A Collection Of Kinks: Carnivore

The Beginning, Middle And End

The young boy had promised himself he'd no longer do this, he'd told himself that he must refrain from his forbidden lust, yet that caused his desires to grow even further. The butcher would be off work at this time, the store completely empty. Unable to control his excitement, he sped up his pace as he briskly walked down the street. Upon entering the butchers he closed the door gently behind him, so as not to alert any would-be voyeurs to his presence. Going through another door once more, this time entering through an oppressive iron plated door into the room where the raw meat was stored. Upon the mere sight of these carcasses, the boy began to breathe more heavily. The raw bloody hues if the meat clashing with the stark white of the fallen beast's ribs made the boy regrettably more aroused than he cared to admit. His breathing grew even heavier once again, his mouth dampening as he salivated inside of it, thoughts of sin shrouded the inner workings of his mind. Approaching the carcass he run his hand along the side, the steady rise and fall of the ribs combined with the smooth yet firm texture if the raw meet made the boy increasingly more excited and as his fingers intermingled with these conduits of lust the boy could feel his humanity deteriorating rapidly. An erection had been slowly swelling beneath the confines of his trousers, shackles preventing him from unleashing his inner arousal. An almighty cotton chastity belt. All at once, as if he could no longer contain his lust, the boy tore away at his trousers in a feral manner, not caring for the damage caused to his clothing. Desperate to release the primal desires he had abstained from so diligently. His bottom half was completely nude and he pounced onto his prey as if some sort of savage sexual predator. Clawing at the carcass, he thrust backwards and forwards, burling deep into the hole that had once contained a neck. He eloped with the meat with such ferocity, foam had begun to gather around the sides of his lips. He moaned with pleasure, drowning out the sound of the clattering chain holding up the dead body that was allowing this horrid discourse to take place. His cries of pleasure filled the chilled room as his pants formed frozen clouds in front of his face. This was ecstasy. Here in this room, so detached from the world beyond the door, he was free to do whatever he so desired. And he did. Ready to ejaculate he removed his erection from the neck crevice as semen escaped the tip of his penis. Arcing in the air and colliding with the raw meat. It trickled smoothly down the tendons of the deflowered carcass and dripped pleasantly onto the floor beneath it, forming an alabaster pool. The boy was pleased