“So what do you think?” Mollie gave the meat-boy and, to a lesser extent, the party guests a playful twirl. “Does that outfit suit me?” Timothy nodded mutely. The young caterer’s body was nothing short of spectacular – fully grown and developed but with not yet suffering any of the effects of age. “Maybe I should sign up to ride the spit myself while I still look my best?” she winked. “Of course,” she cupped and lifted her own full, firm, round breasts like melons, “these would need to be skewered to keep them in place. You’ve been warned about that, right?” She asked Megan who, despite being shorter and at least five years younger than herself was almost as well-endowed in the chest.

“Oh yeah!” the teen giggled, giving her own juicy melons a squeeze. “When they showed the video of that girl’s breaking off when he skin turned crispy, that was enough to convince me!”

“Yeah…” Mollie looked off into the distance for a few moments. “That was a lesson learned the hard way. But anyway!” She grinned, bringing her attention back to the job at hand. “We don’t need to worry about that with today’s meat! Come on Timbo,” she patted him on the shoulder, “let’s get that spit up your butt! The girls are getting hungry!” Chuckling and blushing just a little, Timothy allowed himself to be led over to the patio where the spit was now fully set up, the bed of coals beneath it burning down and nearly ready to cook over with the folding spitting bench set up just in front. Unsurprisingly, all the guests along with the host’s parents followed to watch. Timothy knew that Megan would be roasting in the same place using most of the same equipment in a matter of days but he couldn’t help wondering how many of the other girls were not planning on seeing next Summer either and how many of those who had not yet made up their mind would find themselves swayed by the demonstration they were about to watch?

“Okay,” Mollie smiled, patting the waiting spitting bench, “let’s get you strapped down then the boys can do their thing. Get as comfy as you can,” she instructed, “on your belly with your chin in the cup. I’ll see if…” She looked over at her coworkers, noticed the way they appeared to be staring at her naked body and rolled her eyes. “Honestly,” she shook her head, “anyone would think you two had never seen boobs before. I know they’re fun and all…” She bounced on the spot teasingly, making her big, firm breasts jiggle. Many of the party-goers did likewise, giggling at the young men’s discomfort. “But we’ve got a job to do! Sorry about them.” She patted Timothy’s shoulder. “Didn’t mean to steal your thunder! You’ll be centre of attention again soon enough. Here,” she smiled kindly, understanding that everything was far less straight-forward for someone with their hands tied behind their back, “let me help you.”

Carefully, as caring as any parents, she helped him kneel on the bench, supporting his weight as he lowered his chin until it rested in the cup. She then put a hand under his belly and on on his hip to gently guide him as he straightened his legs until he lay flat on the padded bench, his impaled sausage somewhat crushed under his own weight and the hook digging in uncomfortably. Due mostly to the way they were dressed, none of the girls had their phones with them but Megan’s dad had a camera out and was filming the whole process.

“Part your legs for me,” Mollie instructed, “and put your feet in the stirrups.” She guided each of his feet in turn until they rested on angled metal plates that he would be able to push against if he needed to then fixed thick leather straps around his ankles. Another strap went across the back of his neck. Laying strapped down and utterly helpless on the bench and feeling more aroused than he had ever been in his life up to that point, Timothy expected to see one of the young men reach for the spit but instead Doug picked up a shorter, T-shaped piece of equipment consisting of a central pole and a cross-beam at the top with U-shaped metal cups at either end, about an inch and a half wide, which seemed to be on slightly adjustable rods protruding from the primary pole.

With all the girls watching, Megan paying especially close attention since she anticipated receiving the same treatment very soon, Doug lifted Timothy’s bound hands and slipped the central pole underneath them so that it rested in the cleft between his firm buttocks and the cross-beam was level with his bent elbows. Timothy felt a tugging on his arms as the cupped sections were put around his biceps and extended out until his bend arms felt rigid behind him. He also winced in discomfort as the metal band around his wrists was pulled tight, digging into his skin and making his fingers tingle.

“There’s a few different ways to do that.” Mollie explained conversationally. “It’s easier with girls as they have a handy second spit-hole you can shove a stabiliser up, but you boys only have the one. This method is generally considered more humane that the horizontal skewers and is handily unisex so we’ve adopted it for everyone. That means you, too!” She looked over to Megan and smiled. “And any others of you we get hired to cook, of course!” she added with a grin. Timothy did not think what had been done to his willy was especially humane but he knew it was what he had signed up for, the price of being delicious, so he really had no grounds to complain.

Now Timothy saw Cole take up the spit and pull the metal cap off the end, testing the sharpness of the tip with his thumb and seeming satisfied by what he found.

“Not gonna lie,” Mollie crouched down and spoke conspiratorially to the restrained meat-boy, “this bit’s gonna hurt but Cole’s pretty good. He’ll make it quick!”

“Okay.” Timothy managed to smile, finding it a little hard to speak with his chin pressed into the cup and the strap across his neck. “Do what you gotta do to get dinner ready for the girls!”

“That’s the spirit!” Mollie gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek and pat on the backside before standing back up and stepping back to give her colleague room to work. Timothy braced himself and felt the sharp tip of the spit force its way between his cheeks and into his tight anus. Once or twice, especially since hitting puberty, he had pondered what it might feel like to get fucked in the ass and how he was going to get a pretty good idea!

Not as stretchy or self-lubricating as a girl’s primary spit-hole, his rectum nevertheless accepted the steel intruder. Timothy felt his skin stretch beyond tolerance and begin to split but the bleeding that caused made the spit’s journey easier as it forced its way inside him. He felt a burning sensation, first in his bowels then in his belly and wanted to cry out from the pain but to do so in front of the girls, not to mention Mollie, would be embarrassing, especially since he was well aware that he was being filmed and that the footage would likely be shared around the attendees and their friends and watched over and over so he gritted his teeth and remained stoic, although he could not keep his eyes from involuntarily watering. Finally, he felt the pole’s sharp tip pressing against the back of his throat. He coughed, seeing flecks of blood fly out of his mouth as he did so, then the spit forced its way into his mouth and out between his teeth, scraping against them as it completed its journey.

“A textbook spitting!” Mollie congratulated Timothy, patting his rump again. “You took it like a champ! Now, let’s get the rest sorted out.” There was some tugging and metallic scraping as the t-shaped arm brace was clamped onto the spit with thumb-keys then Timothy felt his feet unstrapped and lifted it before being secured into very tight cuffs to hold his legs against the spit. With Doug in front and Cole behind, the strap around his neck was undone and he was lifted on his spit and carried over to the roasting pit where he was placed carefully over the coals. The cap was put back onto the front of the spit about eight or nine inches beyond the rest it sat in and the back end by Timothy’s feet was locked into the electrical mechanism that would cause it to turn once switched on. Mollie then picked up a large jar of barbecue honey glaze and invited to girls to take it in turns to baste the meat, starting with Megan of course and reminding her rather gleefully that the same fate awaited her very soon.


To be continued...