Independence Day PT 1.

Independence Days with the Boys
By
A Cannibal
M/b (8) M/b (12) oral anal

 Patrick's plane touched down just outside Montréal. He was in Canada to check on one of his restaurant. He was a forty-year-old white man from French Polynesia restaurateur who owned many restaurants around the world.
 They were not ordinary eateries instead these were five star cannibal restaurants. Sometimes the rich and powerful took their vacations in the area because they could dine on the exclusive food served here. But it was normally businessmen, with very large expense accounts, who came to this restaurant to dine.
 Nowhere else in Canada could you come in to the restaurant in the morning and select your dinner for that evening.
 They might choose a young Jacque or Jacqueline fresh from the streets of Montréal which was the restaurant's specialty. Sometimes the patron brought their own meat along to be cooked, but that was rare.
  Patrick didn't like doing it that way though. He liked to select the meat from his native land and have his head chef cook the boy for him.
 The owner liked to play with boys for a couple of days before having them cooked. He was not above eating girls too, but females were not to his taste in the bedroom department.
 Patrick arrived at the restaurant and present his membership card to the doorman, he decided to play a customer. He also wanted to make sure were up to snuff before identifying himself. It cost quite a bit of change to bribe the right people so he could own a cannibal restaurant in Canada.
 The waitress came over and offered him a menu. The man shook his head no and asked if there was a way he could see the live meat.
 The woman nodded and Patrick was led back to the cages. They were mostly filled with preteen girls because that's what sold extremely well here.
 There were also a few cages with boys in them. All had one thing in common; they knew they were destined to be cooked within the next two days or three days.
 Patrick stopped in front of one of the cages where redheaded boy sat. The child looked to be no older than nine or 10 years of age.
 "I'd like to see this one, if you wouldn't mind. From what I can see this meat he might even be good enough to eat raw," he asked in French.
 The waitress shook her head saying, "You cannot eat him raw. As far as looking at him that is allowed, but there is no touching him in a sexual way."
 This is what Patrick wanted to hear after all he owned a restaurant not a whorehouse. If the patron wanted to play with his or her dinner they had to bring their own and use it at the hotel next door. The meat here was strictly for eating.
 Patrick ran his hands over the boy's shoulders down his back and over his butt. They turn the boy to face him so he could run his hands over the meat's chest and stomach.
 "Yes, I think he'll do nicely. Now if you'll take me to the head chef we need to talk recipes." Waitress opened her mouth to say that was not allowed he stopped her. "She's an old friend. Tell her it's Patrick from Tahiti."
 The boy was returned to his cage and she led the man back to the kitchen where he was told to wait. Gigi came out with a smile on her face and hugged the man.
 "Come on back I have to finish preparing a boy for the oven," she said as she dismissing the waitress, who was hovering nearby, with a wave of a hand.
 Following the chef back to the prep table Patrick saw a young boy of seven or eight years of age. The meat was a cute little guy with brown hair and eyes.
 "Nice I wouldn't mind munching on him myself. Did somebody bring him in or was he trapped?"
 "This little guy here was brought in by his parents who said he was being a "spoiled brat." They're hoping I can change him from spoiled to tasty," she said with a grin "and I think I might done just that with the amount of wine I forced him to drink, but to be safe I'm adding plenty of spices."
 Patrick had wondered why the boy was so quiet. Usually they put up a fight upon finding out they were dinner.
 "I'm sure he'll turn out great since I haven't received any negative remarks. I thought I'd stop by here, on my way to New Orleans, for dinner. I'm trying to buy a woman's cannibal BBQ shack down there," Patrick explained.
 He knew his chef was wondering why he was there. Patrick was sure the woman thought he might be there to fire her.
 "It's going to be busy weekend. July 1 is this country's Independence Day or Canada Day as its call up here. That means I may not have time to cook one," Gigi said trying not to smile.
 She was teasing him, because he was the owner. And as owner, Patrick, he could have whoever he wanted cooked for him this weekend.
 "I saw a redhead boy in the holding area. Is he available for dinner?"
The chef slid the meat in the one of the many oversize ovens to cook before answering, "I'm not sure. So let's go have a look."
 They walked to the back of the kitchen through a door to the meat locker. This was how the meat was brought to the kitchen so as not to disturb the guests in the dining room.
 The future entrées moved to the back of their cages when they saw the chef. They tried to make themselves as small as possible, trying not to be seen.
 Every one of them thought they were there to take one of them to the kitchen and none of them wanted to be next one to go there.
 All but one the meat packs was relieved when they stopped in front of his cage. It was the little redheaded boy he'd looked at earlier let out a little whimper.
 "This one, huh, well there's no sold tag on his cage that means he's yours," Gigi said. "There is a cot in my office you can use if you'd like tenderizing him."
 Shaking his head no Patrick replied, "I appreciate the offer. And as much as I would like to tenderize his little bottom, I'm not going to break my own rules about playing with the food here in the restaurant.
 However it would be prudent to have a preview of my dinner."
 The chef laughed and nodded as she opened the cage door and pulled the meat out. Patrick knelt down in front of the boy and felt his little sausage.
 The boy soon stopped struggling because he liked the feeling. It felt even better to the boy when a minute later the man began sucking on his cock.
 He released the little cock after a few minutes of tasting it and smiled at the chef.
 "Well it doesn't taste too bad raw, but I'm wondering how it and the rest of him will taste cooked. I'm thinking we make a nice Roulade," Patrick said.
 The chef nodded as she replied, "all right I believe I have all the ingredients to make that. Still let's get this meat to kitchen so I can make sure."
 All of the sudden the boy realized that they were talking about him. He began to struggle as they ushered him toward the kitchen.
And while the boy didn't understand everything that was being said the meat knew that through this door was the kitchen. That if he went in there, he wouldn't be coming out.
 The meat was placed face down on stainless steel table. His butt was clean out and then washed of his body until his skin was a bright pink.
 The chef came back with a bottle wine it one hand and fresh spinach in the other. With the help of Patrick the spinach was shoved inside the boy's body.
 He was forced to drink half a bottle of wine before being put into a roasting pan. The boy never felt any pain as he was fully roasted alive over the next four hours.
 The boy tasted pretty good with his little sausage and oysters better tasting than when he'd been alive. Patrick carved off the rump roasts off so to get the spinach out of the boy.
 The next day was spent dining on the boy and going over the books. He also made his annual contributions to the right people so his restaurant could remain open.
 The second morning he got back on his plane and headed for New Orleans. By his calculations it would be the July 4 weekend, American independence day.
 Perhaps he could do some hunting why he was there.
 Americans like to party it up on holidays and therefore they wouldn't be paying too much attention to the children. This would give him the opportunity to select some fresh meat and have it barbecued.
 So after he cleared customs Patrick immediately went downtown to hunt. There were a lot of people around almost too many.
It would make it harder to get some meat, but not impossible. He'd just have to be a little more careful was all.
 His hired car dropped him on Bourbon Street and he began to walk. While he saw lots of meat, on the hoof so to speak, around there were too many people on the streets for him to snatch one.
 He decided to try one of the side streets perhaps he could find some meat there. Unfortunately it was just as busy as Bourbon Street was. There was no way he'd be able to capture any meat here either.
Patrick decided perhaps a trip out to that BBQ shack. That maybe she'd have an idea as to how he could capture some meat.
 He called his car and was soon on his way out of town. It only took 15 minutes to get to a rural area near a bayou.
Patrick wasn't sure this was the place until he got out of the car. That was when he could smell the most mouth watering sent in there. He knew this smell very well, it was human meat cooking.
 Walking over to an old shack he saw old black woman sucking on a corncob pipe on the porch. She was rocking back and forth in her chair as he approached.
 "Hello my name is Patrick and I have a business proposition for you," he said in French.
 Mama Celeste blinked at him in surprise before replying, "It has been a long while since anyone has spoken to me French. They think since I'm black I should speak English. Now what do you want because I'm not interested in selling my family business."
 He knew she spoke French because the woman was a legend in the cannibal community. Some of them said that she'd been at this for more than 80 years. Looking at her Patrick could believe it.
 "That's too bad because I had grand plans for it. Instead of this little area by a swamp with a few a BBQ pits I was thinking of a beautiful restaurant and you wouldn't have to live in this broken down shack," Patrick explained.
 The woman laughed saying, "you build a restaurant here and it will be the gators who will be dining on people, after a hurricane flattens the place. As for my house here it just looks old and decrepit. This house has survived many hurricanes because it is low to the ground."
 "Is there a good place to hunt children around here?" He asked.
 The old woman shook her head saying, "I don't recommend hunting children around here. When a child goes missing the police are called out to search for it. Then they get volunteers was so go out and search for him or her. Of course it could find them dead and find out who did it also.
 That's why I cook children volunteer or from the parents who don't want them anymore.
 That being said I do have half a dozen unclaimed meat girls who would like to be eaten."
 Patrick shook his head no explaining, "I don't care for girls that much. I referred to tenderize and eat young boys."
 Mama Celeste chuckled as she said, "this could be your lucky day then. I have one male who has been here a week and desperately wants to be eaten, but I've had no takers for him. Go through that gate and talk to my grandson who's tending the barbeques he'll show you the meat."
  So the man went through the gate and saw for BBQ pits with various size girls turning over hot coals. A teenage boy was slathered in barbecue sauce over the four live meats.
 He was not surprised to see the girls were all fingering themselves as he turned. That was the point of cooking meat alive, so a person could watch them play with themselves as they cooked.
 Patrick waited until the boy finish before asking to see the boy meat. He was lead into the building where cages of meat waited to be cooked.
 In the last one was a blonde haired blue-eyed boy who looked to be about 12 years old. It was explained to him that the man was thinking about having him cooked and want to see his future meal.
 The boy smiled and practically ran out of his cell door when it was open. He himself was touched by the man everywhere including his cock, which began to grow as soon as it was touched.
 Patrick turned the boy around and felt his rump which turned out to be nice and meaty. He also thought his future meal might need some tenderizing.
 "Good news for you son it could get your wish to be cooked. All I have to do is make arrangements for that to happen," he said to the boy meat in English because he didn't think his future dinner understand French.
 His dinner asked, "When is it going to be done? I'd like to be cooked as soon as possible."
 Patrick's answer was, "I like that too."
Then to the other boy he said, "Put the meat back in his cage and I'll go see your grandmother."
 A few minutes later he was back out front talking to the old lady.
 "He looks a bit old but I think he'll cook up just fine. I know it's probably impossible, but do you think he could be cooked tomorrow."
 Mama Celeste answer surprised him, "actually he could be the first one over the coals tomorrow morning. The rest of the weekend is booked solid, just like you thought. It will cost $500 to roast him and another $200 if you want to play with him."
 Patrick thought that was a cheap price. In one of his restaurants boy would've cost $1000 and he wouldn't have been able to tenderize him.
He reached into his suit jacket pocket and pulled out a thick envelope and counted out seven $100 bills.  Patrick handed it to the old woman who smiled at him as she tucked the money into her bra.
 "There's a bedroom behind where we store the meat. You'll have until 7 AM tomorrow to tenderize him. That's when my grandson will come by and collect the meat for cleaning. About hour later he'll be putting your brunch over the coals if you care to watch."
 He thanked her and told her he'd love to watch his food being cooked. Then he went and collected his toy and took him to the bedroom.
 The boy knew what was expected of him and didn't mind it. A few years ago some boys had pinned him to the ground and pulled his pants down. Then they took turns sucking on his little cock.
At first he struggled, having been told since he was a baby, not to touch himself there or anybody else for that matter. He found out though that getting a blow job was fun.
Now at age 12 his friends no longer wanted to play with him. You know they like play with 7 and 8 year olds boys.
 So it was that Tommy had run away from home and come here to be cooked. He was hoping to get at least one more blow job before that was done.
 Patrick was more than willing to oblige him and once he was out of his suit he crawled on to the bed.
 His toy was on its back with legs spread wide. This gave full him access to Tommy's 4 inches of madly twitching boyhood.
 "Time to taste my food," Patrick said and slid his mouth over the young boy's penis.
 Tommy was in heaven as the man sucked on his cock. The tingling sensation that he hadn't felt for some months had returned.
 After half an hour of tasting the meat, Patrick found out that is featured meal tasted pretty good. He also hoped the meat would taste just as good or better once he was barbecued.
 Right now though was quite horny so he flipped the boy onto stomach. The man elevated Tommy's rear end into the air and took aim.
 The boy was confused and didn't know what was going on. His friends had only sucked on him and he had returned the favor. However none of them ever raised his butt up in the air.
 A moment later he found out why his ass was in the air. Patrick part of the boy's vertical smile and shoved his manhood inside his little butthole.
 Tommy began bucking and crying out in pain as his virgin ass was penetrated. He soon calmed down though as the pain subsided.
 Soon he was even enjoying being fucked in the ass. He even began to moan happily while Patrick grunted there with every thrust until he came.
 This was how things went over the next 12 hours and at seven o'clock the next morning there was a knock on a door. As far as Patrick was concerned it had been too short a time. He would've liked to have spent another night with the boy, but he was meat and had an appointment with a BBQ pit.
Tommy was taken away for his cleaning and he went to the bathroom and washed up. After he'd had cleaned up he wondered out amongst the fire pits.
 Even at this early hour there were a couple of girls already rotating. As he watched the meats turn he heard a squeaky wheeled cart coming his way.
 On it was Patrick's food that was tied to a spit. Tommy was lifted and placed over the coals.
 The grandson asked, "What type of sauce do you wanted on him? I've got Hickory Smoked, Honey Mustard, or Louisiana Hot Sauce."
 Patrick smacked his lips before answering, "Well I've had Hickory Smoked and Honey Mustard before. However I've never had the Louisiana Hot Sauce one so let's go with that."
 The young BBQ master reached under the cart and pulled out camp brownish liquid. He then spread the sauce over the slow turning meat.
 A sigh came from the meat he only been over the coals a couple minutes but he's already very hot. The sauce would not only cool his body but also add flavor but time he had finished cooking.
 Patrick smiled at the boy because it was obvious to him and his food was enjoying himself. He could tell that by the way his cock was twitching.
 Grandson excused himself saying he had tender the other meat and handed Patrick the BBQ sauce. He didn't mind that at all. He could always use the practice because hadn't cooked anybody in 10 years. Not since opening his first restaurant and hiring a chef.
 It wasn't that he was a bad cook but why should he do it and wear himself out. He preferred to have a professional cannibal chef do that while he wore himself out tenderize the meat.
 Patrick dipped the brush into BBQ sauce and brushed more of it onto the boy. He paid particular attention to the meat's third leg, which was still twitching like crazy after 10 minutes of cooking time.
"So how do you like being barbecued alive?" He asked the meat.
  The boy grinned as he replied, "I love it. My cock is twitching so much and it feels really good. Only thing is my balls hurt and feel like they going to burst."
Before Patrick could reply they did just that shooting his man juice all over the place as he turned.
 "Congratulations you no longer a boy, you’re a man. Well you’re man for the next half-hour by then you'll be just plain meat," he said brushing the mixture of cum and BBQ sauce into the now young man's skin.
 Patrick was right because after 45 minutes of rotating over hot coals the boy let out a large grunt. He also came as he went one last time, spraying his cum everywhere in the process.
 "You can you lower him he won't feel the heat anymore," he told the grandson who was walking toward the pit.
The BBQ master poked the boy a couple of times a meat tongue to ensure he was dead. Then he was lowered to finish cooking.
 A few hours later what had been Tommy was slid it onto the cart he wheeled to the picnic area. The roasted boy was transferred to a platter and then to the table.
 Patrick is left alone to dine on the meat. He started with his favorite piece, the penis. He slid his mouth over the member it up to the ball sack and bit down.
The flavor was nothing like he'd ever had before. Spicy but not overly hot and more importantly he could still taste the boy.
 Patrick used a knife to sever the scrotum and gulped down the two little cum soaked nuggets. They too were excellent tasting thanks to the boy coming-of-age.
 For his next selection Patrick decided on rump roast and carved off the right buttock. As he devoured this excellent piece of meat he wondered if it was the way the boy had been cooked or the boy himself.  He thought with little training maybe he could become a great chef. If you use another chef was restaurant just outside of Paris France.
This restaurant had one of his lowest profit margins of any outside of Somalia and that should not be. That country is not a high tourist destination so he had to rely on the Somali pirates to dine there often and they did but only in small numbers.
 He had a feeling there would be disciplinary actions at Paris location. That's why it was next stop on his inspection tour.
 Patrick carved himself out some ribs and as he ate them said he would ask the BBQ master who is interested in going to cannibal chef school. He would have to also ask Mama Celeste, because he didn't want to deprive the woman of her cook.
 That's what he did was he had finished carving up the meat. He called his chauffeur and had him come with an ice chest. He want to take what was left of the barbecued boy with him, after all it was a long trip Paris.
 It turned out the boy was interested in going to cannibal chef school. That he had applied a couple of times only to be rejected.
 He talked about it with Mama Celeste who said pretty much the same thing.
 "They say they don't have room for him. They think just because were from the middle of nowhere Louisiana I can't afford said my grandson to their school, well I can. I also have another grandson could take over his duties so that won't be a problem."
 Patrick nodded and replied, "I have a lot of leverage with these schools because that's where I get all my chefs from. If you're grandson does as well as I think he will I may have her position for him in one of my restaurants. You should receive a notice in about month that he's been accepted."
 With that Patrick bid the woman a good day and was driven to the airport. The only took a few piece of meat on his plane and gave the rest to the chauffeur who was also a cannibal.

To be continued