****** Realization of a Dream by Michael ******
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Realization of a Dream


Part 1

So, I was bored with my life and as is often the case with many fascinated by
erotic death, in particular cannibalism I wanted to find people like me. I had
been into cannibal stories ETC. For quite some time and knew that I would like
to be the recipient of a cannibal's affection. The question was how? I did the
regular things, put an ad in Black Plague, posted to the cannibalism news group
went to the #cannibalz chat room and let it be known everywhere that I was
serious and would consider any offers. I did not hear anything for over a year
and, to be honest, did not really expect to.

March 3 was a day that changed my life. It started by my getting up to check my
E-mail. I had a message from someone with the subject heading of "interested."
I did not realize what it was and thought it was probably spam; but for some
reason I opened it and read it, it read: "we saw your ad in Black plague, are
you TRULY serious? And secondly are you a law enforcement officer? Please
reply." I was exited I had actually made contact with someone who would talk to
me about my ad, I did not know if they were legit, but did not really care at
that time. My reply read like this: "I am very serious and NO I am not a law
official. Two days later I got another message: "we are very interested in your
proposal, and would like to get to know you a little, can you meet us in a
private chat room at 9:00 tonight?" Excitedly I replied that I would be glad
to, they replied and told me to look for "Carmila" when I get online. I was
eager to get online that night, the day seemed like it would never end. My
fantasy looked like it had a small chance of coming true.

At nine I logged on and went to the prearranged room, they were waiting for me.
They asked many questions: "where are you from?" "Why do you want this?" "Do
you know how to cover your traces?" I answered that I was from the United
States and could cover my tracks effectively. My reasons were simple: I had a
dull and empty life, and I would rather have an exiting and unusual death at an
early age than endure seventy-five years of boredom and hardship. Now you must
understand that these strangers were trying to tell me how great life could be
but I would rebuff every word they would say, I truly wanted to be eaten and
would do anything to see that my fantasy came true. Over the course we chatted
in chat rooms and eventually got to the point where we exchanged phone numbers,
all was going well, but they did not mention when they would want me for over
two months. I now know that they had drawn out our courtship because they
wanted to see if my interest would wane. It did not. On May 7, they actually
asked me if I would come to their ranch for their summer party, I would be the
guest of honor and ultimately, the main course. I eagerly agreed to go and we
arranged a scheme for me to get there.

My hosts lived just outside Phoenix, Arizona. I lived in Tacoma, Washington so
it was not a great distance to travel, I was to get in my car very early on
Tuesday, May 9 and drive to Salt Lake City, Utah where a bus ticket to Phoenix
would be waiting. I was to leave my car in an empty garage at 453 Westenra
Street, where one on my hosts could arrange to have it picked up and destroyed.
The plan went off perfectly and I arrived in Phoenix on May 10. I was met by a
man and a woman at the bus depot.

"Are you Michael?" they asked.

"Yes, you must be Kirk and Bernadette." I replied.

We shook hands and then proceeded out into the parking lot. They had a new
burgundy mini van, waiting in the van were three children one was a girl, about
thirteen years old, the other was a boy who I would later learn was 10 and
lastly was a beautiful baby girl, just six months old. Kirk and Bernadette got
into the van and introduced me.

"Kids meet Michael, he is going to be our guest at this years summer party."
Bernadette told the children.

The thirteen year old, Adriana, looked at me and said to her brother: "This is
the guy they picked up on the Internet, Todd. He is going to be your first."

Todd looked at me fascinated, he had never met any one that he was going to eat
before and I must say I had never met anyone, much less a ten year old who was
going to eat me before.

I looked at Kirk and asked, "What does she mean his first?"

"No kids allowed till ten years old, this will be his first summer party." Kirk
answered.

We got to their ranch, which was just outside Phoenix at about seven in the
evening. I stepped out of the van and told them how beautiful the place was. I
was told that there were a few rules I would have to follow and obey. It was
made very clear to me that my position here was completely voluntary; I could
change my mind anytime I wanted to right up to the day of the party. The first
rule was that I could only eat once a day, and the meal would consist of
steamed rice and chicken. I would be allowed to drink anything I wanted up
until the last three days when I was not to eat anything and could only drink
water. Secondly, I would have to meet the guests at various times before the
actual party, just to get to know some of them. Thirdly, I was not to perform
and heavy lifting or strenuous exercise because that would toughen my meat.
Next I was told that, even though I was a guest, I was not a normal guest' and
a distinction had to be made between me and other persons who may come to the
ranch, that distinction was that I could not, under any circumstances, wear any
clothing,(which included shoes, socks or even a towel around my waist) or
jewelry. Finally, they informed me that should I still be present at the time
of the party I would be made aware of the cooking techniques, but they did not
want me to have any body hair and thus I would have to be shaved regularly. I
agreed to their terms and asked where I would be staying. I was brought to a
beautiful room with its own washroom ( complete with a sauna and a hot tub )
and a large projector television and a full bar stocked with fine wines. I was
to stay in style while I was there. Bernadette opened a drawer and told me that
I could keep my clothes in there if I like and told me to strip and report
downstairs to be shaved.

As I had been asked I reported downstairs, the kids were there and their
presence added to my modesty. Bernadette had in her hands a pair of surgical
clippers, she shaved off every inch of my body, it tickled like crazy and the
kids found my ticklishness to be amusing. After Bernadette shaved me with the
clippers she brought out a straight razor, smeared me all over with shaving
cream and began to shave me all over again. As she was shaving I became
extremely aroused, I was embarrassed. Bernadette told me not to be embarrassed
because it made her job easier. When the shaving was complete I was completely
hairless, which made me feel even more naked than I was before. Reassuringly
Bernadette told me that every one who had been here before had gone through the
same thing, I needn't be embarrassed. I then went to bed and fell asleep
quickly.

The next day Kirk woke me and told me that I would have to meet a few guests
that evening, so after a leisurely day of laying in the sun and watching
television when Kirk called for me to come down to the living room to meet some
of their friends I was nervous, I hadn't met them before and I was to go and
greet them, in the nude, and talk about being the main course at a party in
eleven weeks' time. After I psyched myself up I came down to the living room.
As I entered the room there were two couples with Kirk and Bernadette, I was
introduced to everyone and we talked about what I did, my education, how I
found Bernadette and Kirk and why I wanted to be eaten. I explained myself and
the people were understanding of what I said and did not talk to me rudely or
coldly at all, rather they seemed to genuinely appreciate my presence and my
willingness. The experience was very comfortable, I might even say it was a
positive one.

It was during this first visit that I found out that no guest had stayed for
the final day in over eleven years. I reassured them that I would not leave and
I was seriously looking forward to being the guest of Honor.' They didn't
believe me. Over the course of the next two-plus months I would repeat this
scene at least five or six times and every time no one expected me to stay. I
was determined to prove them wrong but they inevitably told me that everyone
wanted to prove them wrong and no one had. Every night before going to sleep I
was exited about getting closer to the day when everyone who doubted me would
know that I was serious.

I think I should tell you that although I knew that I was, at first,
essentially a well treated talking farm animal I grew to love Bernadette, Kirk
and their children. I felt like a member of the family, even though I knew that
I wasn't. My experience here has been a happy one. The kids are smart and
friendly, and Bernadette and Kirk are incredibly warm, good-natured people. I
had given them the ultimate gift a person could, my life, my body, and I am
proud to have done so. They treated me very well and I appreciate that very
much. For the two and a half month we got to know each other very well, I was
even asked to baby-sit the kids a few times, which was sort of unusual. How
many kids have a babysitter that they are going to be eating for dinner? They
were surprisingly well behaved for me.

One evening I asked Kirk how this summer tradition got started and they told me
that it dates back to the Civil War when Kirk's ancestors used to use slaves
for their cookout. The tradition continued for hundreds of years, but getting
willing "guests" was hard, he said that the Internet was great for finding
volunteers but unfortunately no one would stay, and he refused to murder
anyone.

"Since the war only six people have stayed to become part of the meal Michael,
if we don't get something going soon the group may disintegrate." Kirk
continued. "You know that Adriana and Todd have never been to an actual, proper
Summer Party? We haven't even been able to get anyone to show up and actually
hear us out, I am really banking on you Michael."

"I am not planning to go Kirk, trust me. I don't have any real family much less
a family tradition. I feel like this is where I belong, I feel like doing this
is my most important responsibility, don't forget that this is also my goal in
life." I tried to reassure him.

"I trust you Mike, but I am used to being let down. I hope you stay, it would
mean a lot to me if I could leave this all to my Kids." Kirk replied.

"You will Kirk, I promise that."

July 31, the day before the Summer Party, everyone was surprised that I hadn't
left. I came down to the kitchen at about eleven o'clock, Bernadette was
preparing something for lunch. She proceeded to tell me that Kirk, who was
usually depressed at this time of the year was pleasant and happy and his
happiness was my doing. Knowing that made me feel really good. Bernadette then
told me that since I had been so good to then and, apparently, was going to
stay I could come to the table with the family that evening and eat with the
rest of them, as a member of the family. She gave me a suit to put on and told
me to go get dressed. I went up to my room and began to get dressed. The
clothes were uncomfortable. I had not really thought about being naked 24 hours
a day for nearly three months, I had grown accustomed to it. Being nude was not
an issue to me anymore, it was part of who I was. I got dressed and looked at
myself in the mirror, I looked weird, not like myself. I had grown so
comfortable and relaxed in my position here that I did not like being a
regular' person again. I was happier knowing what my fate was and when it would
happen. I loved the simplicity of my new existence. Now every old feeling of
helplessness I had felt for years before coming here rushed back to me now.
However uncomfortable I felt, I knew that this was a gesture from my friends,
so I went downstairs where Kirk greeted me. Right away he knew I was very
uncomfortable with clothes on, he told me that I look more uncomfortable now
than I did when I first had to be naked all of the time. I didn't lie and told
him that I was uneasy wearing clothes again and couldn't wait to get them off
so I could just be myself. Bernadette said not to worry, it was just for a
couple of hours. Just a couple of hours seemed an eternity, after we ate I
quickly went to my room and removed my suit before going back downstairs. As I
walked downstairs the feeling of air on my skin made me relaxed, I felt much
better.

That night we all sat up till quite late, taking about my feelings regarding
the last few months. Kirk told me that he almost regretted what was going to
happen tomorrow if I stayed, but still said that he would be very happy and
grateful if I stayed. I told him that there was never any chance of my leaving.
At about 12:30 A.M. Kirk and Bernadette told me that they had best get to bed
since tomorrow was going to be a long day, I said good night and intended to go
to bed myself. Before they went upstairs they told me I could leave anytime
before they got up in the morning, and if I wanted to go I could take the van
to drive to Phoenix bus depot. They had a ticket on the fridge held up by a
magnet, I had seen it every day, but had not considered using it up to this
time. . . I still wasn't interested in going. I told them I would see them
tomorrow.

"You really are going to stay aren't you Michael?" Bernadette asked after Kirk
had gone upstairs. "I honestly believe that you will be here in the morning."

"Yes I am." I replied. "I want this, I really do."

She smiled and went to bed. I lingered in the living room for a few minutes
looking around the room I had grown so comfortable in. "Tomorrow at this time"
I thought to myself, "I won't be here anymore." I got up and went to the fridge
to get a bottle of water. As I opened the door I saw the leftovers from
tonight's meal, I just looked at the plate for a few minutes then closed the
door. The bus ticket fell to the floor, I picked it up and read it quickly,
then tore it in half, tearing the ticket felt good. I continued tearing the
ticket until it was reduced to confetti sized bits of paper. I put the shredded
ticket on the kitchen counter next to the fridge, and went up to my room.

As I lie in bed I was exited, my wish was coming true and it was not going to
be unpleasant or frightening. I hadn't been locked up in a cellar, or forced to
do anything bizarre. All the stories I read about cannibalism and the strange
sexual implications in such stories had not happened here. I felt complete, for
once in my life, I felt happy and complete.

August 1: this was my big day, all of the guests arrived as about nine in the
morning, I got out of bed, and made the room up a little. After I tidied up I
ran into the bathroom, and took a very fast shower. As I was showering
Bernadette came into the room she told me that Kirk had found the ticket on the
counter and thanked me. She then took my shaving gel out of the cabinet and
proceeded to give me my last shave before I was to go and mingle with the
guests for a few hours. I was very exited.

No one knew that I was still there, and the shocked looks I saw everyone's
faces as I came out was priceless. No one had expected me to stay. For a few
hours I mingled, meeting new people and catching up with others that I had met
previously. The honesty of the situation made me feel comfortable. I knew what
I was here for and every person there, from the children to the adults, knew
what I was here for. There was no pretense...I found that reassuring.
Occasionally someone would want to get a good look and feel of what they were
going to be eating for their main course so I was occasionally asked to turn
around or grabbed and squeezed, a few of the women asked if they could check
out my cock and handle my balls. I didn't mind...in fact it was exiting. Some
people asked if they could reserve a particular cut of meat with me or if they
had to talk to Kirk, I didn't see what that had to do with me, I was just the
meat, so I assumed it was up to Kirk or Bernadette. However I didn't really
know so I found a piece of paper and wrote down their names and what they
wanted. I thought to myself that there wasn't going to be much leftover for
Kirk and Bernadette.

As I was talking to the guests I noticed the pit where I assumed I would be
roasted. The pit was about five feet long, three feet wide and two feet deep,
it was topped with a tin barbecue that looked sort of like a pup tent. The
middle of the structure had holes in it where a spit could be passed,
apparently I was going to be spit roasted. The back of my roaster was hinged so
that it could be opened, and the front had a handle to open it up and a
transparent glass face so the cook (or anyone else) could watch me as I was
barbecuing. The front of the roaster had a small trough under it that drained
into a pot, beside the pot was a ladle, I assumed it was to catch juices as I
roasted so Kirk and Bernadette cold baste me in my own sauce. The pit was
filled with a huge pile of charcoal briquettes and lava stones. It looked to me
like all that had to be done now was light the coals and put me on. As I was
inspecting the barbecue Kirk approached and told me there we had to get started
soon and there were a few things we had to go over before they started me
cooking. As Kirk told me this he leaned down and began to light the coals. I
excused myself from the party and went with him to the kitchen where Bernadette
was waiting.

"Michael I know we haven't gone over this before but I am going to tell you
what is going to happen now. As you know it is to late for you to change your
mind." Bernadette looked directly at me, her eyes were filled with compassion
as she continued. "I'm sorry, you have no choice but to go through with this
now. We can't...we won't let you leave now."

"What if I ask to join the group?" I inquired.

"We didn't invite you here to be a member of the group Michael, you knew what
you were coming here for. You had nearly three months to leave, as we agreed
you are our property now." Bernadette told me. "We can't let our guests be
disappointed at this late stage. As much as I can sympathize with you I need
you for your meat now."

"I know, I just had to try." I tried to sound confident, but I was feeling more
than a little scared about the situation. It was now out of my hands. "I guess
that in a while I will be gone."

"I know you did. But you aren't going anywhere, you will be here all day and
perhaps even beyond that. Your function here is going to change that's all."
she replied "Let me go over what we will be doing with you."

"Your roasting will be done if two steps," Bernadette began to explain.

"First we secure you to the spit with flame resistant cord, then baste you with
honey and butter and put you into the roaster alive, this step will probably
take about 20 or 30 minutes. This first step is mostly for show, the guests
want to see a human in the barbecue, there is a kind of surreal, exotic quality
to watching a live person roasting. I should tell you that you won't survive
the first step of preparation. . . which is probably a good thing." Continuing
Bernadette said. "When we are sure you are dead we will bring your body back in
here, and take it off of the first spit. We will then cut it open and remove
the internal organs except for the heart and clean the chest cavity out with
salt water. Then we get rid of the parts that don't have any meat value, like
the head, hands and feet. After that is finished we will clean any blood off
the skin and then fill the chest and abdomen with dry stuffing and pour in a
few bottles of white wine to moisten it and give a nice flavor. Then I'll sew
the abdomen shut and impale your body on a regular spit so that it will cook
evenly. Impaling on a shaft also makes a roasted human easier to carve when
serving dinner. As you barbecue I will be basting you with my homemade barbecue
sauce as well as any natural drippings you may produce. I will probably
barbecue you for about four...maybe five hours or until I know that the meat is
properly cooked. After I am finished barbecuing we will bring the roast back in
here, smear it with more honey glaze and then, if it isn't brown enough, put it
in the oven to broil until it turns a nice, dark golden brown on both sides. As
a finished roast you should dress out at about 120 pounds. When we have it
ready the roast will be brought to the head table where Kirk will carve the
first few slices for the head table. After that the guests will be able to
serve themselves, people seem to prefer it that way."

"Ok." I said as I scratched my head. "Feels weird to hear you talk about me as
'you' 'it' and a 'roast' interchangeably." I then asked "Will this be hard for
you? It won't be strange for you to go from talking to me like this to
butchering me and eating my meat ?

"Not really, I've been looking forward to this for a long time...and human meat
is without a doubt the finest meat in the world, nothing compares. I can only
guess how hard how hard this must be to take in Michael, do you have any other
questions to ask me before we get started?"

"No, I don't think so. How long till we get started?" I inquired.

"It's twenty after eleven: we have to get started now. We hope to have dinner
ready by six and you aren't the only thing that we have to prepare. Why don't
you jump up in the counter and lie on your stomach." Bernadette motioned me up
onto the large island on the middle of the kitchen.

Once I was on the counter I saw Kirk and a couple of women who ,I assumed, were
going to aid Bernadette prepare the rest of the nights meal. I watched Kirk
come into the kitchen with a metal pole, about seven feet long and two inches
thick. The pole had four rods on it which looked as if they would go against my
shoulders, the small of my back, my hips and my knees. The pole was laid on my
back, it was cold. . . I winced and Kirk apologized for my discomfort. The Rod
closest to my knees was put at the rear of my knee joints and my ankles were
pulled up toward my buttocks, fireproof rope was used to tie my ankles to the
next of the securing rods. I was then tied securely at the waist and the
shoulders. Finally, my arms were secured to my sides at my elbows and wrists.
Kirk asked me if I could move, I told them I could not. "Good" Kirk said. Two
men then came in an put my spitted body an a rack so that Bernadette could
baste me. She used a soft paint brush to apply the hot honey/butter mixture to
my body, she didn't miss an inch, as she was basting me I became aroused,
Bernadette looked at my erect Penis and called out to Kirk.

"Kirk! Kirk, honey what about his cock, we can't have it dry out or burn, what
should I do?" Bernadette asked.

"You mean you aren't you going to cut it off with my head and hands?" I asked.

"I forgot to tell you." Bernadette replied. "I am going to fill your scrotum
with honey and will have a raffle to see which of the ladies gets the privilege
of eating your testicles and your penis."

"Really?" I was shocked. I looked down toward my penis and said "I had no idea
you were going to eat my..."

"I'm sorry but some of the ladies have already asked about the raffle,"
Bernadette said reluctantly. "I can't just cancel the raffle, someone will be
getting these an their plate."

"Ok, I just wish I knew who was going to get them." I told her. "I guess this
is more personal to me than the rest of my body."

"I can understand your point of view, but really they aren't more personal just
more interesting because they are external. Don't forget that only Kirk the
kids and I know you, and we have never had any doubt as to what you are here
for. As for the guests they all see you as just meat, there is no relationship
there; no person, just a roasted human or as we prefer to call it a long pig. I
know that up until now this has been a fantasy for you but the fantasy part of
this is over now this is reality."

By this time Kirk had come into the room, he had another section of rope, he
told Bernadette to tie my penis against my abdomen, he emphasized that she
would have to tie it rather tightly and apologized to me for any pain I may
feel as a result.

"It's ok," I replied.

"How are you feeling Michael?" Bernadette asked me as she wrapped the rope
around the head of my penis and tied the ends of the rope together at the side
of my body. "This must be exiting for you."

"Scared, I'm pretty scared Bernadette." I replied " I can't believe this is
really going to happen. Please let me go."

"Listen Michael. I don't want to seem mean or cruel but I can't let you go,
we've been over this and it's too late. You have to live up to your commitment.
I really want to thank you for this, it has been wonderful getting to know you.
And it will be my privilege to serve you to my guests." Bernadette kissed me
softly on the forehead. "From here on you aren't a person anymore. I think... I
hope you can understand why." With that Bernadette forced a large apple into my
mouth and said: "Time for you to go on: I promise that I will take great care
in preparing you for tonight. You are going to be the center of attention."

"Ok guys, he is ready to go." Bernadette motioned to a couple of men who were
waiting at the door. "Make sure he goes in face up so everyone can see
properly, and don't turn the rotisserie on. I'll be out in a few minutes."

I was being carried knees forward with my face pointing upwards, it was a
beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky, the sun was hot, it felt good and there
was just the slightest hint of a breeze. It was taking a long time to get to
the pit, which was only a short distance from the house. I could only guess
that I was being paraded around before going into the roaster because I was
being applauded by everyone at the Party. Finally we stopped moving and I could
feel the heat rising from the Roasting pit. It was time. I took a deep breath
and closed my eyes, I heard the top of the pit open and feel myself being
lowered into the roaster with my back to the coals. Before the lid was closed I
looked to the side and saw the huge crowd of guests gathered around to see me
go into the roaster: fathers had their kids on their shoulders so they could
see. The last thing I saw before the top was lowered was Bernadette and the
kids. I looked up at Kirk he looked at me and began to lower the lid. Just as
the lid was closed and I heard Kirk say that dinner is on schedule and we would
be eating at six o'clock. I was able to see out of the roaster. I was watching
people watch me as I was beginning to cook, this is the most unusual and
exiting sensation I have ever had...fitting that it will also be my last.

That brings you up to speed with what has happened to me up to this time, the
heat is incredible in here and I am having a hard time staying awake, I am
going to die soon, I knew this was coming and now that it is a reality I am
scared of it. I suppose I can't really complain I have my wish, not many people
can honestly say that they have lived their fantasy. I am lucky in many ways,
this experience had granted me true friends, and shown me that sacrifice, and
giving are beautiful things. I know there are people who are reading this who
will not understand, but I know that there are people that are reading this who
do and this is for them. Dreams are a special and evasive and, thanks to
Bernadette and Kirk have mine.

Writers note: this following segment is actually the second half of the story
and begins after Michael is already being prepared for the night's meal.


Part 2 - Day of the Party

"Shit, I can't believe this! I was supposed to be there at 0:00 this morning
and here I am at 12:00 and I still am half an hour away. Bernadette is going to
kill me." Nancy thought to herself as she pushed her corvette up to 80 miles
per hour.

Nancy had been driving all night to get to her cousins in Phoenix. She was
exited because she had been told that this time there would be a roast. No more
waiting, the 11 year drought was over...if she could only get there. 12:30 and
Nancy pulled into the driveway of Kirk and Bernadette's (Bernie to her friends)
she turned the car off and quickly got out and ran to the door and rang the
bell.

Kirk answered the door.

"Well, you decided to show up eh?" he stated sarcastically.

"Hey, Kirk I have been driving all night to get here." Nancy replied "I am
lucky I got here at all. Where is that cousin of mine?"

"She's in the kitchen getting the roast ready for the barbecue. Can you believe
it we have one this year." Kirk looked overjoyed.

"Was is a he or a she? Nancy asked.

"It was a he. His name was Michael." Kirk replied "he should be a good one,
Bernie figures he should roast up at about 120 pounds."

"Did it give you any problems, remember how that one 11 years ago freaked out?"
Nancy asked

"Nope, it was well behaved, a little scared but wouldn't you be." Kirk went on
to say "even during the show roast it was pretty quiet and it died after only
about 10 minutes, so it was nice and cool for Bernie to work on."

"I think I'll go and see for myself," Nancy excused herself and proceeded to
the kitchen.

"Hi, cousin, I make it in one piece.' Nancy exclaimed as she entered the
kitchen

Bernie was working on Michael's carcass with a two other women. They were quite
far along, Michael was gutted and cleaned, and the women were in the process of
cutting off his feet and hands.

"Nancy, God I was worried about you." Bernadette sounded very relieved to see
her cousin " I didn't know what could have happened. I was going to give it a
few more minutes and call the highway patrol."

"I'm fine, now what can I do to help." Nancy asked

"Why don't you help me finish off preparing the roast." Bernadette suggested
"Kylie, why don't you and Larisa take care of the salad and potatoes."

Nancy walked over to the pantry and took out an apron tied it on and came up to
the island that was being used as a makeshift butchering block.

"What should I do?" she asked. "You look like you are almost finished."

"Why don't you take the head off, but keep it in good shape, someone might want
to take it home. The saw is in the sink."

Nancy picked up the saw from the sink placed it about two inches below
Michael's Adams Apple and began to saw. It took her only a couple of minutes
before she had severed the head cleanly from the body.

"What should I do with his head, Bernie?" She asked

"Fill the sink with water and soak it for a while," Bernadette responded "we
don't have to do anything with it. This is one of those 'just in case' things."

After Nancy had finished filling the sink and putting Michael's head in the
warm water she came back over to where Bernadette was working.

"Kirk told me that this one, his name was Michael right? was really well
behaved, was he?" Nancy asked "I can't imagine anyone being well behaved in the
face of being eaten."

"You know, he was. We got him over the Internet he was easy to convince, he
didn't wine or cry at the end. I don't think we will get one like this again."
Bernie looked up at her " I actually think he enjoyed being part of this. He
was scared at the end but I really think he was happy knowing that he would be
the center of attention today. He asked if he could join us, I said no, but in
a way he is."

"It takes all kinds, but it looks like he will be a great roast." Nancy
replied.

"Doesn't he though. I think he is perfect.. not too fat, not too skinny...if
you can monitor your volunteer for a while like we did with Michael and control
the diet and stuff they always make for a better roast," Bernadette said
proudly as she spooned a heap of stuffing into the opening in the roast's
abdomen. "I can't wait to see how he turns out. Why don't you get his balls
ready, the honey is in the big pantry. You are going to enter the raffle aren't
you?" she asked.

"Of course I am, I hope I win this time." Nancy said dejectedly "I deserve
these after the day I have had." Nancy proceed to make a small incision in the
center on the scrotum, the then poured a generous amount of honey into the sack
before sewing it shut.

"Actually Nancy I think I deserve them, I've been shaving them for the last 11
weeks. And on top of that they are pretty nice, I have to admit I enjoyed
shaving Michael as much as he enjoyed being shaved."

"We'll see about that Bernie, there are at least 8 or 9 others in the raffle so
who knows, the odds are against us." Nancy said as Bernadette finished heaping
the last bit of stuffing that would fit into Michael's now fully stuffed torso.

Together the two proceeded to open three bottles of wine and pour it into the
stuffing. After the bottles were emptied Bernadette sewed the abdomen shut.
Nancy finished helping Bernadette drive the spit through Michael's stuffed body
the two took a moment to survey their accomplishment. Michael's form was
unmistakably human even without a head. Bernadette thought to herself that the
idea of calling humans used as meat 'long pigs' was silly, if the person
contributing their meat accepted their fate why try to change what they are?

"Michael would be proud to see what we have accomplished with his body" She
stated proudly as she called the other two women in the kitchen over to see the
finished product. "I think he will be an absolutely wonderful roast."

"Well ladies, we will be putting him on shortly. Only one more thing for us to
do." Nancy began to say as she handed a sauce brush to each woman present. "get
your brushes ready and let's baste."

The two men at the door looked at Nancy and she instructed them to put the
roast on the kitchen rack so that it could receive its first basting in
Bernadette's special barbecue sauce. The men came over to Michael's spitted
form, picked it up and placed it on the rack. Bernadette them asked them to
leave the kitchen.

"This is something for us to be proud of." Bernadette said confidently. "Let's
do this together."

Each woman took their brush dipped it in sauce and lovingly brushed a generous
amount of sauce on to Michael. Not an inch was missed. When the roast had been
basted to Bernadette's satisfaction she called for the men to come back into
the kitchen.

"Ok guys, put him on and set the rotisserie to medium speed." She told them
"and make sure that the lid is closed all the way. Oh yeah keep the glass clean
so the guests can see in, I don't want anyone to miss a thing."

The two men picked up Michael's spitted body and took it out to the barbecue
for roasting. The women watched from the door as the guests looked upon the
site before them with amazement. Not a single person failed to take notice of
the roast as it was laced in the barbecue and the lid lowered. Bernadette then
saw people congratulating Kirk, this made her feel good for her husband. Under
her breath she said 'thank you Michael, thank you so much' to herself.

The rest of the afternoon was spent visiting with the guests. Michael was
barbecuing nicely, every half an hour Bernadette would stop the rotisserie and
baste the roast. Every time Bernadette opened the barbecue she was practically
in awe of her accomplishment. There were times over the course of the past 11
weeks that she wasn't sure if she would have been able to go through with
Michael's immanent fate, she didn't think that she would develop a relationship
with him.. but she did. However everything was different today, she found that
her love of Michael made her take a pride in his preparation she had not
anticipated. Carefully preparing him well was her most sincere way of saying
thank you for all he had done and was still doing for her and her family.
Bernadette could tell that the guests were getting hungry and the fantastic
scent of Michael's barbecuing meat didn't make it easy....Michael smelled
wonderful. Every time she would baste Michael someone would approach her inhale
deeply and ask how long until he would be ready. Bernadette would tease them by
only replying "soon, pretty soon." Before the day was over everyone present
would be able to partake of the meal of the decade, possibly of a lifetime.

Five o'clock Bernadette lifted the lid on the barbecue, Michael was now a
beautiful golden brown color. Bernadette was relieved that she would not have
to brown the roast on her inside oven because that would take time and the
guests were getting anxious. Bernadette poked the meat it seemed quite firm,
and cooked. She called Nancy over to the barbecue.

"Nancy, do you think he is ready?" Bernadette inquired. "He feels ready, at
least as far as I can tell. What do you think?"

Nancy poked Michael's thigh and rump a couple of times.

"You bet, he's ready." Nancy then said. "Bernie, why don't we just glaze him
here on the barbecue? Why bother going inside?"

"Ok I can live with that." Bernie then went into the house and retrieved two
brushes and the final roasting glaze. The two them proceeded to give Michael
his "show coat" as they were brushing the glaze on Nancy looked at Bernadette
mischievously.

"Will you look at his cock and balls Bernie, don't they look scrumptious?"
Nancy said as she applied glaze to the golden brown scrotum and penis. "Someone
here is going to be so lucky, god I can just taste them now."

"You might get them you know," Bernadette said "don't count yourself out yet."
Bernadette applied the last of the glaze and closed the lid.

"Twenty minutes everyone." Nancy called out. "Get to your tables."

As the guests went to their tables the four women who had been preparing the
meal arranged everything on a long buffet style table in front of the head
table. Bernadette then had the rack where Michael would be set placed directly
in front of the head table. When the time came Michael's glossy golden body was
lifted out of the barbecue and placed on the rack, he was then cut open and his
stuffing was put in a large serving bowl at the end of the serving table.
Copious amounts of steam rose from the stuffing and out of Michael's
abdomen...all the guests were salivating at the thought of finally after 11
long years to be able to enjoy the exotic flavor of a human roast. When
everyone was in their places Kirk walked up to the roast.

"Firstly I would like to thank all of you for being loyal to our heritage and
loyal to this occasion." Kirk began. "Through out our groups existence some of
us have been to many events while many of us are at their first. I present to
you this beautiful meal, and this beautiful roast as an example of our
dedication and respect for each other. I must ad that if it were not for
Michael whom you all had the pleasure of meeting this morning and whose gift
you all will be able to enjoy shortly this wouldn't be possible. Out of respect
for him I ask that you savor his meat, and appreciate his gift."

Kirk then took a long handled fork and carving knife and proceeded to cut
slices of meat from the rump on the roast. As he cut a slice he took it to the
head table (Kirk, Bernadette, Nancy, Adriana and Todd were at the head table)
after the first five slices were cut Kirk looked at Bernadette who stood up.

"Now ladies the moment you have been waiting for." Bernadette said to the crowd
as she placed her hand into the bucket with the names of all the women present.
"The special parts go to......Adriana?" Bernadette was shocked, so many of the
women here had been to many parties and had never won and Adriana won at her
very first.

Adriana was also shocked, but very happy, she couldn't believe her luck.
Bernadette called her down to the roast and told her to hold out her plate. As
Adriana held her plate out, Bernadette sliced Michael's penis off neatly as
close to the pubic bone as she could. Next she sliced the scrotum off she then
sliced it open and placed each testicle on Adriana's plate. Adriana looked at
her prizes and thanked her mother.

"Let's give her a bit of congratulations," Bernadette said. The guests gave a
brief round of applause to the girl who by now had settled back into her seat.

"Auntie Nancy," Adriana whispered "you can have one on the balls and a piece of
cock if you want, I know you like them. But I want the head, mom says it is the
best part of a roasted cock."

"Thanks Adriana, I would really appreciate that." Nancy whispered back "I'll
sneak you some wine later.....deal?"

"Deal" Adriana agreed excitedly.

"Ok everyone" Kirk told the guests "don't let him get cold, plenty for
everyone, enjoy" With Kirk's blessing the guests began to line up for a piece
of roast at this most memorable of barbecues.