My Special Birthday Dinner

By Carol

My X rated adult bookstore and video parlor, (see Dinner Is Served), has been providing me with sufficient men to satisfy my unique appetite for fresh man meat, but since it is my birthday, I need a special treat. My bookstore caters to straight men. They taste good, but for a real great taste there is nothing like a gay man. For some reason, unknown to me, gay cock and balls are sweeter, and there is usually more delicious meat then straight men can provide.

Summoning my sissy slave, after giving him his daily ball kick, I had him prepare himself for the task of securing my special birthday dinner. I had him dress in a padded bra, tight sweater, micro mini skirt, thigh high fishnets, and skyscraper stiletto heel pumps, no panties. Makeup was applied. A wig was added, and he was ready. Then armed with a hypo syringe of knock out drops, I went with him in my limousine, driven by my slave girl, to the area of the city known as the meat market where gay men pick up dates. His instructions were to find me a well hung gay man, preferably a young one, and bring him to me. The fact that he might have to suck some cocks, and take some in his ass was of little concern to me. He is my devoted slave, so no matter how much he dislikes it, he claims to be straight. However as far as I am concerned he is what I say he is, and will do and endure whatever is necessary to provide for my wants and needs.

Arriving at the meat market, I had the car backed into an alley. My sissy got out and went to the front of the alley. He played the part of a gay hooker, lifting the hem of his skirt to flash his cock and balls, bending over to flash his ass. Licking his lips when gay men passed him. I even had him charge ten dollars for a blow job, and twenty to fuck his ass. I could always use some extra money. He gave twenty blow jobs and was ass fucked six times when I saw what I wanted. I gave the hypo to my slave girl. She slipped out of the car snuck over to them and used the hypo. As soon as my dinner went limp they dragged him to the car, and put him in the trunk. On the way back to my home I counted my money, and rewarded my sissy by grabbing his balls, squeezing, and twisting them till tears mixed with mascara were running down his face. Then I gave him what I call a slave kiss. I kissed the palm of my hand leaving a lipstick imprint on it. Then I slapped his face hard transferring the imprint of my lips to his cheek.

He woke to find himself naked and hanging in my soundproofed room by his wrists, his legs spread wide by a spreader bar. He asked why he was there, I told him because I am hungry. I could have taken my food while he was drugged, but then I would not have the pleasure of hearing the sweet music of his screams while I play with, and tenderize my meat. I had already decided how my special birthday meal would be served to me. It would be cooked. My slave girl was already heating up a hibachi, and preparing the extra ingredients for my meal, as well as heating up a branding iron. I went to my dinner and felt the size of his huge balls. His thick cock still flaccid looked like it would measure at least six inches. I could only imagine how huge it would be when hard. With a straight man all it takes is the touch of a woman to get him hard. This man was gay, the touch of a woman does little to excite him, so another means would have to be used. My sissy would have to get my dinner hard and keep it that way all through the my meat tenderizing process.

My sissy, now naked, I only permit him to wear clothing when it is necessary to meet my needs, was ordered to get my dinner hard. He stroked my dinner hard then held the cock up out of the way while I tenderized the balls. I used my special cock and ball tenderizer. It is two inch and a half leather strips sewn together over an inch wide length of spring steel. With one hand I held his balls, and with the other I swung my tenderizer. With the first stroke he screamed. With each additional strokes he screamed louder. It did not matter how loud he screamed it was sweet music to my ears. Besides in my soundproofed room no one outside could hear him. With his ball sack nicely welted, and a pretty shade of purple, it was time to start on his cock. What was a six inch flaccid cock before was now over nine inches of hard throbbing delicious man meat.

It was time to tenderize his cock. With the first stroke of my tenderizer his cock started to shrink. On my orders my sissy began to suck him off. This caused his cock to grow again. Each time my sissy pulled out, my tenderizer struck. Some blows from the top, others directed at the bottom of his cock. He was alternately moaning in pleasure, and screaming in pain. My meat being sufficiently tenderized, I ordered my sissy to stop. Taking a thin steel tube I inserted it in his pee hole like a catheter. Then using a knife I cut off ten equal size rounds of cock sliding them off the steel catheter. I cut the cock all the way back to the base. Putting the pieces on a tray, I turned my attention to his balls. Opening a slit in his ball sack, I squeezed out one ball. Then I sliced it in half from bottom to top, finally cutting it free, and placing it on the tray. Next I did the same to the other ball. Then I took the hot iron from my slave girl, and cauterized his wounds. During the tenderizing, and harvesting of my dinner he feinted a couple of times. Since I wanted him fully awake, and aware of what was going on I keep a supply of ammonia ampoules in the room. Each time he passed out I broke one under his nose to revive him.

I gave the tray to my sissy, and watched as he skewered the meat putting half a ball, five cock rounds, then another half ball on each skewer. I made sure that the donor of my dinner was able to watch as my meal was cooked on the hibachi, and as I ate my delicious cock and ball kabobs on a bed of saffron rice. Tenderizing, and eating man meat always makes me so horny. Now that I had enjoyed my delicious dinner, I called over my slave girl I had her between my legs satisfying my other hunger. All my appetites sated for the moment, I gave my dinner donor a shot to put him to sleep, and had him returned to the alley where he was found.