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RTSYM: The Forbidden Pleasure

by: BerserkerB

"Welcome to Le Plaisir Interdit," said Francois, the head waiter and current owner of the establishment, to the guests who had just entered. "I am Francois, the head waiter. If you need anything, just ask." The poodle pressed a button on the stand in front of him. Seconds later, a waiter appeared. "This is Rodney. He will show you to your table and get your drinks."

"Right this way gentlemen." Rodney lead the guests to their table.

Francois checked the list of reservations. There were none scheduled for another hour, which would give the poodle enough time to mingle and check up on the guests. He straightened his bow-tie, adjusted the handkerchief in the breast pocket of his suit, and strolled out into the dining area.

He mingled for a bit along the side, watching the waiters dash from table to table. He licked his lips unknowingly. The waiters of Le Plaisir Interdit always had that effect on him. With an entire service staff of nude men, it was easy to get lost in the view. Of course, there was another reason why it made him lick his lips.

After a few minutes, he decided to check up on a table that had not yet ordered. He approached his guests with a stride of authority, yet kept an air of servitude about him. "Hello," he said in a cheery tune, "Is everything going okay?"

One of the patrons, a scruffy faced tiger, spoke. "Oh no trouble. We just can't decide on what to get."

Francois nodded and smiled warmly. "Perhaps I could be of some assistance." He waved over a waiter. "Fetch me Gonzalez." The waiter dashed off. A few moments later, a different waiter came back. He was a tall alligator; his body type a mixture of muscle and fat. Francois presented him to the table. "I would recommend Gonzalez for your meal. He has plenty of meat to spare, and as you can see, he is well stocked in some areas, and firm in others."

The guests at the table discussed among themselves. Gonzalez, taking a cue from Francois, spoke up. "It would be an honor to be served as your dinner. I would recommend my arm meat for stew." He flexed his arms, showing off the hidden muscles underneath his scaly hide. "But my belly, which is more fatty, would be good for steaks. Our chefs will prepare it however you wish. My ass meat," he turned around and leaned forward, spreading his ass cheeks for the guests to observe, "would be good barbequed. I've been told that with a little Tabasco my meat will have a heck of a bite." He spun around and presented his long, erect crotch. The entire table paid close attention to that. "I've got a 9 inch cock, which can be stuffed with a variety of fillings and spices, as well as two hefty 'meatballs' which would go well in a picante dipping sauce."

From the looks on the guests faces, Francois knew they would be ordering soon. He waved Gonzalez goodbye and hurried to the next table. About fifteen minutes later, one of the supervisors approached him and informed him of a phone call in his office. He normally never received calls in his office, hardly anyone knew the number. Curious as to who it might be, the poodle went to find out.

A little while later, Francois bustled from his office and hurried down the short hall to the dining area. A cold sweat cascaded down his forehead. He wiped it away with a handkerchief, and stuffed the wet cloth into the breast pocket of his suit. His nerves shook his very soul, yet a glimmer of excitement remained tucked underneath the shaking and sweating. He hurried through the dining area as fast as he could without arousing suspicion. Patrons happily and casually mused and laughed while they waited on and dined on their meals. The waiters were busy going from table to table, too occupied in their work to notice Francois power-walking by.

Finally, he reached his destination. Francois pushed the kitchen doors open, and exclaimed to the staff "Everyone, I have wonderful news!" All eyes fell upon the heaving, sweating, and excited looking poodle. "I have just received word that our benefactor is once again about to grace us with his presence!"

A murmur of exhilaration whisked through the kitchen staff. All at once, they exclaimed in hope-filled joy, "Do you mean...!?"

"Yes!" proclaimed Francois. "We shall once again host Berserker, superintendent of Redrum!" He suddenly felt a vibration in his pocket. He pulled out his cellphone and read the message that had come through. The poodle's eyes went wide. "He is here!" He waved his hand at the staff. "You all know what to do. Go greet our guest!"

• * * * * * -

Berserker stood at the top of the marble stairs that lead to the dining area. He surveyed the restaurant, taking note on what had and had not changed since the last time he had visited. At the top and bottom of the grand staircase were two sets of statues. The nude figures stood posed with one arm extended in welcome. The floor was lined with rose red carpet, accentuated by dark velvet drapes along the walls. At the center of the room was a large fountain. In the middle of the fountain were three statues of naked poodles. Water sprayed up around them, as well as from their mouths. Along the edges of some walls were tall bushes and trees, lined with flowers of a variety of colors. Some of the pillars even had ivy growing up them. There were no windows, but the lighting bathed the place in gentle white light, giving the impression of mid-afternoon. The tables were spaced well apart, and each table was donned with china that sparkled in the light.

The hyon smiled and rolled his fingers around the tip of his cane.

"It's amazing," said Yoshi Hirohito, komodo dragon and history teacher at Redrum. "Truly you Americans know no ends to extravagance."

Berserker chimed, "French. It's French extravagance, not American."

"You see sweetie. I told you the sight would take your breath away." Coach Ram glided up behind the Japanese reptile, slid his hands around Yoshi's hips, and planted a delicate kiss upon his cheek. "And this is only the tip of the iceberg."

Mr. Hirohito hummed happily and tilted his head up. "I cannot wait to see the rest." He and the ram enjoyed a warm kiss.

"Oh for pity's sake, can you two stop getting all lovey-dovey on us for five seconds?" Bartholomew Job pushed past the interlocked lovers and stood next to Berserker. "Place hasn't changed much, has it?"

Berserker nodded in agreement. "Not really. Although that fountain is new." He nudged Mr. Job's side. "You think Francois has a few ego issues?"

"Can't be any worse than yours," the bobcat quipped back, giving the hyon a smirk. Berserker rolled his eyes. "Say," Mr. Job leaned in so only Berserker could hear him, "Why did you agree to let Percival bring Yoshi along? This was supposed to be just the three of us."

Berserker knew what the bobcat was getting at. It had been ages since he, Bartholomew, and Percival had gone out to eat as friends. This night was originally going to be like old times, but Coach Ram, being the buffoon he was, forgot that he had also planned a romantic date with his reptilian lover. Rather than fight about it, Berserker agreed to let Yoshi tag along. Now he was starting to regret it.

"Hey! You two want to join us and eat, or should I point you to the nearest bathroom so you can go fuck?" Berserker's words split the pair up in a hurry.

Coach Ram scratched his chin nervously. "Heh, sorry bout that, Zerky."

"Yes, I apologize sir." Mr. Hirohito clasped his hands together and bowed apologetically.

"Listen Percy," Coach Ram's face grew red at the mention of his nickname, "First off, don't call me Zerky, and second, just because I agreed to let Yoshi come along does not mean you get to ignore us the whole night." He flipped his cane around and smacked Coach Ram upside his head. "Got it?"

Percival rubbed the little bruise and glared at the hyon. "I hear ya,Zerky." He grinned wide and said, "But watch your back, because I'm getting you back for that."

"When Hell freezes, pigs fly, and America votes in a competent president."

They all burst into laughter, all except Mr. Hirohito, who, Berserker noticed, seemed nervous. The hyon's keen eyes caught the subtle shaking in the reptile's hands, and the quick darting of his eyes when he noticed Berserker was looking at him.

They made their way down the grand staircase, but stopped a few steps short of the bottom. As they approached, a throng of cooks and supervisors lined up at the bottom of the stairs in two lines facing the middle. Berserker smiled, Mr. Job and Coach Ram groaned, and Mr. Hirohito just looked confused.

The head of the establishment, Francois, strolled up to the middle, and raised an arm in the air. All fell silent as a country night. The poodle snapped his fingers, and the staff burst into song.

"~Bonjour! Berserker, oui bonjour! Berserker! We're so pleased that you've come back we have to scream; Ah! We see your mane, Berserker. You're the brains, Berserker. You've got money, you've got power, you've got - everything!~"

As they sang, the group began to dance and move around the bottom of the staircase. Berserker joined in happily, leaving his three companions standing in disbelief and irritation.

"~Let's throw a biiig party, with meeeat - that's hearty! We're just pleased as punch to see you once again!"~

Suddenly, Berserker began to sing. "~Oh woah-woah waiters, Zerky wants a bowl of chow waiters. And don't forget to be served with some bread!~" The kitchen staff quieted down to a hum. "~With the nature of this place, from prying eyes we must prevent. And I know you won't sing, and this I can say true, if anyone squeals I'll entomb them in cement!~"

The waiters chimed in, "~In ce-ment!~" Then the chorus picked up again. "Bonjour! Berserker, oui bonjour! Berserker, gosh bonjour! Berserker.~"

"~Zerky's back and feeling higher than a kiiite! Ooooh! Be my food, waiters. Baked, fried, broiled, or stewed waiters. Berserker's got a hearty appetite!~"

The song ended and the cooks bursts into applause. The guests and waiters joined in, and Berserker happily gave them all an exaggerated bow. "Oh thank you. Thank you! You're too kind."

Yoshi stared at his boss with utter disbelief. "What the heck was that?"

Bartholomew rolled his eyes and sighed. "He does that every time we come here."

"Every time?!" Yoshi's mouth nearly hit the floor.

Coach Ram patted his shoulder. "Yeah. It was cute the first couple of times, but now it's just plain annoying."

Berserker, who had been listening in, joined his companions once again. "Hey, I like a good musical."

"More like an ego trip," Mr. Job jabbed.

The hyon chuckled, tapped his cane on the floor, and replied "What can I say, I enjoy the lyrics." Before he could add another quip, Francois trotted up the stairs to meet them.

"Bonjour my friends!" He greeted them with open arms. "Welcome to Le Plaisir Interdit." He shook hands with Mr. Job and received a hug from Coach Ram. "It has been far too long since you have graced my restaurant." He turned his attention to Mr. Hirohito. "My, my. And who do we have here?"

"I am Yoshi Hirohito. It is a pleasure to meet you." Yoshi bowed slightly in respect.

"No need for the formalities my friend. Any friend of these three is a friend of mine." He waved an arm in front of his chest and bowed. "I am Francois, the head waiter. I hope you enjoy your dinner tonight." He turned his attention to Berserker. "We have a fine selection, monsieur. But, come-come, I am keeping you." He hurried down the steps and motioned for them to follow.

Francois set them up near the fountain. He summoned three waiters, who promptly poured them water, asked for their drinks, and delivered bread with an unusual looking white dipping sauce

"Nice service." Berserker said with a grin. "I take it you three are hoping to get picked?" The three waiters looked at each other, their faces bright red. They quickly looked away and scurried to opposite sides of the table. They kept their eyes to the ground, and waited for orders. Berserker nodded and said to Francois, "You've trained them well. Though I wonder how well they beg..."

Before the waiters could get down on their knees and beg, a loud smash, like plates hitting the ground, rang from the kitchen. It was followed by angry shouting. A moment later, a figure burst open the kitchen doors and raced through the dining room. It was a rabbit with brown fur, and by the look on his face he was running for his life.

"Somebody stop him!" shouted a cook from the kitchen.

The rabbit made a fatal error and tried running past Berserker and company. Mr. Job was closest. The instant the rabbit drew near, the bobcat whirled his seat around, stuck out his leg, and tripped the scared boy before he knew what hit him. At once, the three waiters descended upon the bunny and hauled him to his feet.

"Get him back to the kitchen!" screamed Francois in a fit.

The waiters nodded, but before they could move, Berserker held up a hand and said ,"Hold it." Out of the corner of his eye he saw Francois twitch. "Bring him here." The waiters looked at Francois. The poodle's eyes shifted between Berserker and the rabbit. Finally he nodded, and the waiters dragged the bunny over to the table. Berserker studied the young man. He was lean, though his body showed signs of some weight training. He shivered like he was in the dead of winter, which gave Berserker a nagging suspicion. "Who are you, and why were you running like that?"

The rabbit's lips quivered. He mumbled something, but Berserker could barely hear it.

"Out with it!"

"My name is Derek!" The rabbit screamed and nearly jumped from the floor. His voice once again sank to a quiver. "I... I don't want to die"

Hearing this, Berserker's gaze shifted to Francois. His eyes narrowed and shot daggers at the poodle. Francois cowered back, and looked ready to pee his pants. The hyon turned back to the rabbit. "Settle down. Just tell me what happened." He tried to keep his voice soothing, despite the overwhelming rage bottling up at the moment.

Derek gulped loudly. "I... They hired me to be a waiter. They said... They said that I'd have to wear skimpy clothing, and maybe go nude... But that was it!" He suddenly started getting angry, the fear fading for rage. "But then!... Then they put me in front of some perverted guys, who pinched me and groped my crotch!" Tears started to fall down his cheeks. "And then... and then..." He struggled to complete the sentence.

Berserker finished it for him. "And then they sent you to the kitchen and tried to butcher you for dinner." Derek nodded meekly and whimpered. Berserker sighed and leaned his head back. He closed his eyes and breathed in and out heavily. No one said a word. Finally, the hyon opened his eyes. "Francois, what did I tell you about using _unwilling_meat?" He tilted his head and stared sharply at the canine.

"You see sir... I, uh..." Francois swallowed hard. "That is, the reason is because..."

Berserker picked up his steak knife from the table. He watched the light shine off the serrated edge, and whisked the blade around casually in the air. "You have three seconds to answer me."

"I'm sorry!" The poodle shouted. "We were having trouble finding rabbits, and there were some influencial customers who requested the meal be unwilling, and...and..."

He let the poodle trail off before slamming the tip of the knife into the table. "You dare give me such lame excuses!" Yoshi leaned close to Coach Ram, and Mr. Job looked at Francois with pity. Berserker stood up quickly, shoving his chair to the floor. "I told you that if you ever have issues finding meat that you call either me, Bartholomew, or Percival! I also recall telling you that any request for unwilling meat is to be directed through me first!" In one stride he advanced on the canine, grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him an inch from the ground. "Now explain to me why you did not do either of these things?"

Francois gasped and coughed while Berserker clung to his throat. The hyon knew not to squeeze too hard, but he was having trouble not killing the canine outright. Francois grasped the hyon's arms in desperation to breathe. "Please! Forgive me!"

Berserker squeezed harder. "Not an answer!"

The hyon felt a touch on his shoulder. It was Coach Ram. "Easy Zerky. Give the guy a chance to explain."

Without looking at the gasping mutt, Berserker let go. "You better explain yourself well, or else I'm having poodle for dinner; slow roasted over an open fire, with extra adrenaline shots to keep you alive for a long-ass time."

Francois fell to his knees. He heaved and coughed for several seconds before finally speaking in a raspy voice. "I didn't want to disturb you." Berserker clenched his fist. "Honest! I figured I could handle one disappearance on my own." He crawled over to Berserker and started kissing the hyon's feet. "Believe me sir, I swear I meant no disrespect! I just assumed..."

"You assumed too much." Berserker kicked the poodle away. "Francois," he looked down at the having mass of canine, "I will give you one - last - chance."

"Oh thank you!" He started kissing Berserker's feet again.

"And stop kissing my feet! It's unsanitary." He wiped the drool off using the expensive red carpet. "I will have you monitored for an undisclosed amount of time, to be sure you are keeping your word." While he spoke, Coach Ram helped Francois to his feet. "In the meantime you are stripped of your rank as head waiter and must go around as naked as the rest."

Francois's face went pale. "But sir! What if someone tries to order me!"

Berserker shot him an evil grin. "Then I suggest you prove your loyalty to me_very_quickly." Now that Francois was taken care of, Berserker once again addressed Derek, the rabbit. "Well young man, it seems you've put me in quite the little pickle."

Derek looked at him, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"Well, if I let you go, you'll tell others what happened here. And I can't have that." When the bunny's ears dropped, Berserker felt that familiar sadistic twinge at his core. "I hate to sound cliché, but I can't let you leave here alive."

Derek immediately tried to flee, but the waiters kept him in a firm lock. He flailed about against their hold. "No! You can't do this to me! Please, I won't tell anyone!"

Mr. Job chimed in. "We know you won't." He stretched and purred in amusement. "So then, should we have him for dinner? I'm not really feeling up for rabbit."

"How about for dessert?" said Coach Ram. "Maybe a nice bunny pie."

Berserker nodded and hummed happily. "A pie sounds wonderful. What flavor, cherry?"

"No, not cherry!" said Mr. Job with a wave of his arm. "How about apple-cinnamon?"

"That's perfect!" sang Coach Ram.

"Apple-cinnamon it is." Berserker snapped his fingers and told the waiters to take Derek to the kitchen. "And be sure he doesn't come out until after dinner!" Turning his attention to the table. "Ah, I'm glad that's all taken care of." He seated himself once more and clapped his hands. "Francois, please bring us menus."

"Yes sir, right away!" The poodle dashed off to gather the requested menus. He returned a few moments later with them, but was also no longer dressed. He bowed as he handed each of them a menu. "Is there anything else I can get for you?"

Berserker thought for a moment. "Turn around. I might want to order your rump-roast."

The poodle whimpered and shook nervously. He did as he was asked, and turned around. Berserker reached out and pinched Francois's right ass-cheek. It made the canine squeak, so he did it a few more times.

"Forget it. It's not firm enough." The hyon waved him away. "Go and see to the other guests. I will call you when we are ready." Francois bowed and hurried off.

Bartholomew leaned over and nudged the hyon. He smiled slyly. "You weren't really going to order him, were you?"

"Nah. I'm just teasing him. Though let's just hope, for his sake, that no one else gets a hankering for some fine French cuisine." They both laughed before looking down at their menus.

They spent a few minutes arguing over what to order. Berserker had a hankering for deer. Mr. Job was interested in the South American anaconda. Coach Ram was thinking of nibbling on some fresh jackal. The only one who stayed silent was Mr. Hirohito, but Coach Ram picked up on this.

"Say sweetie," he said with a soft smile to the reptile, "What are you hungry for?"

Yoshi froze, clutching his menu tightly. His eyes darted between the three of them. "Oh... I am fine with whatever you guys decide."

"Stop being a pussy, Yoshi!" cried Mr. Job. "You've been quiet most of the evening. Just tell us what you want."

"Hey you watch your mouth Barty!" Coach Ram snarled and shot the bobcat a dirty look. "It's just how his culture is when it comes to being around his bosses. He's trying to be respectful."

Mr. Job set his menu down and folded his arms. "Well we aren't in Japan, so maybe he should grow a pair and adapt."

"You son of a-"

"Beaver!" Coach Ram and Mr. Job fell silent. Their surprised expressions shifted to Yoshi. "I want to eat beaver..." his voice trailed off, "tonight."

Berserker chuckled to himself. "Beaver it is, then." Percival and Bartholomew looked at him funny. "I haven't had beaver in ages. Good job Yoshi." He gave the komodo dragon a thumbs-up. For once in the hyon's life, he saw the reptile smile genuinely.

They called Francois over and told him to bring them the beaver listed in the menu. The poodle bowed and then dashed away at high speed. A little later, he returned with the beaver by his side.

"Hello everyone, my name is Karol." The young beaver gave a slight bow. "If you need to know anything about my choice cuts, or have general questions about what recipes to use me in, I will be happy to answer them all." It all sounded very rehearsed.

"First off, just model your body first." Karol gave Berserker a nod and proceeded to stretch and flex his limbs. The beaver was somewhat short and plump. He had a mid-sized gut, and plenty of fat in his arms and legs. Karol explained that, although he was indeed fat, he had been training to keep his muscles somewhat toned. He held out his arm for everyone to pinch and prod. It was indeed plump, but not flabby. He did the same with his thighs and ass, giving everyone a chance to check the meat to their satisfaction. Next he showed off his package, which seemed to have hardened from all the tender prodding. The erect penis was a little shorter than average, but, as Karol pointed out, made up for it in width.

"I can see that," Berserker said and licked his lips. He was definitely liking this choice, and a quick glance around the table confirmed that the others were as well. The hyon's eyes drifted down to the beaver's balls. Karol had forgot to mention the heftiness of his furry sac, but the hyon's eyes spotted it instantly. "What do you say," he asked to his companions. "Shall we order him?"

After a moment's discussion, everyone agreed quite heartily that Karol was tonight's meal.

"Oh thank you," the young beaver looked ready to cry. "I promise you all will enjoy my meat!" He looked ready to get started, rubbing his hands together anxiously, his wide tail swaying up and down.

Berserker motioned to Francois. "Tell the cooks to bring out the portable spit and stove." He rubbed his paws together evilly. "I want to watch him roast."

"Yes sir," said Francois. "What ingredients should I tell them to prepare?"

"Bring a variety. Now go." He waved the dog away. "I wish to play with my food before I eat it." Francois scurried to the kitchen, leaving the young beaver in the anxious hands of the hungry companions. Berserker slid from his chair and got down on his knees. He pulled the young beaver close, digging his claws into the portly boy's round rump. "I want to taste my sausage before it's cooked." His tongue dashed out and caressed the tip of Karol's plump cock. The beaver gave a low moan as Berserker taunted him with the rough tongue. After a little teasing, Berserker turned to Mr. Job and Coach Ram. "Barty you take his mouth, Percy pound his behind, and I'll reap the delicious nectar as it flows." He waited for them to hop into action...but neither one moved.

Mr. Job scoffed and waved an arm. "Hell no! There's no way I'm sticking my dick down something with teeth the size of Texas. No offense."

"None taken," Karol replied.

Percival wrapped his arm around Yoshi. "Sorry Zerky, but aren't you forgetting that I'm with Yoshi now?"

Berserker could hardly believe it. "But-but... We always do it this way! Ram does the ramming, B.J. gets a blowjob, and I suck 'em dry! It's no fun doing it alone."

Coach Ram shrugged and said, "Sorry."

Berserker turned to his old friend. "Come on Barty. You know you're itching to work a load out." The hyon stood up swiftly, grabbed Karol's shoulders, and spun the beaver around. "Just look at the nice, plump ass." He leaned Karol over slightly and gave the beaver's right butt cheek a spank. "Look at how it bounces." He grinned toothily and bobbed his eyebrow's like Groucho Marx. "Wouldn't you just love to spread those cheeks, hear the boy moan, and pump your hard, raging dick deep-"

"Alright enough!" the bobcat roared and shot up, slamming his hands on the table. The glass and silverware shook. "I...will be the judge of whether or not the meat deserves a last fuck." Every word sounded like daggers plunging into wood. The hyon already knew what his friend would decide. The signs were _very_obvious.

"He's all yours." Berserker stepped back and let the bobcat do his thing.

Mr. Job towered over the young beaver. His eyes were hot with lust, but cool with control. "Bend over," he ordered. Karol did so. "Hmm..." He ran a delicate finger against the beaver's exposed pucker. The index finger grazed over the hole a couple of times before pushing roughly against the sensitive flesh. Karol made a sudden, but small, jump. "Quite a tight hole you've got there." He gave a grunt and forced his furry digit inside. Karol's back arched and he closed his eyes with a pained look. "Yes, much too tight. The spit will never slide through." He removed his finger and unzipped his pants. "You need to be stretched out first. Now be a good boy and hold your tail still."

Balancing on one leg, he leaned over to the table and plucked the saucer of creamy dipping sauce from it's position. Berserker noted how appropriate it was that Barty was using the 'special' sauce for the occasion. Mr. Job, now back on both feet, carefully lowered the saucer over the parting between the young beaver's ass cheeks. He tipped the plate and the creamy sauce cascaded between the young beaver's ass like a white stream. It soaked into the fur and made the flesh pale.

Mr. Job pressed his shaft into Karol's quivering hole. He angled the plate and let the cool sauce cover the tip of his throbbing erection. He held on to the beaver's hip with one hand, and with a grunt, forced the young waiter's ass to spread for his fat cock.

Karol grit his teeth and cringed. "P-Please, not so rough!"

"Quiet!" Mr. Job replied sharply. He slapped Karol's ass, which bounced from the blow. "Meat doesn't get to complain." Despite his sharp retort, the bobcat eased the rest of his penis in. He let the creamy sauce drip slowly onto his shaft while he pushed inward. He let it go to the last drop, and tossed the saucer away. He purred hungrily as he slid his other hand over Karol's hip. With a quick shove his hips pressed up against the beaver's plump cheeks.

Finally, Berserker made his move. He crawled under Karol and pushed the beaver up slightly. The sight of the young waiter's short but very thick cock, throbbing and already dripping with arousal, made the hyon's loins grow hot. He felt his stomach growl, but ignored it for now. He pressed his snout to the young beaver's cock-head, and took in the wonderful aroma of musk and lust. A bit of drool escaped his lips. He opened his muzzle wide and enveloped every inch of the meaty malehood before him. Warmth filled his mouth. He ran his tongue back and forth against the underside, licking up the pre-cum which was soaking Karol's length.

He suddenly felt movement, and Karol's cock forcibly pushed deeper into his maw. It was surprising, but not unexpected. Bartholomew had finally started his rhythm. He rocked his body slowly, letting his shaft slide easily in and out. He would pull his body back almost to the head, but then quickly change direction. He always started out slow, but only until the lust in his soul grew hotter and wilder. The hyon knew how his old friend worked.

To keep things slow, Berserker let his muzzle sway in motion with Barty's thrusts. When the bobcat shoved his cock in to the beaver's hole, Berserker backed his head to keep Karol's erection from deep-throating him. The hyon wrapped his lips tightly around his meal's manhood, sucking on it like a babe would a bottle. Karol's moaning grew twice as loud, and jumped a decibel ever time Bartholomew thrust in deep. Berserker closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm nectar that flowed over his tongue.

It was not long before things started to heat up. Mr. Job's thrusting began to quicken, and with every pounding Karol's whines grew louder and louder. Berserker changed tactics as his friend's feral lust grew stronger. He timed the beat of his head against Bartholomew's rhythm. Karol's fat dick pulsed in and out of his mouth. The hyon pressed his tongue against the bottom of Karol's shaft, his drool dripping down his chin. He bobbed his head left and right as he was face-fucked, circling his tight lips around Karol's hot meat like a wrench.

"Ah fuck!" Mr. Job roared. Berserker heard the sounds of him slapping Karol's ass like a drum. Barty loved to fuck to a beat. "Come on baby, moan for me." Karol did so, and loudly. "That's it, boy!"

Every thing was going faster. Mr. Job's body smacked against Karol in rapid succession. The beaver's moans were quick and high-pitched. The hot, sticky pre-cum flowed down Berserker's gullet, but it was not enough for the insatiable hyon. Karol's voice jumped. The cock in the hyon's mouth tensed and flared. Berserker grabbed the beaver's legs and shoved his snout into Karol's pubic area. Salty nectar erupted down his throat. He eagerly gulped down the beaver's seed, moaning hungrily as he did. Karol's cum felt warm as it slowly descended his gullet. The fat cock pulsed a few smaller bursts of the life-giving seed, and Berserker enjoyed it to the last drop.

Bartholomew was not finished, though he was close. His gruff grunting sounded exasperated. It was clear he was trying to hold it in just a little longer. Berserker pulled away from Karol's penis, now wet and growing limp. A small string of cum connected the hyon's lips to the tip of the beaver's cock. With a quick lick of his lips, Berserker broke it. He crawled out from under Karol and stood up.

"Oh just come already. The boy's already spent." Mr. Job shot him a gaze that could have melted ice. "Jeez, okay! Take your time." He looked at the table, and realized that two people were missing. A quick glance around revealed nothing. "Those two..." Berserker grumbled in a low tone. He had a feeling he knew where they were. Before leaving though, the hyon leaned close to Barty's ear and whispered something.

Bartholomew gasped, tensed up, and let out a content moan as his body let go. He shot Berserker a dirty look, to which the hyon merely grinned. The bobcat cringed with obvious pleasure while he released. He continued to smack his hips against the beaver, driving his hot seed deep into the young waiter's sore rump. Berserker left him, grinning ear to ear.

He made his way to the bathroom. He placed his ear gently against the door and listened. He could hear moaning coming from the other side. Softly, making no sound at all, the hyon slid inside. The moaning came from a stall at the far end of the room. With swift and silent movement, Berserker stealthily trotted up to the stall door and pushed it open. "Well, well. Look what we have here."

The two figures stopped and stared at him. Pressed against the wall was Yoshi. The Japanese reptile had his pants at his knees, and was busy having his ass filled by the long and hard erection of Coach Ram.

"I see you can get balls deep, Hirohito. Impressive given Percy's enormous cock." Percival tried to pull out, but Berserker held up a hand to stop him. "Oh no! You two are going to finish what you've started." He unzipped his fly and let his paw gently go to work on his aching hard-on. Pre soaked the palm of his hand as he rubbed his manhood needingly. "Now fuck, or you'll both be reallyfucked."

Berserker returned several minutes later, with an embarrassed ram and komodo dragon in tow. He smiled warmly, rather satisfied with the way things had gone. He made it clear that the penalty for skipping away from the table would be far worse if they ever tried that again. "If you two want to fuck each other while we're out to eat, do it at the table like the rest of us."

"Yes sir," they said in unison.

When they got back, things were already progressing smoothly. Karol had been de-furred from his neck to his toes. Mr. Job sat at the table, slumped back in his chair. He looked pleased. The cooks were busy setting up the spit and portable stove. The coals in the fire-pit were already lit, casting a reddish-orange glow against everything. A couple more cooks were busy prepping the meat for his spitting.

Karol, for his part, let them do their work in eager nervousness. He was shaking, but Berserker could not tell if it was from excitement or fear. His penis had grown hard once again. "Welcome back, sirs," he said with a shaky voice. "We are about ready to begin. I was wondering if either of you might like to be the one to spit me."

Berserker fell into his seat. "Nah, I'm too tired to do it. Barty, Percy, Yoshi, do any of you want to do it?"

Mr. Job shook his head. Coach Ram shook his head. Yoshi nodded softly. "I would like to do it. If that is alright?"

Berserker smiled and waved his approval. Coach Ram gave his lover a pat on the back before seating himself. Yoshi went over to the cooks, who helped him lift the long metal pole that would be driven into Karol's body. Karol's eyes stayed glued to the sharp tip. Two cooks maneuvered him over to the table and bent him over it. They tied his arms together behind his back, and secured the rope around his waist. Everything was set for the spitting.

Mr. Hirohito, with the help of the cooks, eased the tip of the metal shaft into Karol's quivering hole. The beaver's anus was still wet with cream and Mr. Job's cum, so the pole slid in easily. They pushed it several inches before stopping. The look on Karol's face was one of ecstatic pleasure. Perhaps it was from having something thick and long buried deep in his rear. Or, perhaps he was imagining what he would look like turning over the fire.

"Keep his neck straight," said one cook to another.

The remaining cooks let go of the spit, leaving it in Yoshi's hands. He adjusted his stance and grip, moving back a little and placing his hands far apart. He took a deep breath, then tightened his grip. "Here goes!" He threw his whole weight into the thrust. He grunted loudly as he shoved the spit through Karol's insides. The young beaver let out a gasp of pain, and a wet ripping sounded from his body. Tears streamed down his cheeks as the komodo dragon pushed the metal shaft through his organs. Everyone's eyes fell to Karol's mouth. He coughed up blood and gasped for air. Finally, the spit exited his muzzle, and his gasping ceased.

Yoshi let go of the spit, and the small crowd of chefs instantly took over. They hurriedly tied Karol's legs to the shaft, and used cooking twine to bind the young beaver's cock, keeping the blood from escaping. His body twitched tremendously, and one of the cooks checked him for signs of life.

"He's still alive. The spit missed his heart." Everyone applauded Yoshi for his skillful work. The reptile blushed from embarrassment and took his seat. The chefs lifted Karol's body up and hurried him to the roasting pit. They locked the spit onto the poles at each end of the pit. Karol's pale skin took on a reddish glow as the heat washed over him. He cringed, and started to squirm, for what little good it did him. The cooks left him like that while they dashed back and forth from the kitchen, bringing back utensils and cooking ingredients.

Berserker set his elbows on the table and rested his chin on his knuckles. "Doesn't he look lovely?" he asked to no one. "Hey Karol. I know you can still hear me. I bet you didn't know that the spit your currently riding has a few special designs. The metal poorly conducts heat, so your insides won't fry too quickly. Not only that, but tiny holes line the top half and a small pump keeps air supplied to your lungs. But my favorite feature is the electricity. With small jolts of current every so often we can keep your heart pumping blood. You should cook alive for a good fifteen minutes or so; so enjoy the feeling while you can."

Karol looked at him with a weary eye. The hyon knew that their young meat-boy was having second thoughts at this point. Too late for those, unfortunately. The boy's body would take time to cook, but Berserker had plans to taste a few parts early. But that would wait until Karol fully expired. In the meantime they would drink and talk, as well as enjoy the soft smell of roasting beaver.

The next several minutes were spent enjoying each other's company. Mr. job talked about a few delinquents he caught peeing in the cafeteria. He described in excruciating detail, and with hand movements for added effect, how he ripped each of their crotches off and stuffed them up their own asses. Coach Ram kept his conversation on a lighter side. He chatted on about clothes, shopping, eating out, shopping, working out, and shopping. Berserker nearly fell asleep after the first few minutes. Mr. Hirohito stayed somewhat silent, only chiming in when Percival directed a question to him.

About fifteen minutes had passed before a chef interrupted them. "Excuse me sirs, but the beaver seems to have finally died. Would you like me to start carving specific pieces for appetizers?"

This was what Berserker had been waiting for. "Yes!" he said and clapped his hands. "Carve me his crotch. I want it stuffed with spicy peppers and onions, and fill his balls with pepper-jack cheese."

"Going for the spicy stuff, eh?" Mr. Job grinned and eyed Karol's body. The beaver's skin was red and blistering. "I've always wanted to try beaver tail. I hear it's quite good. Know any recipes?"

The cook nodded. "Yes sir. We recommend frying it in olive oil, with a garlic and ginger for seasoning."

"Let it be done!"

The chef turned to Coach Ram and Yoshi. "And for you two?"

"I've always been a fan of the ass meat," said Coach Ram.

"Wow, there's a shocker," snickered Berserker. Percival gave him an annoyed glare.

"As I was saying; I'd like a slice of the rump..." he looked over at Yoshi, "...but slice it up and make some sushi rolls."

Berserker and Mr. Job glanced at each other, then back at Coach Ram. "Since when do you eat sushi?" asked Mr. Job.

"Since my love-toy introduced me to it." He wrapped an arm around Yoshi and pulled the reptile into a snug embrace.

Yoshi blushed and looked down at his feet. "Ramsyyy! You said you wouldn't call me that in public."

"Ramsy!?" The hyon and bobcat said in unison. They sat in stunned silence for a moment, but then began cackling like two snooty old women.

Percival eyed them both with an expression of smug proudness. "You got a problem with it? Zerky? Barty?" He grinned mischievously, which always meant trouble. Hidden behind that face of flamboyancy and altruism, Percival Ram was cunning, wicked, and sometimes downright evil. The two cat's stifled their laughter. "Perhaps I should tell the everyone in the restaurant the nicknames you two enjoy so much?"

"No, no; that's quite alright," said Bartholomew nervously.

Berserker chuckled, "Yeah, we were only playing." He quickly changed the subject to the school, and made sure to steer clear of nicknames for the entire conversation.

Time passed. The chefs were quick to get the appetizers ready, but kept the pace slow enough so the four companions could enjoy watching and smelling the food cook. Berserker kept his eyes on the portable stove for most of the time. As instructed, the beaver's penis was stuffed with diced peppers and onions. The girth of the shaft made it easy to stuff, and the flesh at the base was tied off to prevent leakage. The beaver's balls were injected with pre-melted pepper-jack cheese, and grew twice their size. Watching the chefs prepare Karol's cock was a treat, but nothing beat the moment when that fresh sausage hit the searing hot frying pan and started to sizzle. The hyon fumbled his fork in anticipation.

Karol's tail proved to be a small hassle. The massive mound of flesh took two cooks to carve off, and the only skillet big enough to hold it - and fit on the portable stove - was a wok. But the chefs managed, and got it sizzling over the fire in no time. They peppered the tail with a generous amount of garlic, to which Berserker joked that he hoped Barty did not have a date lined up later. The smell of the cooking tail and cock mingled together and washed over the table. The two felines lifted their noses to the heavenly aroma. Berserker tried to make out the subtle differences between them, but the garlic overpowered the aroma of his food.

Percival and Yoshi's food took the least amount of time to cook, but had the most complex setup. Karol's left ass-cheek had been sliced halfway. Even half the plump hill of beaver butt was more than enough. One chef took the flesh to a carving board and started to dice it up into several long strips. The blade fell through the steamy meat with ease, with swift and precise movement. When all the meat had been cut, he slid them off the block and handed them to the next cook, who would roll them into sushi. This chef had a bamboo mat laid out, with the _nori_already layered with rice. He laid a few pieces of flesh in the middle of the rice, and then surrounded it with strips of avocado and cucumber. Everything was then carefully rolled into a cylinder, which was then sliced into eight sections. There was even enough meat to make another roll.

It was finally time to dine. They had all waited anxiously for the first course of the night, and their wait was well worth it. Berserker hardly let a second go by before he grabbed his fork and knife, and carved through the tender dripping cock on his plate. The beaver's once pinkish manhood was now a reddish-brown. Juices dripped down the mighty shaft, pooling around the bottom of the plate.

The hyon worked his knife back and forth, letting the serrated blade do its job. He lifted the head of Karol's wet and steamy dick up to his awaiting lips. He paused a moment to savor the deliciously spicy aroma of peppers and onions. His lips parted and then enveloped the meat in a split second. He closed his eyes and purred. It was magnificent. His fangs tore the cock-head and stuffed veggies to pieces. The hot juices spilled onto his tongue. It burned a little, but he did not care. He gulped the meat down and went straight to work on the right testicle. The mixture of spicy cheese and beaver cum spilled from the serration. The hungry feline plunged his fork through the soft flesh and swirled it around in the cheesy liquid that coated his plate. He popped the dripping snack into his maw, and enjoyed the exotic flavors as he mushed it to pulp.

The rest of the night played out wonderfully. Once Berserker had finished his appetizer, he took it upon himself to 'sample' the dishes of his friends - much to their irritation. Some of the waiters performed a dance routine for the restaurant, which eventually turned into lap dancing, which eventually lead to sex, which ultimately ended up with all the participating waiters being sent to the kitchen. To everyone's surprise, Mr. Hirohito began to loosen up as the evening drew on. Of course, that was likely due to the amount of alcohol he downed. With each glass, the reptile's shyness seemed to evaporate into thin air.

Karol's body continued to cook through the entertainment. His head was removed early on, and by the time the main course was ready it was stuffed and presented as a lovely centerpiece. There was so much of Karol to enjoy that Berserker and company had no room for dessert when it came. They decided to take their apple-cinnamon bunny pie back to the school. The four friends conversed a little more while they waited for their leftovers.

"That was a wonderful dinner," said Coach Ram as he gave his bloated gut a pat. "But I always feel like such a pig whenever I come here."

Mr. Job used a claw to pick some meat from his teeth. "What are you worried about? Afraid you'll lose your girlish figure?"

Percival replied with a sarcastic laugh. "Ha ha, very funny. I seem to remember a certain bobcat asking me for dieting tips a few months back. Now who do you suppose that was?"

Yoshi tried to stifle his giggling, but failed. He gave the bobcat a drunken smile and pointed a limp finger at him. "I bet it was him." He slurred some random Japanese and then wrapped his arms around Coach Ram. "Ramsy. Baby. I want to feel you inside of me."

Percival rolled his eyes. He looked annoyed beyond measure. "Yes dear."

"No really! Please say you'll fuck me tonight. We can use the cuffs and-"

"Okay that's enough!" said Percival excitedly. "Why don't you just rest on me for now, and save your energy for later?"

Yoshi nodded stupidly before laying his head on the ram's arm. He closed his eyes and was out in no time.

"Wow." Berserker was speechless. "He is a horrible drunk. Does he get like that often?"

"Only when we go clubbing or bar hopping."

The hyon grumbled and scratched his forehead. "And you two wonder why I never drink. Well, anyway..." he sat up straight and slapped his paws on his legs. "...I think now would be a good time to discuss our little problem at school."

Bartholomew and Percival gave him a funny look. "What problem?" asked the bobcat.

"Gentlemen... We have a mole at Redrum."

"Well duh, we have plenty of moles enrolled, and on staff," said Mr. Job.

Berserker smacked the palm of his hand against his face. He grabbed the cane at his side and whacked the bobcat between the ears. "I would expect that remark from Percy, not you. Now listen!" He leaned over the table. "We have a spy."

The End