Out in the corridor, a pair of giggling girls of maybe twelve years old were being led in the other direction, different enough in appearance that Timothy guessed they were friends rather than sisters. Pausing their conversation as they passed, they looking the naked meat-boy up and down and seemed to like what they saw, giggling some more. Timothy felt his cheeks getting hot but also felt a little proud as they clearly liked what they saw! Emerging back into the waiting room, he saw that it was nowhere near as empty as it had been when he arrived. Waiting their turn with varying degrees of patience were a boy on his own who Timothy estimated to be a year or two older than himself, a brother and sister of around seven or eight who were sitting either side of their mum and three pre-teen or very young teen girls who had either arrived as friends or had formed a situational bond and were sat happily chattering together while they waited to be called.

Looking up as they passed, the receptionist smiled and gave him a quick look up and down with eye-movements that were not as discrete as she probably intended then wished him happy cooking. The younger children looked unashamedly at his naked and spit-ready body, immediately launching into questions for their mum about whether the boy’s willy would be made ready the same way and what would happen to the girl since she didn’t have one. The older boy made eye-contact and gave him a friendly half-smile of solidarity before glancing down at his skewered boyhood and giving a theatrical wince to which Timothy replied with a tilt of his head and a nonchalant shrug as if to say that it was all part of the teal. The trio of girls his own age stopped their conversation briefly to check him out, one of them even wolf-whistling appreciatively as Mollie held the door open for him and he stepped outside.

Although it was set to be a warm day, it was still quite early in the morning and the cool breeze caught him off guard, especially after the almost stuffy warmth of the building. Across the car park, in amongst the regular cars belonging to employees or visitors, there were a number of which vans with windows and the company’s logo on the side. One had the back doors open and two young men were loading equipment onto it. They stopped and waved when they saw Mollie and Timothy.

“This is us!” Mollie smiled, guiding him across the car-park, the loose bits of gravel on the tarmac digging into his bare feet. “This is the rest of the team for today. This is Doug and Cole.” She introduced the young men. “For some reason we never have any trouble finding guys to work Sidney parties, can’t imagine why!” she teased, making the young men look a little sheepish. “Guys, this is our meat today, Timothy! Unable to wave, Timothy gave a smile and a little up-nod of greeting. “Actually, do you go by Timothy or do you prefer Tim?”

“Tim, Timothy, Timbo… I’m pretty easy!” Timothy grinned. “My Grandpa used to say I don’t care what you call me as long as you call me for dinner!”

“Well I don’t think there’s any need to worry about that today!” Mollie chuckled. “You boys need a hand or are you all set?”

“I think we’re about done.” Cole confirm with an affable smile.

“Okay then Timbo!” Mollie gave him a playful but surprisingly hard slap on the backside. “Let’s get on board!” She led him to the side of the van and opened the sliding door revealing two sets of seats, four in total, meaning that with the three seats up from, the van could carry seven people, including the driver. “After you!” she smiled, holding his elbow to steady him since he could not hold onto anything as he stepped up into the van. “Take the window seat, I’ll get you strapped in.”

As he tried to get as comfy as he could with a barbed spike through his chemically-engorged penis and his hands fixed behind his back, Mollie leaned over him and pulled the strap of the seat-belt down, slipping it through his arm before clicking it into place. It felt a little silly, Timothy reflected, to be taking safety precautions for a journey that he was going to be killed at the end of but he supposed that having him strapped down in case of an accident was just as much for the safety of the other people on the van as it was his own, the same reason that the cooking equipment was all firmly secured with sturdy straps. Besides, he was food being delivered to a party so it was important that he arrive in good condition!

Along the way they made small-talk, Timothy finding that sitting down and therefore shortening the distance between the tip of his erect boyhood and his belly-button was providing some relief from the sensation that was so overwhelming that it made it difficult to think, although having his hands behind his back was starting to prove very uncomfortable. He supposed, however, that aching arms would be the least of his worries once they arrived at the party and he was put on the spit then over the coals. The drive was relatively short and although he had never seen Janice and Megan’s house before, he knew they must be close when he recognised his mum’s car parked in the street. Although she had been paid for his meat, and quite handsomely too, she had still been very touched when her friend had invited her to the party and Timothy was honestly very pleased that his mum would get to enjoy a taste of him, even if his most desirable parts would no doubt be reserved for Megan and her friends, which was only right.

“Here we are!” Mollie smiled as Doug pulled the van into the clear driveway, the pink and silver balloons tied to the post at the entrance making it clear that they were in the right place. As they parked up and the men got out, the front door opened and a middle-aged man in nice jeans and a smart but open-necked shirt came out to greet them. As he signed forms and pointed out the best way to get the equipment into the garden by using the side passage, Mollie unbuckled Timothy from his seatbelt, opened the side door of the van then helped him out. “So, Timbo!” she grinned. “Ready to go greet your public?”


To be continued...