Smoking and roasting - Sex Stories

Smoking and roasting

... a metal grate was installed. The sides of the basin had some holes, as well as the lid, to keep the air circulating. In this space, lying on the grate was John, his dick still fully erect by the ring, now turning a nice shade of brown. Moaning came muffled through the apple in his mouth, wich gagged him surprisingly well, and despite his hands bound behind his back, he was struggling. It didn't do him any good, for the grate as well as the walls and the lid of the basin were hot, so his movements only made sure that every part of his skin touched the hot surfaces again and again, while the adrenalin and the movement of his muscles kept his meat soft and tender. At one point, Saya heard a crackling sound, as a the crispy skin on Johns leg broke in his movements, and she throrughly enjoyed it, keeping eye contact with John the whole time while Peter pounded her. Then she felt him pumping his load into her ass, and allowed herself a lustful moan. Time to eat. John was berely alive when they lifted him out and placed him on a plate on the table, right beside a female form of smoked meat. Talias face was frozen in agony and terror, her eyes seemed fixed on him. As they started carving him up it didn't hurt too much, but as the cuts went deeper, the pain returned. Nothing compared to the heat. He could see Saya, through blurred eyes, unable to focus, holding a dish in one hand, filled with smoked meat and roasted dick, while she chewed one of his testicles. Then she removed the apple from his mouth. The last thing he felt was her cutting out his tongue.