“With the younger boys we sometimes fix their hands first,” Mollie explained as she spike slowly progressed to about an inch deep, “but I figured you could take it without trying to push me away?” Realising that his drive to want to impress a pretty girl was overriding and kind of self-preservation instincts, the very same situation which had got him there in the first place, Timothy managed to smile through the discomfort. Nobody would have been likely to judge him for thinking of the sensation he was currently experiencing as pain but he was all too aware that, when they got to the party, he would be impaled on a thick metal pole which would be forced through his body then roasted alive for as long as he lasted over blisteringly hot coals so it seemed prudent to reserve the stronger word for later!

It could, he told himself, be worse as the eyelash-like barbs squashed up against the main shaft of the skewer when pushed in that direction. They were there, he realised, to stop it from being pulled out again once it was in, meaning that his special sausage would likely not only be cut off but sliced open down the middle when it was served.

“Woah, easy there!” Mollie chuckled, feeling his boyhood twitch ominously in her hand. “Enjoying this more than you expected, huh?” Once again, Timothy gave her a rather sheepish smile. It was not so much the experience itself that he was enjoying, although having a pretty young woman firmly gripping his hard willy was far from the worst experience of his short life, but rather what it meant. There would be no going back. No backing out or reversing the process. He was meat now and in a few hours nothing would be left of him but bones and maybe a few leftovers in Tupperware boxes in Janice’s fridge. Would she bring some of his meat to work in her sandwiches on Monday, he wondered? If she, would she bring some for his mum too? Would she enjoy that? Perhaps they already had an arrangement in place so that his mum would get to enjoy some of the meat that she had formed inside her own body?

Although he understood that it was not as bad as it could be, having the metal spike pushed all the way down his urethra was definitely uncomfortable. He could feel his eyes watering and hoped that Mollie understood it was an involuntary reaction and that he was not actually crying. Even if he was going to die in a couple of hours, thanks in no small part, he assumed, to her actions, he did not want the very pretty red-head thinking of him as a silly little boy! To distract himself, he found himself wondering how often staff from this company ended up on the menu themselves, whether after volunteering after seeing how much the meat they processed seemed to enjoy the experience or to fill in for a last-minute shortage. He knew that young girls were the most popular kind of meat with it generally being agreed that the window of adolescence, from around the age of ten up to sixteen or seventeen, provided the best time-frame for harvesting, boys like him formed a joint second place with adult women, within certain limits of course, and despite being in her early twenties, with her slim figure, big boobs, thick thighs and curvy rump, Mollie definitely looked as if she would make a succulent roast!

“There we go!” she grinned at him when she was satisfied that she had pushed the skewer as deep as it would be able to go, with all the bristles now inside him. “Time for a quick test. You ready for this?” Without really knowing what he was agreeing to, Timothy nodded and Mollie hooked her finger under the hook which protruded from the end of his willy and gave a very gentle tug. The bristles bit in and he felt a wave of sensation unlike he had ever experienced before, pleasure and pain but mixed in such a way that the pain amplified the pleasure many times over rather than cancelling it out, without being possible to ignore on its own! The young teen gave an exclamation that was part way between a yelp of pain and a groan of sexual climax. This was apparently exactly what Mollie wanted and was expecting to hear because she gave a satisfied nod and declared her work done with a definite air of triumph!

“Ready for your belly-button piercing?” she asked with a grin. Still recovering from the overwhelming sensation he had just experienced and bracing himself for a second wave, Timothy nodded mutely, still supporting the hook with her finger, Mollie pinched the skin at the bottom of his navel and pulled it out a little. Then she gripped the hook for firmly, pulling it up sharply making the teen’s entire body feel as if every nerve-ending was on fire then forcing it through the skin pinched between her thumb and fore-finger. Timothy breathed in sharply but managed not to yelp. “Take some deep breaths,” she advised, “try to get used to it.” Timothy did as he was told, finding that each inhalation brought with it a fresh wave of that indescribable sensation but also that the longer it went on, the easier it seemed to be to cope with.

“Okay, hands behind your back, piggy!” she ordered cheekily, taking one of the metal cable-ties he had seen on the others from the box on the desk. He obediently did as he was told, crossing his wrists and instinctively curling his hands into loose fists. True to her promise, Mollie did not pull the tie too tight, just enough that it would not drop off even if he wriggled his hands around. “There we go!” She put her hands on her hips and looked at him appraisingly. “Ready to go! The others should have the van ready by now.”

It was only when she opened the door back out onto the corridor that the full reality of his situation struck Timothy. He was about to be led out, stark naked through the building just as the girl he saw on the way in had been, totally incapable of hiding his skewered willy or oyster pouch, utterly exposed and clearly identifiable as meat.


To be continued...