Tage - Cannibal/consensual/semi-con/teen/boy/dolcett/snuff

Boy Barbecue
By
Edward Hyde
“Have you heard of a Sidney party?”

The question had seemed innocent enough, asked of Timothy by his mum over dinner on an otherwise unremarkable evening about two weeks earlier.

“Yeah,” he had replied without thinking about it too much, “it’s a party for a girl who’s going to cook soon where she gets together with her friends and everyone dresses up like Sidney and they play dumb games and have some fun.”

“Ah, right!” His mum had nodded thoughtfully. “That makes sense! Janice at work was telling me about trying to organise a Sidney party for her Megan and I know they’re planning on cooking her for their wedding anniversary in a few weeks.”

“Oh yeah?” Timothy had been a little intrigued. If he remembered correctly from his mum’s company picnic in the Summer, Megan was a very pretty blonde girl of fourteen or fifteen, not especially tall but with a great rump, thick thighs and big, round tits for her age, all her assets very well displayed in the denim shorts and bikini top she had been wearing on that very warm day. “She’ll be quite the treat! Hope they’re doing her on the spit?”

“I’m not sure.” his mum had chuckled. “I didn’t like to ask.”

“So when’s her Sidney party?” he had asked, more as a way to continue the conversation giving him more time to think about the hot teen naked and slowly turning on a spit, drops of oil and sweat forming on her nipples then sizzling as they dripped down onto the glowing coals below than out of any genuine curiosity.

“Not this Saturday but the one after.” his mum had told him. “Apparently there’s going to be fifteen girls coming! Luckily they’ve got that big garden and the pool.”

“They should serve roast boy!” he had quipped. “Make it fair!” His mum had chuckled at this and the conversation had moved on to how things were going at school and with the swim team, normal weekday-evening small-talk, as they had continued with their dinner. It had been an hour later, when Timothy had been back in his room playing computer games, when his mum had come in and sat on his bed like she often did to chat and dropped this particular bombshell.

“I let Janice know about your offer,” she informed him cheerily, as if letting him know that she had booked a table at his favourite restaurant or that she’d managed to get cinema tickets for a movie she knew he was really looking forward to, “and she was delighted! She said that would be awesome and that Megan is very excited too! You’re a good lad!” She had smiled at him so proudly that Timothy had felt instantly guilty for not understanding what she was talking about.

“My offer?” he had paused his game and swivelled his chair around to face her properly. “What do you mean?”

“To roast at Megan’s Sidney party!” his mum had frowned a little, apparently confused by his lack of understanding.

“Wait!” Timothy had exclaimed. “I didn’t mean…”

“You said they should serve roast boy,” she had reminded him, “to make things fair?”

“Yeah but I wasn’t actually… What did you say to her?” he had asked, his mind and heart racing which his thoughts jumbled up in confusion, the shock and bewilderment mixed with an unexpectedly high dose of excitement.

“I said that you were offering to be roasted at her party,” his mum had explained in a slow, patient voice as if she really could not understand what was so hard to grasp about what she was saying, “and she said that would be lovely, then she went and told her daughter who was really happy with the idea so, as far as I was concerned, it was all settled! There isn’t a problem here, is there?”

A problem? Timothy wanted to exclaim. Was there a problem with his mum offering him as party food to some random woman in his office, based on some light-hearted comment he had made that wasn’t even a proper joke, just something to say to fulfil his conversational obligation. He wanted to ask what on earth she had been thinking and how she could possibly be serious but as he tried to think of a suitable reply that would not get him grounded until he was forty, the thirteen year old became aware of something else – the erection currently tenting the front of his school uniform trousers that he had not noticed before! It was clear that his mind and his body were not exactly on the same page when it came to the idea of being roasted!

“No problem as such…” He had found himself saying, almost as surprised at the words coming out of his mouth at he had been at the tent in his underpants. “It’s just… Megan really liked the idea?”

“Apparently, yes!” his mum had smiled, apparently relieved to see him coming around. “Janice asked if we can send a couple of pictures she can show her friends. You know,” she had grinned a little cheekily, “of the menu?” It was at that point Timothy had known that he was about to make a choice. He could refuse, explain it had been a misunderstanding, leaving his mum to explain to a disappointed girl, embarrassing herself in front of her co-worker. Or he could undress and let her take the requested pictures and in doing so, he knew, commit himself to going through with it.

Was it really such a bad idea? He had wondered. Plenty of boys his age, including quite a few that he had known, volunteered at MAXX, the boy-meat restaurant owned by the same parent company as La Fille, Jessie T’s and, of course, Sidney’s itself, the original and still best known cannibal restaurant. There were butcher’s shops too that sold Boy and Girl, some exclusively, others alongside more old-fashioned meats like chicken, beef or pork. Wasn’t getting to be centre of attention at a special party for a bunch of girls better than ending up as some anonymous cut of meat in a stranger’s shopping basket, or being just one of dozens cooked every day at a busy eatery where nobody really cared who the boys that were cooked had been, as long as the meat kept coming?

The next thought through Timothy’s mind had been that he seemed to be thinking of being cooked in terms of when, where and how but not if, as if he had already made up his mind that it would be happening one way or another but had not quite settled on it being for this party. The more he thought about it, the harder and more uncomfortable his throbbing erection got. Megan, he knew, was a very attractive young girl, a year or two older than himself, and knowing how girls dressed at Sidney parties, the thought of getting to see her naked was almost enough to make up his mind for him. Then he remembered what his mum had said about there being fifteen girls in attendance, all, he assumed, around the same age as the guest of honour and all just as naked!

“Where do you want me?” he had found himself asking, to his mum’s apparent relief, already standing up and starting to unbutton his school shirt. He would get to be, he was pretty sure, the only boy in a garden filled with naked teen beauties. An opportunity many of his friends would likely describe as “to die for”, something he would literally be doing. They would watch as he was oiled up, naked and proud, then impaled on a long, thick spit and slow-roasted over a bed of charcoal. He would then be served up for them, his body carved and likely handed out in burger buns or wrapped in flat-breads with salad and relish. Megan, he had no doubt, would be given his special sausage but what about his oysters? Would she take those too of give them to two of her best friends? As he undressed, he had imagined standing chatting with the girls while the spit was prepared behind him, hearing them discuss who was going to get what and which parts of him they were most looking forward to.

“Over by the door, I think.” his mum had suggested, taking out her phone as he draped his shirt over the back of his gaming chair and began to unzip his trousers. As he dropped them, leaving him in only his underwear, it had suddenly struck him that he was about to get naked in front of his mum, something he had not done in four or five years, and for a moment he had hesitated but then, as he remembered the reason they were taking the photographs in the first place, he realised how silly it was to be shy when he was going to be naked in front of a garden full of girls, not to mention the adults who were there to help and anyone else who might be there. He would not be able to cover up in any way while he was on the spit so what was the point of modesty any more?

Despite his slight embarrassment, pulling down his underpants had brought with it a sense of relief as his hard sausage was finally able to stand free, not straining against the elasticated fabric.

“My my!” his mum had chuckled as he took up position in front of his bedroom door, in front of a Minecraft poster. “Not such a little boy any more, are you?” Timothy felt his cheeks getting hot but he had grinned and asked how she thought he should pose. “Just face on,” she had suggested, “try to relax, the parts of you that can relax right now of course!” she had teased rather pointedly. “We’ll have to find you some good hair-removal cream.” she had observed conversationally as she snapped pictures on her phone, referring to the soft but dark hair above Timothy’s genitals and, to a lesser extent, what was attempting to grow under his arms. Happy with the pictures she had got from the front, Timothy’s mum had asked him to turn around so she could capture a back view, especially, as she explained later, his rump – generally considered the tastiest part of any roasted child or teen!


To be continued...