The little fox cub shivered as he stepped out to the backyard and the cool spring breeze caressed his naked body. He was, in fact, more naked than he had ever been since his fur had been shaved off from neck to toe. He felt goosebumps all over his body as his nonexistent fur tried to fluff up against the cold. He skipped ahead a few hops and giggled. Soon he would be plenty warm anyway, he thought.

The little fox's 15 year old older brother stepped to the yard after him and slammed the door behind. He was wearing a loose ragged t-shirt and shorts.

“Took your sweet time, did you two?” came a voice from behind the corner of the house. Then the pair's father peeked his head out to look at the two arrivals.

The little cub continued skipping ahead towards his father with his big bro in tow. “Sorry.” he giggled. “Bro here wanted to help me loosen my tailhole while he shaved me.”

The brother blushed underneath his fur, but soon regained his composure. “I just wanted to make sure everything would go as smooth as possible.” Then he joined in on the playful teasing, “besides it would be the last time I would get to play with you, lil bro. Couldn't miss the chance!”

The little cub giggled and rounded the corner to where his father had been setting things up.

There was a large barbecue pit, stoked with red hot coals. Next to it was a table full of all sorts of cooking utensils. Two long metal poles were resting against the house. And finally a sawhorse with some lengths of rope on the ground next to it. 

The cubs' father was standing next to the sawhorse, likewise wearing old tattered shirt and pants, but also a brand new chef's apron that read “Kiss the Cook!”

He waited as the kids made their way to him then he dropped on one knee and raised his hand to stroke his little cub's cheek. “So, are you really sure this is what you want for your twelfth birthday?”

The little cub smiled widely. “Yes! More than anything daddy!” He bounced up and down in place with excitement.

“All right then Delicious. All your friends will be here tonight for the feast, so I guess we better get started then, eh?”

The little cub bounced one more time, this time to give his cook a peck on the cheek. He then looked at all the stuff around and asked, “what should I do first?”

The father took a few steps over to the sawhorse and patted it with his hand. “Hop on here.”

The little cub did as told and laid down on his belly along the top beam of the horse.

Father took the rope from the ground and turned to the older son. “Gimme a hand here with this.” With some effort the two of them proceeded to tie the little cubs arms and legs on the legs of the sawhorse.

“Oho, what do we have here?” the father said in a teasing tone to the little cub as he gave a little tug on the cub's little prick that had started peeking out from his sheath. 

It didn't take much prodding to get it fully hard and the little cub giggled. He glanced over at his brother and saw that his shorts were tenting as well and this just made him giggle even more.

Daddy then stood up and went to the spitpoles. He took one in each hand and brought them back to the sawhorse. He held one out to the brother who took it and nodded.

Daddy then poured some olive oil on the tip of the pole he was holding and smeared the point all slick. He passed the bottle to the brother and then started to steady himself and take aim with the spit towards his youngest's tailhole.

While father was preparing the spit, big brother poured some olive oil from the bottle directly on the little cub's tailhole. There was a cute little eek from the little cub as his tailhole puckered from the feel of the cool liquid. But soon the cub relaxed as his brother used his warm finger to spread the oil around and inside the sphincter.

The father held the spit only inches from the little cub's hole. “Ready Delicious?” he gave a quick shout.

“Ready!”

Gently he pressed the tip against the cub's tailhole and with smooth movement pushed it inside a few inches.

“Ah! It's so big!” the cub gasped. But after a few more breaths he steadied himself. “Go on.”

The father nodded to the brother who then lifted the second spit pole onto the little cubs back. He placed it so that it was in line with the pole father was pushing to make sure daddy could see where the tip of the spit was going.

Daddy then started to push again. Gently but firmly. Soon there was first bit of resistance after the pole had slid in half a foot.

“Ah, aah. Hurts.”

“I know Delicious. Just hang on.” Father pressed on and then the resistance let go as the tip of the spit pushed through the little cub's intestine into the stomach cavity.

The little cub whimpered with a tear in his eye, but his little dick was still hard. He had wanted this, so much. He knew it would hurt a bit, but it would soon pass...

The spit slid ahead a foot, then two. Big brother kept the other pole in line with the end of the one inside the cub and you could see that the spit was almost to the cub's chest now. Then it hit something again.

The cub winced and yelped, but then his yelp became a gag as the tip of the spit pierced into his diaphragm. More tears rolled down the cub's bare cheek but he didn't whimper as now it hurt to draw a breath.

The cub held his breath, but then the spit slid through to the other side of the breathing muscle. The muscle settled on around the pole and the pain eased up. The cub found that he could breathe cautiously now. He would make it.

His father looked at big brother. “Carefully now, this bit is critical.”

The brother nodded and very carefully held the spit at exact same angle and length as the spit inside the little cub.

Daddy pushed it carefully an inch, another, then he pulled to the side and below.

The cub gasped in “AH!”

With that father pushed the spit fast. It slid against the ribs of the expanded ribcage and narrowly glided past the heart without touching it.

Once he was certain he was past it, he let the spit pole return back to center. The cubs lungs and heart shifted a bit to make room, but they all fit snugly inside the ribcage.

The cub breathed shallow many times to recover from the shock, but right then it was time for another. “Agg! It's in my throa- –“

The cub never got to finish it as the tip of the spit forced its way around the cartilage into the cubs esophagus and then past the larynx, blocking his airway.

The brother dropped the pole he was holding and then grabbed the little cub's head to hold it straight.

His father nodded and then pushed one last time and the tip of the spit emerged from the cub's muzzle.

The cub smiled weakly around the pole coming out of his mouth, but when he tried to breathe there was only the tiniest of wheezes as almost no air moved past the blockage.

His father continued to push the pole through a long way though, until he got to a red tape marker. Once he was sure he was in the right place, he left the pole in place and jostled himself to the end of the pole.

There was a little loose section and he gave it a strong twist. Mechanism inside the pole moved and airholes opened along the tip and in strategic locations in the cub's throat.

There was a hollow windy sound as the cub breathed through them. He had made it! He was fully spitted and still alive! The pain had subsided a bit and the cub's little prick bounced few times with his excitement. 

His father started to untie the cubs legs and arms while his brother attached crossbars on the spit pole. Then the brother held the cub on top of the horse, while daddy tied his arms and legs to the crossbars.

“Well, Delicious, it's time to lift you over the coals!” the cub's father said behind him. His brother took position at the front. And then with a “Heave!” the cub felt himself lift into the air.

It was the most strangest feeling as all of his weight was supported from the inside of him. He instinctively tried to turn and look down on himself, but the pole kept him completely rigid. He just settled to lying there, limp, around the pole. He could start feeling the heat increasing as he was carried closer to the firepit. The pair paused for a moment besides the coals, and then with final heave the pole was lifted onto the spit supports.

Wave of incredible heat hit the little cub. An instant flash seared his whole underside numb, but then his skin recovered from the shock and he could feel the heat against his naked flesh.

Hot, unrelenting, searing, intense. Soon he ran out of words to describe it as the intensity of the heat just kept rising and rising. He thought we would singe to a char on the spot! 

But then, when he thought he couldn't take it any more the spit started turning. Little by little he could feel coolness spreading down his side as he turned away from the fire. It felt like the most wonderful thing in the world. But the reprieve was only temporary as new parts of his skin and flesh turned to face the fire and take the heat.

The sensations where overwhelming. Coolness on one side, heat on the other, slowly creeping across his flesh. He was just a piece of meat on a spit, slowly roasting.

Then there was a new sensation. A wet splash on his cool upside. Bristles rubbing along his body. Smell of barbecue sauce reached his nostrils. He was being basted! The coolness of the liquid helped to ease the heat, and soon he felt quite wonderful. He slowly turned down again and the sauce kept the heat at bay. The heat mounted slower, and just when he thought it would become too much, the seared bits of him turned back to the cool shade.

After few more turns of the intense sensations of altering heat and coolness he suddenly felt the brush bristles caress his hard cock. Yes! Yes! The incredible sensations distracted him from the heat and he enjoyed them to the fullest. His cock was harder than it had ever been. He couldn't take this much longer. Yes! Yes! No! His cock was about to turn back into the heat...

His whole body shuddered as he squirted his final orgasm. His seed mixed with the sauce on his skin, giving himself his own unique flavouring.

The cub turned few more times while engulfed by the afterglow of the most intense orgasm of his life.

But now the sauce has heated up as well, and the coolness above didn't reach him fast enough anymore. His skin still burned with heat when it turned back to the fire. It was hot and unbearable when the turned back up. It was still hot and unbearable when he turned to face another round of fire.

He could feel himself weakening as the heat took its toll. It wasn't agonizing any more, it was just hot. Unbelievably hot. Unbearably hot. Scorching. Searing. And the coolness was no relief as the sauce retained the heat better than his naked skin.

But then when he thought he wouldn't last anymore he saw his brother take hold of the spit in front of him and he was suddenly hoisted back into the air.

His skin tingled everywhere as he was lifted away from the fire. Like billions of ants. 

He didn't feel the coolness so much as a lack of heat.

He was placed on second set of spit supports well away from the fire. His father came in view next to his head.

“Hi Delicious. You're doing great! It's time for the final part you wanted.” The father smiled at the cub. The cub smiled back weakly.

The father handed a knife to the cub's brother. “Ok, big bro, get ready. Do it when I say. We don't want him to suffer needlessly.”

The brother nodded and took his place next to the cub's neck. He placed the knife ready against the cub's tender throat.

The cub couldn't see his father anymore, but he knew what he was about to do. His heart raced as fast as it could in his weakened state. The cub would have gotten hard again, but his cock felt nothing. His skin had stopped tingling, but he was numb all over.

Then he felt just a little pressure at the top of his tummy. Then he felt it slide down towards his groin as his father used the knife to open his stomach. There was almost no pain as the heat had cooked most of the nerve endings in the little cub's skin.

Then he felt a strange tugging sensation in his insides as they spilled out from his tummy. It was the most weirdest sensation. 

But then he felt sharp pain deep inside him. The knife cut into his guts and organs that hadn't been deadened by the heat. The cub tried to writhe on the pole with the agony, but his muscles only weakly responded. No sound could come out of his mouth with the spit.

But his father sensed his pain. He continued to gut the little cub, but he shouted at the brother, “End him.”

The cub felt the knife sink deep into his throat. Right down to the metal pole. He felt his blood spilling out.

In few seconds the pain started to disappear. He started to feel light headed. He still felt the cutting and tugging at his insides, but it was more detached. He felt dizzy. He felt giddy again. He smiled weakly around the spitpole.

He had made it. He was glad. Soon he would become the most beautiful roast for all his friends. He couldn't think of a better fate than that.

With contentment, he faded away.