Josie, Again

Josie comes down from his on-site little house to find a note from Mr. Henkel taped to his door, telling him to report to his office before starting work.

Mr Henkel was sitting at his desk, doing some paperwork. Rex was flopped on his side with his head on Mr Henkel's foot. He raised his large dark eyes to look at Josie when he came in, whining once and thumping his tail in greeting.

Josie smiles at his boss-cum-lover, and goes over to greet Rex, petting the dogboy's head and telling him sweet doggie nothings. "Good morning, sir. You wanted to see me?"

"Yes, thank you for coming. I have an important dinner tonight with clients who want to invest. I was hoping you could help me with the catering for the dinner I had planned." Mr Henkel smiled down at Josie and his oldest pet-boy.

Rex made happy dog-groans, rolling onto his back and offering his belly to Josie.

Josie rubs Rex's belly, before turning his full attention to his employer. "Ah, of course, sir. I don't have much experience with that sort of thing..."

"You don't need to. Do you know what nantaimori is?"

Rex whines when Josie stops petting.

Josie laughs at the eager pooch and starts petting him again. "Ah, no sir. I'm afraid I don't..."

"Well, you'll be the center-piece of the table, I'll let you find out for yourself." He chuckled. "The chef is already in the kitchen, let him do what he needs to do with you."

Josie thinks he means that he'll be talking to clients, and isn't entirely sure what the chef has to do with anything. "Yes sir. I'll see you this evening, then?" He scratches Rex under the chin.

"You will indeed. Be good, Josie." Mr Henkel patted his employee's butt as he turned to go. Rex followed Josie to the door, then went back to his Master's feet with a little dog sigh.

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Josie makes his way to the kitchen, a place he's never had reason to go before, and presents himself to a man in a tall, white chef's hat. He can see that several of the food pets are being prepared for the evening's dinner.

The chef gets him to shower, sending him away with one of the groomers. The groomer used the dog-boy shower, shaving every hair on Josie's body - except for the hair on his head. He gets scrubbed and dried quite thoroughly.

Josie is very confused by all this, but assumes that Mr. Henkel just wants him extra clean for meeting the clients. When they start shaving him, he finally asks, "Um...excuse me? Why are you shaving my...down there?"

"No one wants hair in their food, sweetie." the man smiled.

Josie gives the man a blank look, then looks horrified. "...food?"

"Yes, they'll be serving on you." he said blankly. "Didn't they tell you?"

Josie shakes his head. "...what exactly does that mean?" he asks, looking anxiously at meat boys being given a similar treatment.

"You'll have food laid out on you, like a platter?"

"Oh!" Josie laughs with relief, then blushes. "...naked? Why?"

"It's some big fad right now, I don't know sweetie." the groomer continued to shave him in intimate places.

Josie squirms a bit, anxiously watching the razor on his delicate bits. "Thanks..." he says, blushing. Although part of him -does- like the thought of Mr. Henkel eating off his naked body, and watching other rich, powerful men do the same.

The groomer finished with him, sending him to the chef wearing only little plastic booties, same as the meat-boys. Josie was given a few leashes and led the boys to the chef. "You, lay on the table."

Josie, a little intimidated by the chef and still quite bewildered, thinks the man is referring to one of the boys, and he starts to lift one of them onto the table.

"No, not them. You!" the chef grabs the boy off the table, handing him roughly to one of his cooks. "You lay on the table. In the middle."

"Oh. Sorry." Josie blushes and hops onto the table, delicately covering his completely exposed privates.

"Hands at your sides." the chef arranged him artistically, giving him a little Japanese pillow. "Don't move." he disappears for a moment.

Josie sighs, a rather bewildered expression on his face, and does his best to obey.

The chef reappears, with a tray of sushi. He starts placing them all over Josie in intricate color patterns. He covers the boy's nipples with ginger, laying out chopsticks and sake all around him.

Josie squirms as the chilled sushi touches him, trying not to giggle as the ginger juice tickles, running down his sides, trying to watch everything going on around him.

"Stay still." the chef tells him irritably. He starts drizzling sauce over the sushi and Josie's skin.

Josie nods, looking a little pouty and very confused and trying very, very hard not to squirm as he's drizzled, especially when it reaches a sensitive area.

The chef frowns at him, taking something that looks like an icing bag and leaning over Josie's cock. Soon afterwards the boy feels a burning sensation.

"Ow!" Josie starts to sit up, frowning a little at the chef.

The chef pushes him down, slapping his face gently. "Stay still. It's only wasabi."
"Ow...." Josie says, frowning but lying back, trying to get used to the sensation. "...why are you putting wasabi on my...there?"

"Well, the guests might like it for their sushi." the chef smirked. "If you keep moving I will tie you down, so please stay still."

"T-tie me down...?" Josie looks concerned again. "...how exactly will they be -getting- it on their sushi?" he wonders aloud.

The chef indicated the chopsticks, turning to leave. "Keep an eye on him." he tells his cooks. Josie now has a front row seat to them impaling one of the meat-boys and turning him on a spit as he twitches and ripples. The boy's cock is hard and dripping into the fire underneath him.

Josie's eyes widen and he watches--he hadn't known they were alive when they were spitted. He can't turn away, and is shocked to find his cock hardening in response to the boy's. Of course, this releases his cock from its foreskin, leaving the sensitive hole open to wasabi-invasion. "Ow..." he wipes at his cock.

One of the cooks comes over, taking some rope and binding Josie's wrists under the table with fancy Japanese bondage. He does the same to Josie's neck and ankles, keeping the rope tight under the table so he can't move much. He wipes down the boy's cock with a wet cloth and redoes the wasabi, watching Josie's face as he makes little wasabi rosettes on the exposed and glistening head of his cock.

Josie relaxes as he's bound, to his surprise. He hasn't done much bondage before, but finds he quite likes it. He flinches and bites his lip as the wasabi is artfully applied to his delicate penis.

"Do you think you'll stay hard through dinner?" the cook asked. "If you're going to get soft, I might have to reapply it."

Josie whimpers and makes a little frowny face at the chef, definitely looking concerned.

"Well?"

"Ah...I don't know...Mr...Chef..."

"Hm. Just keep watching the meat, I'm sure you'll stay hard." he chuckled.

Josie blushes. "I...ah...don't know what you mean..." He glances at the still-squirming spitted boy, feels his cock twinge, and looks away again, blushing.

"There's not much else in here to get you going." the cook chuckled, going to baste the wriggling, cooking boy. This elicited a moan from the browning boy.

Josie blushes harder and looks away. "I, uh...was thinking of something else," he says lamely.

"If you say so." the cook slid a tube into the boy's anus, pouring in some of the basting sauce.

Josie finds himself watching again, drawn to the movement. He moans softly, his cock nearly touching his stomach at the sight.

"I thought as much." the cook removes the tube, plugging the boy with a small peeled onion.

The boy tied to the table bucks a little against his restraints, nibbling his lip with dismayed arousal...and realizing that he can't do anything about it as he watches the spitted boy squirm.

He watches the boy cook a little while longer, but is surprised when the boy is still looking around vacantly when they take him off the spit. They set up a little support around the table and hang the boy, still moaning and moving, above Josie so that they're looking right at each other.

Josie's eyes widen, and his cock softens a little. "He's still alive!"

"Yes, he's specially prepared. You can only eat a few inches in, but he's going to be eaten alive." the cooks explained. They fancied the boy up, doing his hair and adding garnish.

Josie nods. "...wouldn't he still be pretty...raw?" he says, trying to sound calm. His cock hardens again as he watches, and the boy seems to be enjoying himself...

"Most of him, yes. And a lot of him is rare, but some of him will be perfectly cooked. It's a lot of wasted meat, but it's worth it for the presentation, don't you think?" they left the boy over Josie. His cock was still hard and twitching, though it looked pretty cooked.

Josie nods, still a little overwhelmed. He has a sudden, vivid image of himself sucking/eating the cooked boy's cock, and he groans, bucking against the rope again, flushed with arousal and shame.

The men started to file in for the dinner, all of them dressed very well. He saw Mr Henkel give him a little smile. "Help yourselves, gentlemen, one of the best things about working here is the amount of meat-boys that I end up eating. I've put on a few extra pounds since we've gotten our chefs here." he smiled, sitting at the head of the table so he was right by Josie's head.

Josie smiles back, a little shyly, and decides that staring at the ceiling is probably the safest. He tries not to react when his boss sits so close to his face, almost looming over him.

The men start to talk over him, drinking tea and sake and helping themselves to the sushi on his body. He can feel their chopsticks brush his skin. A few of them take ginger from his nipples and a couple brush their sushi against the wasabi laid out across his cock.

The sushi-covered boy shivers lightly at every touch, every sleeve that brushes him as he's reached across. He's not having trouble keeping hard. Quite the opposite. He bites his lip to keep from moaning whenever someone takes wasabi.

Then they start to cut into the boy above him. He is rare, rare enough that his juices run down his body, pooling above Josie before finally dripping onto his exposed skin. The boy moans, actually orgasming, splashing Josie with his cum.

Josie squirms with surprise as he's covered in warm boy-grease, not quite hot enough to burn, only to be a little uncomfortable. He nearly comes himself, shocked at this and the boy's reaction to being carved alive.

Mr Henkel bent over Josie, whispering in his ear. "Cum."

Josie starts, staring wide-eyed up at his employer. He nods, and cums, splashing the boy suspended above him. He blushes furiously, turning his head to bury it in the pillow.

"Good boy." Mr Henkel chuckled, dipping his sushi in the mix of juices collecting on Josie's navel before popping it into his mouth. He reached up, moving the boy's spit so that his cock was directly over Josie's mouth.

Josie's eyes widen as the various fluids are dabbed out of his belly button, and watches what his employer is doing. His eyes look...hungry...as the gently steaming morsel is brought over his mouth.

Mr Henkel undoes the rope around Josie's neck, giving him enough slack to sit up a bit. The investors are all chuckling and clearly enjoying themselves. It's not every day you get a show like this.

Josie blushes again as he hears the noise of the other men, reminded that he's not alone with his lover. He stretches his neck a little, glad to be able to move...and not getting it.

"Suck him, Josie."

Josie's eyes widen as he stares up at the browned organ above him, and he shakes his head before he can stop himself. Pulling himself together, he raises his head, a little uncomfortably with the rest of him bound, and gingerly takes the head of the cock in his mouth. He's surprised to find it lightly seasoned with some delicious spice.

The boy above him cries out, bucking a little on the spit. His cock hardens in Josie's mouth, weakly.

Josie pulls back at the noise and movement, staring wide-eyed at the boy above him, who he had been sure was dead. He exhales, and takes the cock in his mouth a little more, eyes squeezed shut.

The men about them spoke as if this was entirely normal, watching a bound man covered in sushi blow a cooked and nearly-dead boy suspended above him. They made banter with Mr Henkel, asking if he had boys like Josie for sale, about the meat-boys, a few questions about Rex, who faithfully had his chin on his Master's lap.

Josie sighs with relief, softly, as he isn't completely the centre of attention. He finds his mouth sliding up the cock, enjoying the flavour more and more.
The boy rocks, cumming into Josie's mouth. His eyes glaze over. Josie can't tell if he's unconscious or dead.

Josie pulls back, trying to wipe his mouth, forgetting that his hands are bound. He licks his lips instead, glancing around to make sure no one is watching.

Mr Henkel gives him a little smile. "Good boy." He leans over a bit, slicing a mouthful from the head of the boy's cock and putting it in Josie's mouth.

Josie's eyes widen and for a moment it looks like he might spit it out, but he forces himself to chew. His eyes widen and he begins to chew eagerly as the delicious flavour fills his mouth.

His boss chuckles, taking a slice for himself. He sits back with a happy sigh, giving Rex a scrap of meat from the boy.

Josie feels something drip onto his face and sees pinkish grease dripping from the severed cock. He laps at it, almost eagerly, opening his mouth to catch more.
A few other men helped themselves to a bit of the boy's cock, letting more juice dribble down into Josie's open mouth.

Josie is hard again by this point, thrusting his hips as much as he can, as if offering the spicy condiment adorning his cock, happily drinking the juices.
One of the men runs his finger up Josie's cock, getting some of the wasabi and sucking it off his finger with a smirk.

The sushi platter groans, watching the man with large, pleading eyes, bucking again helplessly.

He just laughs, ignoring Josie to talk with another man. After everyone is done, Mr Henkel stands. "Well, shall we adjourn to the sitting room for coffee and dessert?" he leads the way.

Josie is, of course, still bound to the table, wearing nothing but a confused expression and a hard cock.

The cook comes back over, grinning. He doesn't untie Josie, but takes his cock in his mouth, sucking off the wasabi.

Josie groans, the spice burning his already tormented cock, somewhere between pain and pleasure. "...is he dead?" he gasps, jerking his head at the boy above him.

The cook nodded, pulling back and wiping his mouth. "I've never had one last through dinner."

Josie nods, wriggling a little. "...are you going to untie me?" he asks with a small smile.

"Yes." he said, after taking one of the remaining sushis from Josie's chest and eating it. He untied Josie and moved the spit so he could sit up.

Josie smiles. "Thank you." He stretches a little, brushing rice and sesame seeds off himself, blushing again.

"Of course. You can go have a shower if you like, your clothes should be in your room." the cook took the boy's spit down, starting to pull the spit out of the his anus slowly.

Josie's eyes close with excitement as he watches, perched on the edge of the table. "Ah...thank you..."

"Of course." he grunts, clearly pulling hard to get the spit out. Rex jumps up, putting his front legs on the table and leaning over to lick the dead boy.

"Rex!" Josie cries, a little shocked. He claps his hands to shoo the dogboy away from the dead boy.

Rex whines, giving Josie the big eyes, then starting to lick sushi sauce off his thigh.

Josie laughs and pets the incorrigible dog, smiling shyly at the chef.

Rex wags happily, still licking, though he's eyeing the boy. The chef cuts a piece from the dead boy's thigh and tosses it to Rex, who catches it, eating hungrily.

Josie watches, fascinated, watching the dogboy devour the meat. He hops down from the table. "I, uh, guess I should check on everyone. I guess someone else did my work today...."

The chef nodded, no longer paying attention. "Take the dog with you, would you?" he says, picking up the dead meat and carrying it away.

Josie nods, not sure if he should return Rex to his owner, or take him along. He gently wraps a hand around the dog's neck to keep him from following the meat, and whistles for him to follow once it's out of sight.