Tube Steaks... The Meat Goes On

A continuation or sequel, totally fictional, of a prior
story by "Enoch" called "Tube Steaks", and about what
happened after the son's "sacrifice" to his mother.
The first part or Part-One, is a general re-hash of the
original story (if you have not yet read it).  It is not my
intention to improve upon Enoch's story, but too just add
to it... his story is fine by itself.  The general theme of both our stories is apparent in the titles.

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Tube Steaks... The Meat Goes On, by Aethean:

Note: I was not the author of the first story in this archive 
called "Tube Steaks", by Enoch.  I hope he does not mind 
my "building" on his fine story, but I have waited patiently for a 
sequel and none has been submitted.

If Enoch wants to write his own part-2 he can do so of course.  If he 
had left an addy, I would have contacted him.

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Part-One of "Tube Steaks... The Meat Goes on", by Aethean 



          I have accepted my fate, what else could I do?  These 
women: My wife Sandra, my Mother Doris, daughter Brianna, and my 
divorced sister Clarise and her daughter Joan... really own me now.  
What I had done for my Mother was both necessary and irreversable... 
and had I do do it again, I would.  The result is I am now a eunuch 
slave and my life is committed to serving my Mistresses, as it really 
has always been as a boy growing up under the influence of
women. Their pleasures are my own and I live to provide for them as 
best that I can.  Even if they were not of my flesh and blood or once 
close to me as my wife, I would serve them.  I know that they love 
me, their love sustains me and gives me my purpose for living now 
that my manhood is no more.



        I still have sharp memories, dreams, -- awake and asleep that 
bring back that that ultimate moment of truth when I gazed down at my 
dying Mother and heard her wisper -- "You know what I need...".  Her 
voice even weak and gasping had been both the essence of pleading and 
also was as an order to me, her only son.  There was no other man, my 
Father had passed away years before, available and her female 
relatives could not provide what she needed.  The rest home she was 
scheduled to be taken to would not, and I knew could not, assuage her 
need and I knew of no subsitute for her addiction.   The fact that I 
had resisted and denied the other women, did not allow me to deny my 
Mother under the circumstances.   



         I did not know just why all my women and others apparently 
had become so dependent on what they called "tube steaks", a 
euphonius and apparently more acceptable
term for cocks.   Yes ladies and gentlemen, there is something in man-
meat that supplies special factors or
nutrients that invigorate the female body... even seems to 
reverse aging for them.  The problem is that once "hooked" on tube 
steaks from men, women become addicted and need a steady supply of 
them in their diets.  When I had investigated the source from 
the "sex shop" that was the supply for my ladies... and escaped from 
the incredibly
sexy woman running it, to blow the whistle and have the
authorities shut it down... I had also stopped my women from easily 
obtaining the tube steaks they needed.



         Watching the women I loved literally starving and wasting 
away and having each one of them constantly trying
to convince and seduce me to give myself, the part of me they wanted 
up... had been hard (in more ways than one, I admit).  Individually 
and collectively they
tried to promise me the ultimate in orgasms... the last and best.  It 
was easier when they became emaciated, as their skinny bodies offered 
no erotic attraction to what their
propositions offered.  Even for a long time I had resisted by own 
Mother's need, and her threatenings or displeasure at at my 
intransigent refusal to part with my manhood.



         Actually the bizzare situation produced both feelings of 
anxiety, fear and yet had awakened some dark and deep inner fantasies 
of mine... that had been inside my
mind since early childhood.  I was emotionally torn between disgust 
and fear, but also strangely aroused by the idea of
women wanting that part of me... even in their stomachs.

I did frequently get very obvious erections in their presense, that I 
could not always hide or conceal from them.   That of course only 
inflamed their hunger and 
made them very aggressive and even threatening to me.
The women's intentions, along with my frightening experience in that 
sex shop with the sexy woman there, really got me to associating my 
big cock with being
what they said it was... and with what they wanted.
When I had some very rare privacy, I would stare at my
cock and try to see it as the women did.



        That final decision to save my Mother was not without fear 
and human resistance... In a sense the meat was willing but my spirit 
was weak.  From the way my cock
was then solidly erect and jerking it seemed to both sense her need 
and was willing even if I was resisting.
But almost as if in a dream I undressed and stood beside
her bed, as naked as she had brought me into the world.
The look in her eyes and the pursing of her lips was like
a strange magnet that drew me to her.  I removed the strong
lace from one of my walking shoes and wrapped it tight and pulled it 
around the root of my manhood tying it off.



         It had been an incredible experience, intense pain and 
pleasure all mixed together... slower than I had expected, as she 
took what she needed from me. The explosion of ejaculation and the 
sudden alligator clamping of her teeth had made me almost blackout as 
I screamed with the level of pleasure-pain she had brought me to.  
The emotional state I was in seemed to allow what would have been 
otherwise unbearable and my mind reeled as I caressed my poor 
Mother's head and my legs trembled.  The testicles had been the last 
and the hardest to lose... like two strong kicks in my groin.  It 
literally was the best and the last orgasm of my life... and a memory 
to sustain me.



         That was a long time ago now, but still vivid in my mind. I 
feel the loss yet accept that it was necessary and a proper gift to a 
Mother by her son.  My Mother's training as a nurse had helped me 
heal properly, with no real complications other than a lot of pain.   
I can still, at times, feel a "phantom" sensation down there... where 
all is now smooth now.   I just wish I had a phantom hand
that I could touch myself with!  I still have my tongue and find 
pleasure vicariously in pleasing my ladies with it.



Part-Two -- "Tube Steaks... The Meat Goes On", by Aethean

 

          The situation in our mansion, with my rejuvenated and now 
youthful Mother and my lady relatives had become at first risky as 
they had invited other women and girls to 
come and "party".  The invited guests were wined and dined
and entertained in myriad ways... and they paid well for
such indulgences and for the special tube steaks they
needed to stay young and healthy.  It was risky in that the
authorities, local and state, posed a danger to the
operation... Not to mention the fundamentalists and 
other kooks who thought it to be satanic and immoral.

The key to my Mistresses' salvation was that the women
did pay so well... and money can assuage the right people
and they will either look the other way, put on blinders, or in some 
cases lady legislators and judges, cops etc.
dropped in for personal visits.  There is even one older woman... a 
judge Judi, who really likes 
tube steaks and drops in often!  One gal named Monica, who is well 
known, actually pigs out on tube steaks and needed to seek a 
professional weight loss clinic to get off the
extra weight... she became a spokesperson for the clinic
acutally!   She loves to eat tube steaks under a desk... a weird 
quirk she has.



          Once the right people had been paid off and kept being 
compensated, it was really clear sailing for my ladie's club.  They 
even called it "The Club Maneater's".
We even have regular sponsored Club Maneaters Holiday 
cruises, to interesting ports of call where ladies can
shop and "cruise" for local young studs to satisfy 
them in all ways.  A full supply of men for meat "on the hoof" and 
also fresh frozen cocks was always on board the
ship -- but on occasion a woman would get a local stud drunk and or 
seduce him to visit her stateroom -- and well... sometimes he 
actually kept his balls, but had no way to further use them... or 
versa visa.



         The only real problem with the male supply for tube steaks, 
either at the Mansion or for the cruises, was when the number of 
volunteers petered out (yes, a pun!). A surprising number of men, 
straight, gay or bi... actually
have castration fantasies (go figure?), and once word-of-mouth (pun) 
got out on the internet our Club got
a more or less steady supply of "volunteers for donation" -- but the 
demand often exceeded the supply.  Since I have a modicum of writing 
skills, my ladies have me post "suggestive" stories on the web... especially in a place called the "Eunuch Archive", that awakens the desire in some susceptible men to... sign up.  Not only do we get some men to drop in that way, but even some ladies have
their own fantasies aroused... and some really do have the
desire to taste this special meat -- later to become
addicted (or a-dick-ted) just as the other ladies have become. Some 
ladies, the really carniverous ones, have even helped me write some 
of the stories... so they appealed to both men and women.



         Some of our female customers have a taste and liking for cum 
also... either in their stomachs or as a facial skin treatment.   So 
we keep some of the volunteers or non-volunteer males who are good 
producers around for varying times to milk for this additional treat.
Some men do not want to have it "go all the way" and just
donate or sell their cum to us.  Of course all are 
checked to be healthy and free of health problems.

If a man wants to just "do" himself we pay 50 credits a shot, or if 
he wants a young lady to do a hand job for him we offer 10 credits... 
if he wants a blow job we don't pay him anything... just some nice 
coffee and a donut afterwards (We are a non-smoking establishment).  
I always enjoy going by the BJ part of the club, and seeing those 
cute young women on their knees in front of naked "cummers" and too 
listen to the soft wet sounds of the little mouths and the groans of 
the naked men.  Occasionaly a girl will
"accidentally" swallow our profits... but we understand and never 
disipline her.  My own Mother likes to just pop in
and kneel down for a "snack" once in awhile... as do my
other female Mistresses.



          My Mother recovered very fast as did my other female 
relatives once their needed supply of tube steaks was available 
again.  At least now it was not necessary to lure or seduce men off 
the street anymore, and that practice had seemed rather brutal and 
shocking to me. Even if my ladies seemed to rather enjoy doing it!



         Not all women, or men really approved the the Club's purpose 
and activities.   Fundamentalist religious cults and male rights 
fantatics did everything possible to close the Club down, including 
picketing our Mansion and facilites.  But a large number of women, 
both young and old, had become addicted to dicks and a readily 
available supply of cum... and the proper official's palms had been
greased with cash, so there was not problem.

Even one multi-media religious group, after receiving large 
contributions and donations, started saying that 
emasculation was pleasing to god and that St. Paul had
even recommended it: "Enuchs for Christ... hallelujah!"



         The activites of the Club, besides the regular cruises, 
consists of general retreat and health care plans and also had many 
exciting games and social activites for our lady members.  Some of 
the most popular consisted of various ways to harvest and cook tube 
steaks and eggs.

There was for instance a Las Vegas night game where young men could 
win and have the services of the ladies all night or lose and "give 
it up", meaning their meat for the ladies
culinary delights.  Actually the systems of gambling had been 
cleverly designed to make most of the males losers, with a few male 
schills winning to not make this obvious.  Besides some women like 
having a cock in their vaginas and in their mouths to eat at the same 
time... turns them on.



          The men who lost where allowed to choose among a variety of 
ways and devices for the winner to remove her prize. The most popular 
for men was the small but very quick guillotine designed to be a 
minimum of pain and the blade could be released precisely when they 
were cumming... sort of cum and go.  Some men and most women liked a 
pruning shear type of cutter, ot simply a strong pair of sizzors.  We 
also had well designed and built electric roasters that could be used 
on attached tube steaks or on harvested ones.  Most women would turn 
the current up slowly and in incremental steps, so that initially the 
men found cooking rather stimulating and pleasurable... Later when 
the current really got cooking the nerves would be destroyed quickly 
and it would be over in a short time.  Once a man had "lost" and 
chosen his fate, he would be restrained and it would happen 
regardless of any change of his mind.
Actually I think some of our ladies really like the men to 
beg and cry to be spared, and get off seeing it.



         Some very brave guys will submit to letting the woman enjoy 
their meat directly with the teeth.   And some women really like to 
have it that way... either fast or slow as they individually 
prefer.   I know from first hand experience that that is an extremely 
intense but bearable thing for a man who is psychologically prepared 
and ready for it.  Some of the women who post in the Eunuch Archive, 
that I mentioned before, enjoy doing it this way in fantasies... and 
now they can in reality.  Just ask Wendy!



         My Mistresses have started a side business, to supply male-
meat commercially to restaurants or for general sales in super 
markets.  Of course it is a very expensive
culinary item, but even women on tight budgets have it 
available... and do indulge.  Not all females seem genetically 
programmed to become addicted, so occasional
gourmet meals of this rare and special meat are not
a problem.



          Recent breakthroughs in the medical field have found that 
adding special genes to fetuses produces males with semen that has 
special drugs in it.   This eliminates all the potential allergy and 
dangerous scrappie type of
diseases that using animals can have.  In a few years, when such boys 
grow up, they will be very much in demand
and my Mother plans a pharmceutical supply business also.
What a way for young men to make a living!



         While I am perfectly happy in my new life and more than 
willing to serve my ladies -- still I remember what it was like to 
be "fully intact" and a real man.  I can, of course , derive 
vicarious satisfaction and excitement by 
observation of the donor males.  I do envy them their
short but intense experiences.  



         Despite how busy we now are, there is always room for one 
more... just leave a message in the author's forum
and describe what you have to offer.  And, ladies you
are what our club is about!  Don't be shy, just bring
credits and your fantasies along.  Wendy you have earned a
free one year's membership!



        Well I have to run, as a new bus load of men has arrived and 
we have a lot of eager ladies waiting...



"Ladies, please control yourselves!"



"Welcome gentlemen!... just relax and make yourselves at home -- IT 
won't be long now"!



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Any comments pro or con are welcomed and just please put
them in the EA writers forum.  Please remember that this is only 
fantasy, not-real, and not intended to promote or
suggest any such activity in real life -- besides it would be illegal 
I am certain.  The story has redeeming social
values in that it describes self-sacrifice and the general
idea of successful entreprenurial business potentials among other 
things.

Thanks -- ~A~

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Thank you -- ~A~