's fire- oasted body had
been slightly charred in a few places and the skin had been visibly
crisp and rough; Ruderick's skin, while brown and steaming and glistening
with juice, still had some hint of the texture it carried in life, the
lack of exposure to flame directly making it seem softer and perhaps
more tender. Ruderick's body did clearly appear as food with his darkened
skin, the steam rising up, the suckling position of his limbs and the
apple in his mouth, but the appearance -- he was still clearly a whole
pig and clearly Cutler's elder brother -- made the middle piglet feel
hungry and excited in a way he couldn't describe.
Vincent took note of Cutler's reaction -- not entirely unexpected, and
possibly something to enjoy and share. He removed Ruderick's platter
from the floor and carried it to his bedside, beckoning Cutler to follow.
He set the steaming roast piglet onto the floor, lay down upon his mattress
and softly spoke to his cannibal friend, "Come, sit with me."
Cutler followed, of course, hopping up and seating himself firmly upon
the Wolf's lap. He wiggled about and soon felt a pleasant bulge pushing
up against his rump, then gasped as the wolf's cock suddenly penetrated
him as strong arms held him down. He looked down at his furry seat,
realising at last just how hard his own cock had grown, then looked
up at Vincent whilst struggling to keep from groaning too hard. He watched
his lover's hand reach out and sink a fork into Ruderick's rear end,
then he watched a second hand sink a knife into the roasted piglet's
hip to carve off and sever the leg. Cutler gasped at the sight, flexing
around the cock in his ass while his own twitched with delight, seeing
that his elder brother's flesh was indeed more tender and juicy than
Bobby's had been. He soon had a close up look when Vincent shoved the
hunk of porkleg into his face. He sniffed at the roasted meat, so clearly
recognizable as Ruderick's leg, so obviously meant to be eaten. The
scent of roast pork was overpowering, it made Cutler's stomach growl
and knot in anticipation; the sight of juices covering it and the knowledge
that the liquid dribbling and trickling down from the meat came from
Ruderick's body -- mixed with his own cum of course -- made him buck
harder around Vincent's cock; and faintly, just barely, Cutler knew
that through the overpowering aroma of the cooked meat he could make
out the faint scent of Ruderick's cum mixed with his own. He grasped
his own cock and jerked it once, then leaned forward right into the
thick thighmeat as he gasped, sinking his teeth down into the juicy,
tender flesh. The meat was more succulent than he could have imagined,
the piglet cum having made an excellent basting sauce that perfectly
complemented Ruderick's own natural juices. The meat was quite tender,
seemingly the perfect texture to Cutler as he slowly chewed and savoured
each bite, sliding his tongue along the delicious porkflesh. The roasted
leg was drawn back and Cutler looked over to the source of the flesh,
seeing the recognizable face of his brother -- oh god, he was eating
his brother's cooked body! He shuddered and jerked his hips firmly as
he sat upon a wolf's engorged cock, then turned to watch that very wolf
take a large bite from his brother's legs. Such strong jaws tearing
away and devouring what was once part of a young, happy, energetic pigboy.
Legs that his brother had used to run and play were now simply meat
to warm and fill hungry stomachs. Cutler swallowed the morsel of flesh
in his mouth and squealed with delight whilst leaning forward to take
another bite, and then another. Vincent and Cutler devoured the leg
together like this, lips and tongue slathering over one another more
than once before finally settling into a strange and wonderful kiss
seperated only by the portion of Ruderick's leg that they were biting
away and chewing.
Cutler's and Vincent's passions intensified as they devoured the plentiful
meat from Ruderick's roasted leg. Most of the piglet's thigh was gone,
munched away and swallowed into the hungry bellies of a wolf and a cannibal
pig. The two ravenous beasts worked upon the calf next; while not as
meaty it did give the piglet and wolf a chance to deepen their kiss,
their tongues slathering back and forth to exchange and share their
intimate meal with one another. Thier lips and tongues were not the
only parts of them locked and their ravenous hunger could only be interrupted
by occasional gasps of pleasure from one or the other, a result of Vincent's
engorged cock thrusting deep and hard into Cutler's eagerly accepting
ass. Their bodies tensed and shook firmly within the throes of their
passion, Cutler's fingers clenched firmly around his cock to stroke
himself as his ass clenched firmly around Vincent's. Together they had
devoured nearly all of Ruderick's legmeat and now their lips met in
a deep kiss, tongues intertwining and sharing the meat between the two
as Vincent's cock spurted forth thick gobs of cum, warming and filling
young Cutler's tight ass as the little piglet squealed and jerked his
own cock and sprayed his own thick load of piglet cum onto Vincent's
chest. They panted and relaxed, utterly exhausted, just holding up as
best they could and taking light nibbles from the remains of roasted
It was Cutler who spoke first, though he struggled for several seconds
before doing so. He used his tongue to lick up any stray scraps of meat,
then swallowed and finally managed to mutter out, "D...delicious."
Vincent panted for a moment, then laughed a bit at the mess on his chest.
He nodded, "Indeed...I hope that you enjoyed more than just the
taste..." The wolf slurped up the last scraps of meat, then handed
the bone to Cutler.
Cutler gazed at the pork bone, amazed at how much he and Vincent had
gnawed upon it, amazed even more when he thought of Ruderick, and how
this bone used to be inside his older brother's leg. Now all of the
flesh that had covered the bone -- flesh that Cutler had stared at more
and more in the past month, wondering what it would be like to eat it
-- was in his and Vincent's bellies, digesting. He set the bone aside
and gazed up at his wolf lover, impressive even when so physically drained.
He smiled best he could through the haze in his head and nodded, "Y...yes...I've
had a wonderful time...I'm glad...that you've allowed me this time with
Vincent casually leaned over to Ruderick's body and carved out two thick
slices of meat. He handed one to Cutler and took a bite from his own
portion before speaking softly, "You say that as though you will
leave soon...is that what you wish?"
Cutler nibbled on the flesh of his brother before looking up meekly,
"O...oh, no, not at all...but..I thought that with Bobby and Ruderick
eaten...I was all that was left...and..."
Vincent gave a light chuckle and finished Cutler's statement, "You
thought that I would eat you next? Whatever gave you that idea?"
"W...well, you are a wolf..." Cutler blushed, "And you
do eat pigs..."
Vincent finished his slice of meat and took up his knife as though ready
to carve another portion from the cooked pigboy's body. Before doing
that, though, he responded to Cutler, "And you thought that after
you brought your brothers here to be eaten, I would want to eat you
afterwards? Whyever would you agree to such an offer if you thought
it would end that way?"
Cutler blushed even more brightly, shifting around nervously atop Vincent's
lap -- though the cock in his ass, even though not completely firm,
made things a little akward. His voice was soft, submissive, "Well...when
I first smelled the aroma of roast pork...I knew that I wanted to taste
-- to eat it...I knew that I wanted to see my brothers become it...and
that I wanted to taste them..." He looked away, the admission apparently
quite embarassing for him, "...and once I tasted Bobby, I knew
that it was all worth it, even though I would surely be roasted myself."
Vincent leaned over to carve out some more flesh from Ruderick's young
roasted body. As he worked he asked, "You mean that you find the
flesh of your brothers -- the roasted flesh of your own kind -- so delicious
that you believe that becoming a roast yourself is worth the cost?"
Cutler swallowed hard, finally realsing fully what he'd accepted --
and finding himself without any regret or second thoughts. He nodded
and quietly answered, "Yes...yes, sir."
Vincent returned, showing his young piglet friend and lover what had
been carved out from the elder piglet's flesh: Ruderick's roasted cock
and balls. The wolf smiled slyly and extended the knife out to very
lightly touch the blade to Cutler's belly, "Well...I'm sure that
I could make a lovely roast of you. If you'd cooperate it would help
me prepare you properly to make you into a truly fitting and delicious
Cutler gulped again and nodded, trembling as he felt the blade against
his skin and starting to wonder how he would appear roasted to a golden
brown. He looked toward Ruderick for a moment and noted how much his
brother's roasted body was still recognizable as a young piglet like
himself. His eyes closed and he gulped hard, his mind finally realising
exactly what was being asked of him -- and he nodded slowly, accepting
Vincent responded to Cutler's shudder with a firming of his cock, the
wolf squirming a bit at the new stimulation. He grinned broadly and
asked, "But aren't there other pigs out there? Could you not, perhaps,
lure them into my home as well? They may not be your family, but they
are still your kin in a way...and we could feast upon their flesh as
Cutler perked up in surprise at the proposition and beamed a very happy
smile to Vincent, "Y...yes, I could if it would please you!"
Vincent's grin turned into a warm smile, "I'm glad to hear it.
It would please me, much more so than roasting you would. I like you,
Cutler, and I'd miss your companiy should you leave for -- or by --
any reason. I feel blessed to have met you and I value your companionship
far more than I could your meat." He extended his arm, offering
Ruderick's genitals to his newfound lover.
Cutler's mind raced from the words, the piglet not expecting such hospitality
or companionship from the wolf -- he'd been fully prepared to become
a roast for the next time Vincent was hungry, and now he was a distinguished
guest and dinner partner. He looked down at the offered meat and barely
believed that he would be granted such a treat. He hesitated, then gratefully
accepted the pork genitalia. Licking his lips at the juicy meat, he
stared at the roasted cock and balls carved from Ruderick's body. He
remembered staying up at night often staring between his elder brother's
legs, imagining the delightful looking parts as they would be golden
brown and cooked, glistening with juices. He had imagined what it would
be like to watch Vincent eat them, in his dreams always left wondering
about their flavour, and yet here they were in his own hands to be eaten.
Cutler opened wide and thrust them in, then started chewing very slowly.
Without realising it the piglet moaned with pleasure as his teeth bit
into the shaft of Ruderick's cooked penis, the member very tender and
juicy, quite possibly the tastiest part of the body. If it was the tastiest
then Ruderick's testicles were second-in-line for the title: thick,
full and salty. Cutler spent some time chewing up the juicy morsels
of Ruderick's roasted genitals, savouring the incredible flavour of
every bite. By the time his chewing had sufficiently pulverized the
meat and his throat had swallowed down what remained of Ruderick's cock
and balls to be digested, Culter noticed that Vincent was watching him
with a very amused expression.
Vincent just smiled, not at all surprised, "It is the best part
of the pig; I should have told you, I guess." He offered Cutler
a bite of Ruderick's left arm, having severed it while Cutler was lost
in a trance.
The ever-hungry piglet nodded with a bright grin, "Thank you, sir."
and leaned forward for a bite from his brother's forearm.
Vincent growled lightly and playfully, "Now, don't go calling me
sir. You're not my servant, you're my lover and friend. I'm Vincent,
and you are Cutler...and this..." He leaned in for a bite and finished
the sentence as he chewed up some of Ruderick's flesh, "is delicious
Vincent's cock had grown hard once more from Cutler's movements and
the piglet had also become aroused again after the delightful flavour
experience from between Ruderick's legs. The hungry and horny wolf began
fucking up into the eager and happy pig's tight rear as they drew together
toward the arm in much the same kind of kiss that they had made with
Ruderick's leg earlier. They ate and played together happily, both knowing
that many such meals and couplings awaited them in the months to come.