Chef Jeff
A boy decides not to let his life go to waste at the bottom of a river.
Warning: Cooking vore, snuff, male on cub sex, and gore.
To say that Gordon was in sore shape, would have been an understatement. His arm was broken, blood ran from the corner of his mouth, and he was sporting a puffy black eye. Even with his injuries he zig zagged his way through the streets, finding his way down a back alley, to a large green door. Hoe he'd managed to stay on his feet that long was nothing short of a miracle, but that energy faded the second he looked up at that green door. He gulped as he looked up at it, he knew where it lead, and he knew he wouldn't come out if he crossed that threshold, but that was why he was there after all. The hippo fell to his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks as he used his good arm to pound against the door. "Please!" He shouted, "Let me in!" His tears grew stronger, "I can't take it... I can't take him anymore, let me in!" The door opened, and a wolverine wearing a blood stained apron walked into view. "Kid, I don't know what you think this is, but if I were you, I'd scram before it's too late." The larger creature went to shut the door, but Gordon slammed his body against the door to stop him. "I know what this place is." He said defiantly. "That's why I'm here." He looked up at the wolverine his puffed up black and blue eye throbbing in the dim light of the alley. "I know what you guys do... and I want it done to me. I'm tired of running only to be picked up by the cops, and thrown back to my dad so he can do it again." He reached forward and grabbed the wolverine's apron. "Please let me in." The chef looked down at the boy, a little stunned about what to say. In all his years not a single cub had come to him, and asked to walk through his door. "You do know once you walk through this door, you won't be walking back out?" Gordon nodded, "Yes, I know. Now please let me in before my dad catches back up."The wolverine stepped to the side, and the plump hippo quickly made his way in. The hippo looked on in a mixture of awe and horror at the kitchen around him. There were chefs shouting at each other as the sounds of the kitchen and banging metal clattered all around him. It would have been like any kitchen, if not for what they were cooking. Around him on the preparation tables and counters were cubs all around his age, some much younger some much all older, all about to share the same fate; to become food for paying customers. He watched as a Saint Bernard pup was beheaded in front of him, a fountain of blood erupting from his neck, before he fell limp to the floor. A bear and badger swooped in, sliced open his still warm belly to let his steaming insides spill out into a sink, as they began to skin him for his fur. He glanced around and saw a rhino, maybe a little older then himself, being prepped for the oven. They tied him down to a tray, his arms and legs were tucked underneath him and tears were rolling down his cheeks as they put two apples on his horns, one in his muzzle, and then began stuffing his ass with various types of veggies and stuffing. "I'm Jeff by the way, who are you little one?" He asked with a soft smile that seemed out of place with the pain and gore going on around them. "I'm Gordon." The hippo replied. "Well Gordon, it's nice to meet you." He paused for a second, "So, are you sure you know what you're getting yourself into?" "Mostly..." he replied. "I know how the government started these places to help fend off over population, and the cubs born without proper clearance are sent here to be..." he gulped, "eaten..." "That's true, so why would you choose to end your life this way?" Gordon paused for a second as he thought it over, "Well..." he said as he bit his lower lip, "Because I knew I was going to die tonight... if you hadn't of let me in, I was going to find the nearest bridge... and walk off. I figured at least if I came here, I could be warm for the last few hours of my life." Jeff squatted down, and put his knuckle on the hippo's chin, lifting it to make the boy look him in the eyes. "Well Gordon, I'm going to make sure these last few hours are the best ones you've ever had." He licked the kid's snout, and stood back up. "Well first things first, we need to get you processed." He lead Gordon into a room away from the kitchen. The walls were white, and hand cabinets lining them with garnet counter tops, that matched the island in the center. Jeff walked over to Gordon, and lifted him up on the kitchen island. Gordon shrieked in pain as he felt pressure on his arm, the slightest touch was like pins and needles. "Oh that isn't good..." Jeff said as he walked over to one of the cabinets and pulled down a shot of anesthetic, and some scissors. He walked back over to the hippo, and cut his shirt off, so he could get a better look at the kid's arm. He numbed it up, and began to fiddle with it, "That's defiantly broken... I'm going to have to cast it." He walked over to the cabinets and pulled out what looked like a roll of gaze, and a bottle of water. "Under normal circumstances we could use something a little more permanent, but because you'll be getting cooked up sooner or later, I'm going to use something I developed along with the other cooks. It's a sugar like substance we can form into cloth, but once we add water it hardens. I don't think it'd stand up to the test of time, but for things like this it's an amazing quick fix." He held the boy's arm out straight as he began to wrap it up, adding layer after layer, weaving it between his fingers so he could still use them, and then he squirted the water over the top of it, Instantly the sugar molecules solidified, forming the gaze into a hard cast. Gordon wiggled his fingers and looked down at the new cast, he waited until the wolverine's back was turned, and he bent down to lick the cast to see if what Jeff had said was true, and indeed the thing tasted just like a giant ball of sugar. "Neat!" He said happily as he let his legs hang off the edge of the island, his feet gently swaying as he did. "Okay kiddo, I need you to strip off the rest of your clothes." Jeff said as he began to wash his sticky sugar covered paws. Gordon lifted up his cast cover paw and wiggled his fingers, "Uh... I think that might be a problem..." Jeff chuckled, "Silly me... I guess I'll have to help you then." He walked back over to Gordon, and laid him down on the table. He took off his apron a showing how he had nothing on underneath, he grabbed a silver ring with flashing little LEDs, and ran a paw over the hippos belly. It was so soft and plump, this one was going to cook up nice... He reached down to the boy's jeans, and slid them off, boxers and all. The chef stood between the boy's legs, his dick throbbing from the mere sight of that naked grey skinned hippo. He put his paws on either side of the boy, and began kissing down his belly. "Wh...what are you doing?" Gordon asked with a shudder of pleasure, "It's all part of the procedure, just relax." That was a lie of course, but Gordon didn't need to know that. Jeff gave the boy's blond pubic bush a nuzzle with his nose, before he took the boy's orbs in his muzzle and started to suckle on them gently. Gordon moaned as he felt that warm muzzle wrapped around his balls, the man's bushy muzzle tickling his skin, and making him squirm with pleasure's he'd never felt before. Jeff watched as the boy's dick began to throb before his eyes. He loved the taste of the boy's orbs in his muzzle, if he wasn't so professional he would have bit down then and there, but sadly he had a business to run. He waited until that little dick was throbbing in front of him, harder than it ever must have been, and he slapped the ring around the boy's bits, and slid the boy's balls from his muzzle. Gordon sat up panting, looking down at the strange blinking ring around his cock and balls, "What's that thing?" Jeff wiped the drool from his lips, and began searching through the cupboards. "It's to stop you from cumming... and in the event a customer wants to take a sample from you... by eating one of your nuts or your dick that will inject a pain killer into you and stop the pain. But that's only if they want to fork over the extra cash for the sampling. Since damaging you makes the price of your meat go down, we way over charge for such things." Gordon touched his dick, and whined as he realized there was no release for the pleasure building inside of him. "Will I get to cum?" He asked hopefully. "I don't know kiddo, it's up to the customer." Gordon replied as he brought down a tube filled with some kind of strange clear jelly. "Flip on your belly, bud." Gordon did as he was told, though he had to tuck his cock out behind him as he did. He bit his lower lip as that cold stone rubbed against his sensitive prick. The wolverine walked behind him, and took out a generous helping of the Crisco, and starred down at the boy's rear, those two round mounds of gray flesh were going to make such a beautiful roast. It's almost a shame he isn't going to get to spend more time with them. "Something you should know, hun..." The wolverine licked his lips, "Our guests are encouraged to fuck our meals as many times as they want before one gets bought, the cum helps flavor the meal... have you ever been with another male? Or ever had anything in..." the wolverine grabbed a hold of the hippo's rump, and squeezed, getting a good feel for his flesh, "here?" Gordon shook his head no, and Jeff saw a blush grow over the boy's face. "I haven't..." the boy said with a gulp. "What's it going to be like?" "Would you like me to show you?" Gordon looked back past his beautiful curves at the large gutted wolverine behind him. His eyes almost pledging, "Would you?" The wolverine smiled, "It'd be my honor." He crawled up on the counter, he knew it would support his weight. Normally though, the kid would be screaming, and struggling more at this point. He grabbed the kids hips, and lifted him up on his knees. He spread open those plump grey cheeks, and smeared the Crisco on the little orifice that lay between. The wolverine sank his finger into that kid's hole, making the little hippo moan with pleasure. He pulled his finger out, and smeared more of that Crisco on his dick before he moved in closer, and pressed the head of his pecker to that kid's opening. He slowly pressed forward, letting the kid slowly open up to his girth. Jeff leans forward, letting his belly gently rest against the kids back, while his paw goes under him to fondle his pudgy frame. When he grips one of the hippo's boy tits, he shuddered, and he felt the kid's anal ring squeeze around the head of his dick. The wolverine began to kiss the back of Gordon's neck as he thrust in, making the kid cry out in passion. Normally this would have torn any pup open, but the cock ring was sending a muscle relaxant coursing through the kids system. He began to thrust his dick in and out of the squirm grey mass underneath him, feeling every, twitch, move, and bob. He could feel the pent up need building inside of the kid now, as it was building in him. That kid's hot hole squeezed on his dick better than his paw or any other adult ever could, it was just heaven. The chef wanted to whisper in the kids ear about how much of a good meal he'd make, how good he was going to look squirming in the oven with a ass dripping with cum, and how much money he was going to make. But something about this kid stopped him, he would have normally been a bastard, taking what he wanted. But Gordon was so sweet, he wasn't here because he wanted to be, he volunteered, and that made it sweeter somehow. He felt his balls slap against that sweet greyrump, making the kid's cock twitch with every hit of his little pleasure knot. Jeff growled above the kid before he pulled out, and began stroking his dick as fast as he could, before his face scrunched up, and he shot thick ropes cum over the hippo's back and ass. He stood there panting for a moment, and smiled down at his handy work with the boy. "I think you're ready." he smiled down at the boy, "you look cute enough to eat like that by the way." That comment made the hippo blush. The wolverine's thick limp dick dribbled on the cold floor as he walked over to the door, he poked his head out, and said something the hippo couldn't understand. A cart pushed by a ferret came through the door with a serving tray on top of it. Jeff helped move Gordon on top of it, keeping him in his on knees position. "You're going to have to stay like this unless asked otherwise, okay?" The hippo nodded, "Okay then, I'll be seeing you soon hun, and when I do, I promise to make everything easy for you." "Thank you... you're the only person that has ever tried to make anything easy for me."Jeff felt like tearing up, but he slapped the ferret on the rump, and the two disappeared out into the kitchen. Gordon saw the rhino from before inside of one of the large ovens, his eyes had been removed from his skull, and replaced with two large kiwis and his face was contorted with pain. They rolled out into the main dining room, the carpet was red as blood, and white cloth covered tables, with all different kinds of dinners enjoying various stages of their meals. Some meals were still sizzling fresh, while others were almost bones. He was carted to the back wall where other meals were waiting to be selected. There was a bear, a deer, and bull calf all tied down in different positions and gagged. Tears streamed down their cheeks, cum dribbled from all there asses, and covered their bodies. The bear and deer both were missing one of their nuts, and the calf was being sized up by a tiger couple, they whispered back and forth before they called for the waiter to come over. They told him how they wanted their beef prepared, and he was wheeled off into the kitchen. Gordon watched as the calf screamed into his gag, thrashing against his bounds as the fear of his fate truly coursed through him. He watched as the boy was wheeled back to the kitchen, he saw the predators turn their head, and sniff the air, as if they could smell the fear the calf was generating. "Oh Hans!" Someone shouted in a soft energetic tone, "Look, this one isn't gagged." Gordon's head snapped back to what was going on around him. A very effeminate Nordic pony, and butch looking Clydesdale had gathered on either side of him. "He's just the cutest thing!" the Nordic pony said with glee as he rubbed the wolverine's cum over the hippo's grey back. "What's your name little guy?" The larger Clydesdale rolled his eyes, "Now honey, you shouldn't get to attached to our food. You remember the last time, I spent all that money on a fresh fox, spent weeks getting him in shape, and then when dinner time came, you didn't have the heart to eat him." The older horse said, before he snorted, and tried to push his companion over to the other choices. "Oh but Hans! This is different," The pony protested, "Can we at least fuck him? He's too cute not to." The horse snorted in protest, but gave in, "Fine Dota darling, but if we fuck him, he's off the menu. I want you to actually eat tonight." The Clydesdale said sternly as he stomped one of his massive hooves. The Nordic pony giggled softly, and he batted his eyes at the larger horse, "Thank you Hans." Dota said in an almost sing song tone. "Just be happy your ass is tight, or I would have had you for dinner years ago." Hans said as he gave his lovers as a firm pat as he shooed him towards the hippo on the tray in front of them. Dota asked as he took a step behind the hippo's large soft rear. "Flip on your back sweetie." Dota said as he began to undo the buttons on his dress pants, letting them fall around his ankles, and his massive horse dick spring out in front of him. The next thing Gordon knew he had the second biggest dick he'd seen all night shoved up his rear, and the first biggest inside of his muzzle. He could taste every inch of that Clydesdales dick as it thrusted in and out of his throat. The two pony's above him teased, and whispered to each other as they fucked him for all he was worth. He rocked back and forth between those two horse dicks, his mind getting lost in the new feelings of pleasure surging through his body, something in the back of his head was screaming that this should hurt and be horrifying, but the band around his dick made every moment fantastic. It wasn't too long before the Nordic pony pulled out of the hippo's abused ass, and shot his load across the hippo's stomach and chest. He reached out with his three fingered hooves, and began to rub his cum into the hippo's flesh, adding a new coating of glaze to his skin, before he walked over to his lover. Hans pulled the dick from the hippo's muzzle, and Dota reached down and began to stroke it. The Clydesdale whinnied as he cupped Dota's ass in his hoof, and shoved a finger inside of the small pony. His face scrunched up, and he let out a powerful neigh, he shot a massive load across the hippo, adding to his partner's cum. The two kissed, there muzzles interlocking and sharing a passionate kiss in the middle of the restaurant as Hans's fingers explored his lover's insides. They cleaned themselves up, and they went on to select the deer for their dinner, they wanted to keep it in the family tonight. The night went on much the same, as new cubs were wheeled out, and others were wheeled back to the kitchen. At least three more couples came up to him, and gave him the same treatment that the horse couple did. It was nearing the end of the night, and Gordon was covered in cum and sweet. The hippo was exhausted, everything was sore, he couldn't of imagined how it would have felt without the painkillers surging through him. A fat alligator was talking to the ferret waiter, they whispered back in hushed tones as if trying to prevent Gordon from hearing them. The gator was wearing a black three piece suit, that had too of been hand crafted for him, he had a bolo tie with the tusk from a boar as the clasp. The croc walked over to hippo, running his meaty claws along the hippo's side down to his plump thigh where he gave it a hard squeeze. "Well, well, well," He said in a deep sing song tine, "I say waiter," he said. "I do 'tink I found my family's meal for 'da night. My cousins are always ravin' 'bout how good this 'ere 'ippo meat is, I 'tink it's about time we tried it." "Yes sir, Mister Orillon," Pip replied as he walked over to the cart, "Anyway you would like him pre-pared?" The gator licked his lips, and let out a deep menacing hiss, "The cook knows 'wat we like, I'm sure 'e'll come up 'wit sometin' that will make my family die from delight." The ferret nodded, and wheeled Gordon back to the kitchen. Along the way he saw the fates of the calf and the deer. The little bull had been cooked into a fine roast, what was left of him laid in a pan surrounded by an abundance of carrots, potatoes, and broth. He was almost swimming in it. His horns had been sliced off, and turned into drinking horns for the lion couple. They were nestled close to each other, occasionally nibbling on the bits of stakes that were left on their plate, and drinking from each other's horns. The deer was now mostly bones, it's hard to say how he'd been cooked from the carnage, but Dota and Hans were playfully tickling and teasing the dead deer's dick as they stroked each other off, and let their hooves play with each other bodies. He was pushed into the kitchen where he was greeted by a familiar face, "Well look who decided to join us! I was starting to think you were going to go bad sitting out there, and I was going to have to toss you out." The old gruff wolverine said teasing. "heheh not tonight! Looks like a mister... I think Orillon decided to pick me up." Said the hippo with a happy tone. "Yeah that was him, boss. He said you'd know what he wanted." Jeff's heart sank in his chest as he heard that name, he knew the gator had certain... tastes... that were going to make it hard for him to take it easy on Gordon. "Thanks, Pip. Best get back out there." He added before the ferret left. He gave a weary smile down at the hippo boy, "Well best we get started, you know what they say about idle paws... though I do think I am the devils plaything sometimes." He said with a chuckle as he wheeled Gordon over to the preparation tables. He helped the boy up on the counter, and he began to gather supplies, the first was a shaver. "First thing I gotta do is shave your crotch, while that blonde bush is cute... I have other plans for your dick tonight." "Aww do you have to?" Gordon asked, "It took forever for me to grow it." "Sorry kiddo." The wolverine said as he began to shave off the boy's pubes, the golden locks falling to the metal table as he went. The wolverine had to hold back a lustful growl as he got a whiff of the kids scent, and the different musks all covering his skin. That was going to cook up so nicely. When the kid was smooth he grabbed a hold of that still hard throbbing dick and gave it a few strokes, letting the thick grey foreskin turtle neck over that bulbous helmet shaped head. He licked his lips, it was really to bad he'd been picked tonight. With a few weeks of preparation he would have made a wonderful meal from himself, and the rest of his staff. But he did have a business to run. He grabbed a bottle of gel, and began smearing it in the hippo's shaggy blond hair. "Whats that?" Gordon asked. "It keeps your hair looking just like it does now, no matter what the heat is like in the oven, I would have used it on your crotch, but it makes the skin underneath taste awful. It's more for show than anything else." He grabbed a hold of the hippo's tail and gave the little blond push at the end the same treatment. He helped move Gordon into a roasting pan, and he grabbed a silver collar that looked like the one around Gordon's dick, and he flipped the switch to on. Instantly the hippo's body went limp in the pan. Gordon tried to say something, but nothing came out, his mouth wouldn't even move under his power. "Sorry kiddo, it was between this and beating your head in with a meat cleaver... you see Mister Orillon likes his meals to be alive as they cook. He likes them to watch everything happen to them, and feel every second until the heat cooks their brain into mush. He's even had me keep a few alive so they can watch as their eaten... That inhibiter collar is going to let you feel everything I do, and keep you alive as long as possible as you cook." Gordon screamed in his head, this isn't what he signed up for. He wanted to just walk into the night, to that sleep, and now he was going to feel every second, the screams in his head his only comfort. Jeff went about posing the hippo's body, tying him up, so he was holding onto the backs of his knees, and his ass cheeks were spread wide showing off that cum glazed hole and ass cheeks. Jeff forced open the hippo's muzzle, and forced an apple on each one of his developing tusks, making his muzzle stay open as he worked on the hippo's thick tongue. He pulled out the large flat piece of meat; it was quite prized for his species, being one of the few to have a tongue large enough to do anything with. He grabbed a scalpel and sliced down the left and right side of the hippo's tongue. He took the two slits and stuffed them with apples before sowing them shut, knowing the juice would flow from them, and marinade the meat as it cooked. Tears rolled down Gordon's cheeks as he felt every slice, he could tastes the apples as they mixed with his own flesh and blood, becoming a part of him. Jeff took a long metal squares, and pulled out the hippos tongue as far as it would go, and in the clasp of the hippo's lips, he pierced the width of Gordon's tongue, insuring it'd stay outside of his body as it cooked along with the rest of him. Jeff grabbed some bowls of pre-cut potatoes and carrots, and he took the scalpel and made two slits on either side of the hippo's abdomen. Gordon could feel the pain and blood run down his side, and all he could do is watch as the wolverine took the veggies, and began stuffing them inside of his body. He was becoming a thing, a meal for the gator to eat, and toss the leftovers. He watched as Jeff finished up, and sowed him up like his tongue. He could see his bulbous belly that was now filled with veggies, it hurt just to breath, every breath felt like someone was squeezing on his insides, and they wouldn't let go. The wolverine walked away for a minute re-turning with a plate with two small oval shaped tomatoes... Oh god no! Gordon screamed in his head... he'd seen those before, and he knew just what was going to happen to him. The wolverine came at him slowly, a soft uneasy smile on his face as he looked into the hippos crying eyes. He put his thumbs over those blue watery orbs, and pressed down. Gordon's vision went blurry at first, but soon nothing but blackness followed, his body screamed with pain as that pressure built until finally. Pop. Gordon knew what happened the second he felt the bloody pulp filled tears begin to run down his face. He could feel the wolverine poking around inside of his eye sockets as he cleared out extra pulp, and then shoved the tomatoes inside. Jeff looked down at his creation, it was getting there, but it still wasn't ready yet. He grabbed a syringe filled with a sweet liquid similar to icing, and three apples. He pealed two of the apples, and shoved them inside of the hippo's rear, after taking the pony that night they easily slipped inside. He made a notch along the outside of the apple, so when he pressed it inside of the hippo, the anal ring would slip around it, and hold everything inside. As he slipped it in the hippo, Gordon groaned as he felt that pressure add to the veggies already filling his body cavity. Jeff rubbed the boy's taint, digging in deep with his fingers until he found the hippo's prostate. He took the syringe, and pressed the needle through his grey skin into that pleasure bulb deep inside. He emptied the needle inside the hippo, before he repeated the process twice more. Next he grabbed a hold of the hippo's nuts and gave them the same treatment, expanding them to twice their original size. The wolverine took two electrodes the size of a quarter, attached them to the boy's taint, and the cock ring wrapped around his package. The next thing Gordon knew is he was moving, he felt as if he was flying through the air, before he was met by a blast of heat. Soon he was surrounded in the fire, he didn't need to see what was happening to know what was going on. He was in the oven. He could feel the heat licking at his body, the worst of which was on his back as the metal of the pan began to heat up. Thoughts raced through his head. This was what he wanted, at least this way he knew the end result, even if he wanted to back out, and keep on living with his monster of a father it was to late. Gordon didn't think any doctor could fix him now. His goose was cooked. As time went on his thoughts become more jumbled, and the pain started to fade as the nerve endings started to fade from his skin. Soon his mind was nothing, maybe the size of a lizards, only relaying on the sensory information. He felt cold wash over his skin as the oven opened, and he felt the pressure of a brush along his skin halfway into his ordeal. Soon after the breath faded from his body, and he slipped into the sleep he would never awake from. He made his journey to death that he had sought for, freeing him from the pain of his world, and hopefully letting him step into the light of another.
Mister Gaston Orillon and his family sat around one of the larger tables in the resturanunt. His wife was at his left side, followed by their two children, Samantha who was no more than five, and her brother Virgil who was around ten, just like Gordon was. They all watched with anticipation as the ferret rolled in a cart with a large metal serving tray, covered with a massive lid to seal the meal inside. Pip rolled to the table, and slid the tray inside. The gators began to hiss as his paw reached up, inching towards the lid, before he wrapped his fingers around it, and lifted it off. The gators were all blasted with a wave of heat and smells as the perfectly cooked hippo came into view. His skin was cooked to a perfect golden brown, and his body dripped with grease and fat that had seeped from his body during the process. His anal star still clung tightly to that apple in his ass, and the look of pain and fear covering his face was too delightful. "I must say, 'de chef really out did 'em self this times. Please send my regards as always. You can be on your way now, if we need anytin' I'll lettcha know." Gaston said with a dismissive wave. Pip nodded, and headed on his way. Gaston took his fork and knife, and went between the piece of meat that stuck up from between the hippo's chunky thighs. He stabbed the shaft of the hippo's dick with his fork, and he brought the knife down to the metal ring around his plump well cooked package. The second his knife touched the metal ring, it flipped an electrical switch that sent a jolt of electricity surging into the hippo's taint. It forced what was left of his muscles to contract, and Gordon's cum along with the icing spurt out of his cooked dick, spraying across his chest and belly, adding the perfect topping to the cooked hippo. The gators cheered as they saw this, all clapping and applauding, before diving into their meal.