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roastpigboy · 5 years ago

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Super hot story. Hope I can find the rest!

I didn't write this, it's part of a story I found online. I've never got over how awesome the experience in the kitchen sounds though. I'mm just not sure who's role I'd like to be in, spectator, chef, or the guy who gets the apple 🤩.. ok ok, so I'd probably chose the apple...

Enjoy...

Mr Trenton was struggling up the stairs with his bags of shopping when he was passed by Joey from his neighbouring apartment.

"Hey Mr Trenton, you need a hand with that lot?" the boy asked.

"Thanks Joey - can you take these." He handed over two full bags and then rearranged the rest. Between them they made it up the next two flights of stairs to their landing.

"I'll open up Mr Trenton," offered Joey. He took the keys from the man's coat pocket and opened the door. They entered and settled all the bags on the kitchen counter.

"Can I offer you a soda Joey?"

"Sure, thanks," the boy grinned. He was a rather sleepy-eyed nineteen year old but Trenton admired the young man's slim attractive body which he glanced at out of the corner of his eye while he opened the fridge.

Joey may have looked a bit dumb, an appearance no doubt reinforced by his blond hair and thick eyelashes, but he was quick-witted enough to know that the guy was checking him out. He was flattered really - after all he had many admirers already at his new work place, Hill's Fine Meats. He had recently arrived in the town to seek work experience in the food industry and was real pleased with his new position. Joey had grown up on a small ranch raising various livestock, mainly beef but also a few longpigs which had been supplied to Hill's Fine meats. His Pop knew Marek Hill a little so his introduction had been easy.

Trenton and Joey chatted a bit and then Trenton began to unpack. He took out several parcels of meat and put them on the counter.

"Hey that's from where I work now!" exclaimed Joey pointing to the Hill's Fine Meat label.

"Wow that's cool!" Trenton suddenly flushed and looked a little excited. "I have always wanted to see around that place. All those naked longpigs must be kinda hot eh?"

"Oh yeah - plenty of cute guys - er I mean meat - and all available if I am feeling horny." The boy blushed, "Which I kinda am most of the time."

"Do you work in the slaughterhouse?"

"Nah - I work in the livestock pens, handling the meat and preparing the auctions. Lots of cleaning up."

"I have never been to an auction - I have always wanted to go though."

"Well I can let you in one time if you like? You'd have to be careful - I don't think they like people just looking around but if you were with me I could probably swing it with my overseer. He's a cool guy." Joey grinned straight at Trenton who caught the boy's blue eyes.

"I'd like that Joey - I really would. I have always wondered what it was like in one of Hill's Auctions. Must be quite an experience. Even for the longpigs... er do they enjoy it too Joey?" Trenton looked at the boy.

"Yeah I guess so Mr Trenton," the boy looked up innocently, "But they don't get much say in the matter by then, they just have to go with the programme."

"Oh yeah - I guess so"

"The farm bred longpigs are all excited by it for sure - after all that's what they have been bred for all their lives and they are conditioned to accept it and to want to make a good price at auction. But some of the volunteers get a little antsy when the reality of the situation dawns on them after they have been sold."

"Volunteers? Do you have many volunteers?" Mr Trenton spoke quickly and hoarsely as the nerves constricted his throat.

"Not many but a few - and then there are those that try out the experience in the Charity Auctions."

"Charity Auctions...?"

"Yeah, they're a kind of lottery for the rich people who bring along boyfriends and workers who volunteer to go through the Auction to raise money for charity - but they are mostly released afterwards and returned to human status."

"Mostly?" Trenton looked interested at that.

Joey grinned again, "Well they have a lottery and one or two of the charity volunteers gets to provide the meat for the evening celebrations. Must be a bummer if they weren't expecting it eh, Mr Trenton?"

"Well they volunteered so I guess they knew what they were getting into."

"Sure but I don't really understand the volunteers - they want the experience and all the sex in the livestock pens and from the guests - but they are on a one way journey ending up in the kitchen." Joey shrugged his shoulders and looks questioningly at the older man. "I mean who would want that? I just don't understand it."

"Oh..." Mr Trenton gulped, "I don't know - I think I can sorta understand it. I have sometimes wondered what it would be like to be a longpig."

"No shit Mr Trenton - does that turn you on?" The boy looked surprised but also very interested.

"Yes Joey it does - but I also like it here and I am not sure I am ready to end up in the kitchen for real yet."

"What do you like about it exactly?" Joey asked excitedly.

"I... I don't quite ... quite know exactly," he stuttered.

"Sorry Mr Trenton I didn't mean to pry - but I am real curious about it - would be useful to know a bit more about what makes people want to be longpigs. Might help me in my work with the livestock."

"Well Joey I'm not real sure about it myself yet. It has been an idea growing in my mind for a while now. And as I am 35 now I know it would need to be soon if I have chance of being good meat."

"No problems - you look good and I am sure ya would sell well."

Trenton realised that they were quickly slipping into talking about him just as meat - and the idea made his dick hard. Which Joey noticed.

"Hey I can see that the idea is turning you on now!" Joey smirked at Trenton who reddened and turned away. "It's fine with me - I see it every day at work anyway with the other longpigs." Trenton looked back at the handsome farmboy and smiled. "If you want it why don't you just report as a volunteer longpig like many other guys do? It's not difficult.

"You see Joey I just need to be sure that it is what I really want. After all it is a one way ticket and all."

"Yeah for sure but I've heard it said that a longpig always knows it is a longpig for real."

"Well it's not clear for me just yet I guess." Joey looked into Trentons sad face and began to think.

"So how would you be able to work out if you are really destined as a longpig?" Joey asked.

"I don't know - perhaps I need to find out more about it all first. Perhaps you could show me round Hill's Fine Meats one day so I can see what happens."

"I can do better than that Mr Trenton." Joey's face brightened as a great idea occurred to him. "There's a Charity Auction this weekend and if you agree I could let you try out being a longpig for just a short time. Maybe you could be displayed at the sale - and I can make notes of what people say about your meat. And you can get to see if the experience feels right to ya." Joey was excited with his idea and Trenton just stared at him open mouthed. The idea seemed too good to be true - and now his cock was rock hard in his pants.

"Fuck, Joey, that would be great - but would it be allowed?"

"It's not really against the rules though we would have to be careful and not distract any of the good customers otherwise Mr Hill might get annoyed with me. But I can deal with that."

"Oh god this sounds great - I can't wait!" Trenton was shaking just thinking about it. "So what would it involve exactly?"

"Well I and two other guys will be responsible for putting all the longpigs in the display stocks in the pre-auction inspection arena. There will be about thirty of them - about two thirds will be for the charity auction and some others will be also sold in the usual way. I guess we could just make sure that there is an extra display station and then put you in it. We will all be there attending the livestock and offering help to any of the potential purchasers. I can stay close to you and keep an eye out for you. But you will have to be prepared to look just like any of the other longpigs. What do ya say to that Mr Trenton."

"I think that would be fine Joey, in fact more than fine. The idea is making me very hot and I know it will really help me make up my mind if I am destined for the kitchens one day."

"That's cool Mr Trenton - this should be fun and I am pleased to be able to help out. Anything for a neighbour." Joey moved to go and shook hands with Trenton. They smiled at each other. As Joey stood at the door Trenton spoke again: "Er Joey - I think you can just call me Trenton now - like everyone else - none of that mister anymore."

"Sure Trenton - though when you are pretending to to be a longpig I guess I wont call you anything much - except maybe 'longpig' or 'piggie'." The blond boy laughed at this and moved down the corridor to his own apartment.

"Bye Trenton - I'll be round on Friday evening to get you ready for the weekend."

Trenton closed his door and then started to breathe again. He realised he was shaking with excitement.

On Friday evening Joey arrived ready for work at Trenton's apartment. He had a bag with equipment which Trenton eyed curiously but Joey just put it down. He explained to Trenton that if he really wanted to experience what it was like being a real longpig then he would have to start getting used to it right away. And that meant not asking any questions but just doing as he was told. After all longpigs were just livestock and whoever heard of pigs or sheep asking questions? Joey laughed at this but Trenton just blushed and nodded slowly.

Joey also explained that they had to be careful not to get into trouble with Mr Hill, which might be caused by any of the customers being annoyed by a longpig that was not really for sale or if it looked like they were just paying around. This meant that it all had to look totally genuine and that Trenton had to look like a real longpig.

It took about an hour to get him ready. His body was shaved all over. His head hair was also cut short. Joey used clippers on the nails, both hands and feet. And then Joey took some pliers and clipped a green tag to his right ear.

Soon Trenton found himself standing naked in front of his mirror admiring how much he looked like a shop ready longpig. He was turned on and his dick was rock hard in front of him. Joey laughed at it.

"I guess you're going to have some real fun tomorrow!" The young man left soon after, telling Trenton to get a good night's sleep and take care not to eat anything and only drink water.

In the morning Trenton was waiting, dressed in old and loose clothes, for Joey. They went out to Joey's truck and Trenton hesitated by the passenger door.

"No you go in the back now - that's where longpigs belong. If anyone sees you they will just think you are being taken for a ride anyway."

The journey was short and soon they were pulling into the parking lot at the back of the Hill's Meat complex. There were many buildings around, some were quite smart, with elegant windows. These were the entertainment suites and the dining rooms. There was a barbecue area and a pool. Many young men were busy cleaning and setting out tables.

Joey told Trenton to remove his clothes. When he was standing naked the young man fixed a standard leather collar and leash to him and then led him across the yard, round the buildings and down an alley which opened up into a series of rougher buildings for the ranching and livestock area. It was already busy with livestock being moved around to preparation rooms, washing areas and to the kitchens.

"We can have a quick look around if you like - having you in clothes would have been difficult as they dont encourage too many tourists here - but like this you look just another piece of livestock being taken around." Trenton smiled but said nothing as he had been told that longpigs did not speak much.

Joey led him though a large doorway and down a corridor into a large open kitchen. Inside they were greeted by a young chef standing at a large table on which was a longpig being prepared for the oven.

"Hey Joey is that my number two roaster?"

"Nah - sorry, Seth, this is one for the charity auction."

"Pity. Some good meat on that one though it will need a good long slow roast to make it properly tender. Who knows - perhaps it will get lucky in the lottery after the auction - and end up here after all!"

The handsome chef put down the basting brush that he had been using to apply a sticky coat of marinade all over the trussed up longpig bound to a roasting pan. He came over to Joey and his livestock and began to check the animal over. Trenton stood still as the young man expertly felt his muscles, pulled open his ass cheeks, looked inside his mouth.

"Yeah - that's good healthy meat." He then grabbed Trenton's hard dick. "And it looks like the meat is all excited and ready for this too eh?" The two guys laughed as Trenton blushed.

"Sure is - this one's very obedient." Joey caught Trenton's eye and smirked a little.

"Well I gotta get this one into the oven - it takes nearly eight hours to cook and this one is for the evening servings. The meat for lunch is already in."

Joey took the edge of the pan and slid it onto a wheeled trolled the same height as the preparation table. Trenton could see the longpig blink, its eyes looking funny as the face was totally covered in basting sauce too. The longpig was about 20 years old and clearly excited by its present predicament judging by its hard dick. It was on its knees leaning forward, it legs apart so that its balls hung down clearly. It was surrounded by peeled potatoes, parsnips, onions and other vegetables and there was a huge carrot stuffed in its ass. Round the front it rested on its elbows with its forearms, like its calves, tightly bound with cooking twine and fixed to eye bolts attached to the bottom of the pan. The longpig's head rested on a low metal chin rest which held the head up but the chest was low down, almost touching the bottom of the pan.

Seth then took a large bowl filled with small tied bunches of herbs. He inserted these into the various crevices of the longpig's crouching body: armpits, back of the knees, elbows, tops of the thighs. He tied a bunch around the scrotum and fastened a garland of herbs around the neck too and then he took an apple with twine threaded though its core and paced it in the animal's mouth, tying the twine behind his head to keep it in place. Then Seth finished by wrapping the hands and feet in tin foil to stop them cooking too dry before the rest of the meat was cooked properly.

"Hey Joey can you give me a hand?" The two guys wheeled the longpig over to the large oven. Seth opened the door and a blast of hot air came out that even reached Trenton. The longpig whimpered a little and tensed.

"Too late to back out now my little piggie - you are going to be delicious." Seth laughed and patted the longpig on its upturned rump. He manoevered it round and the two men pushed it ass-first into the oven, sliding the large pan from the trolley onto the cooking rail. The animal's face was twisted in a grimace but Trenton could see that it was shuddering slightly as it orgasmed, shooting onto a bed of onions placed there for that purpose!

Seth closed the oven door: "Another happy customer on its way!" The two guys high fived each other and then turned away from the oven, ignoring the longpig, leaving it to its fate in the heat. Trenton had no idea how long it would be conscious but did not think it would be long. Meanwhile the chef returned to his table and began clearing up. Around them the calm and busy atmosphere in the kitchen carried on, unconcerned about the final heated moments of the longpigs life. After all, this happened many times a day in these kitchens.

Trenton stood patiently to one side watching all this. He was naked and his dick was hard showing his arousal at it all. He wondered what it would be like for him when one day he converted to being livestock for real. He realised the day would come for sure - he felt a true affinity with the animal that had just been put in the oven - but he wanted to enjoy it for now first.

"See ya later Seth," said Joey, "I've got lots of work to do before the auction buyers arrive. I'd better get this one secured in a cage for now." He indicated Trenton and pulled on the leash. Trenton followed quickly and they went out in the yard again and round a corner. There were several empty cages along one wall and Joey put Trenton in one, leaving him there.

Trenton sat down cross-legged by the gate and relaxed. He watched the comings and going around him with a keen interest. The place was become steadily busier as various people scurried about preparing for the day's events. Soon he heard cars pulling up at the main entrance which he could just see though a gap in the buildings. There seemed to be quite a large crowd. No one took any notice of Trenton. He was just another longpig waiting in a cage.

"Better get you out and into the inspection yard now. It wont be open to buyers for an hour but I still have plenty of work to do - and if you are already on display there is less chance of anyone asking questions." Joey said when he returned.

Joey led Trenton across a dusty open space and they entered the inspection yard through a latched gate. It was surrounded by a post and board fence and had dozens of T shaped stocks. They went over to the furthest corner and Joey select the post. He unclipped the leash and then bent Trenton forward placing his neck in the large groove of the stocks and his hands in the smaller ones at either side. Then he placed the top section and screwed the two security fixings in place at either end.

He went round to Trenton's rear and fixed his ankles with short rope to bolts in the ground that kept his legs apart allowing easy inspection of his balls and ass.

"You will have to stay there for a while and keep quiet while the other livestock is brought in for the auction inspection. Don't speak to anyone even if they ask you a question - which is very unlikely anyway. I'll leave instructions here that all inquiries should come to me."

Joey wrote on a small card and attached it to the stocks on the opposite side to Trenton's head. He realised that this was the 'front' of the stocks and that he was being properly presented ass first, as this was the meat that the buyers would be interested in - not his head, which was of secondary interest.

Joey stroked Trenton's back. "Hope you enjoy this, meat. You look good like that - I'm sure there'll be some buyers who look at you seriously." As he said this Trenton's cock stiffened fully and started to drip a little. He really felt like meat now.

"You'd better hope that I don't get offered a really high price for your meat. I might just be tempted ya know!"

"Er.. Joey..."

"No talking, longpig! You are just a meat animal now!" The young man laughed quietly. "Good livestock, all ready and presented for sale! But don't worry too much - I will check any serious offers with you first." And Joey strolled away from Trenton chuckling to himself. Soon Trenton was all alone in the inspection compound. Waiting...

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roastpigboy · 5 years ago

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Once again my giant pig body getting sacrificed to fill the belly’s of a bunch of hungry young men 😋

We’re from Gamma Rho Zeta (GRZ), the “Wolf” fraternity on campus and proud of it. We are the beast fraternity full of jocks and alpha males. We party ‘til dawn and like our red meat. Which brings us to our fave brother, “Hog”. Yeah, he’s a selfish jerk always wanting his way and being obnoxious about it. Hog is on the college wrestling team and started at the 200 pound weight class using his tall lanky 6ft 4 frame to dominate his shorter opponents. Then he came to the frat house and started being his obnoxious self...bullying his way to the front of the chow line...grabbing all he could..and pigging it down. Even among all the hungry jock brothers, Hog’s appetite stood out. As his greedy gut began to stand out...push out...big and round, his selfishness grew, his obnoxiousness grew. The pounds ticked up...and up...200...220...250...280 so by the end of his freshman year he was in the heavyweight class on his wrestling team and the obnoxious class all by himself in the frat house. Hog used his massive gut as a battering ram to push past anybody in his way whether it was the chow line or the line to get beer and drinks at frat parties. Always the loud mouth, he barged his way into every conversation and made it all about him. So greedy, so piggish, so obnoxious that the Wolf frat brothers demanded action from the frat officers at the start of the new school year. What to do with a big fat loudmouth jerk who ate and drank everything in sight? Solution: let his gluttony take care of him...and then the Wolf brothers would take care of him...once and for all. Let him be “Boss Hog” over the whole school year...let him eat and drink til he could barely move...then stuff him some more. Flatter his big ego calling him “Boss Hog” as we fattened his big gut to blimpish size. Let him hog up six double cheese pizzas at a time as we rubbed and massaged his hanging sack of lard chanting “Boss Hog!...Boss Hog!” And it worked...by the end of the school year selfish Boss Hog was a massive bulging waddling pig of 440 pounds...fattened up for the finale, the All-You-Can-Eat-and-Drink Graduation party. As usual, loud mouthed Boss Hog made a grand obnoxious entrance to the graduation party, but this time we were ready. At the middle of the party room stood a huge steel beer keg with a large sign that said: “ALL YOURS BOSS HOG”. Immediately when he saw the sign, Boss Hog went quiet. “Finally, they recognize me. I deserve this.” And his fellow frat brothers sprung to action...wheeling up a steel reinforced cart...welcoming the lard ball to lay down...and promising that he would not have to lift a finger...as he got what he deserved...a keg full of sudsy cold calorie filled beer just for him. And the noisy frat brothers gathered around as the hose was placed in his greedy mouth and the spigot turned on. WHOOSH! as the sudsy golden stream rushed down in to his gluttonous mouth and down to his empty beer belly keg. WHOOSH! GLUG...GLUG...BBUURRPP...GLUG...GLUG..and the frat brothers chanted: “BOSS HOG...BOSS HOG!!” as the dumb obese glutton sucked in more and more golden suds. As his massive gut rose...higher and higher...his helpful brothers cutting off his tent shirt to give his inflating gut room. “BOSS HOG...BOSS HOG!!” The sudsy golden tidal wave not only ballooned his giant gut, but quickly fogged his senses. But no matter, Boss Hog was about to get more of what he deserved as another group of brothers surrounded the cart and doused his naked blimp belly with extra virgin oil and spices while others cut off his remaining clothes. In his beery wooziness, Boss Hog could not tell what was going on other than being glad to be the center of attention with all those hands touching, rubbing and massaging him from head to toe with some oil that smelled really good. Then he felt the cart below him move again to...what’s this...the frat kitchen...and then to...can’t tell...my....BBRRP!..big gut is in the way...then HEAT...Holy Shit!...SLAM! Boss Hogg at 400 degrees...getting what he deserved...mmmm😈👅🐖

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