Every Halloween, I throw a big party, and obviously, like any event I’m hosting, I’m serving up boypork. Unlike the rest of the year, I make sure to get some free range pork for the occasion, even if I have three housepigs ready to cook and a basement full of caged pigs. Some would call it pointless, I prefer to think of it as giving some lucky pig an authentic Halloween experience.
This is the centrepiece of tonight’s Hogloween, a delicious Brazilian chubster. He hit me up on Grindr thinking I was just a chubby chaser, eager to experience everything LA has to offer, including Halloween. 56 inch waist, 251 pounds of delicious, melt-in-the-mouth pork means that I didn’t bother with my usual process, I’d already found my meal.
So I made a game of it. I wanted to see how long I could go before this entree realized he was the main course. Luckily for me, he was as dumb as he was delicious. He fasted for three days because I told him it’d mean he’d get to gorge on candy didn’t cum for weeks before the big event, and “It’s halloween” was enough to convince him this is just how Halloween goes.
Luckily, he took all the comments on how delicious he looked as a compliment, happily let me and my buds use him all we wanted, and even when we were stuffing him full of a special toffee apple and pork stuffing he just accepted the attention. He didn’t even care that I insisted he drink everything I put in front of him, or complain about hunger despite promising to make him into a delicious pork dinner.
He thought it was a fun party game to let us cover him in a toffee apple and bourbon glaze, all the while talking about how delicious he’d be, even choosing our cuts. He just thought we were kinky when we trussed him up, and that we were posing for a cool photo when he opened wide for the apple. We took a photo, of course, everyone needs a before shot ;)
Sure, the booze kept him dumb and compliant, but after a few minutes in the oven he must have realized we weren’t going to let him out for at least a few hours. After all, what sort of Halloween party starts at eleven AM?
By the time the party really got rolling there was a whole roasted longpig on a platter in the garden, apple shoved deep in his mouth, ready to carve. I got first choice, of course - cock and balls, ass, belly, chest, and a whole leg - but there was plenty left over for everyone else, and at the end of the night I still had a groaning stomach and half a pig to tide me over until halloween.
Hell, one thing everyone knows about Halloween is Trick or Treat. We played a trick, alright, but fuck, did we get a treat ;)
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