vore || rapline

imagine hs and yg carefully rubbing oil into joon’s skin every day. giving him face massages and foot rubs and back rubs. feeding him all organic food and making sure his diet is well balanced.

keeping their meat properly tenderized and flavored at all times.

he knows that he’s being treated like a pig raised for slaughter but he loves the attention. loves the way hs digs his hands into nj’s thighs and ass and squeezes to make sure his texture is just right. loves yg’s clinical eye when he inspects him inside and out for imperfections

they’re meticulous with the way they keep him clean. nails always trimmed and neat, body clean shaven from head to toe. some days while yg is shaving him, nj feels like a chicken getting feathered for dinner. but it’s a good feeling. yg’s hungry gaze is alluring.

he wishes he could be awake. wishes he could be conscious on the day they finally feast on him. feel their teeth breaking his skin and tearing at his flesh. feel the pitter-pattering pulse of his heart rate speeding up and then slowing to a stop.

so they tell him about it, for comfort. they lay him between them in their bed and murmur about all the delicious meals they’ll prepare when his body is finally ready.

the rosemary and thyme that hs grows in the garden will be used to marinate his calves, before the meat is cubed and sautéed. his hands, feet, and tongue will be deboned and ground, then stuffed into pasta and preserved as a delicacy for guests.

yg has been making a special spice rub for when they slice his ass and back into steaks. they’ll pan sear him on the grill together and eat him well.

his arms and legs are for stu, to last them all winter. they’ll make a special broth after cooking the fat off of him and boiling his bones.

yg likes to coo about how soft and squishy nj’s face is. how he’ll slice it thin like sashimi and save it for the most special occasion. hs most looks forward to his chest. promises to fry it like chicken and enjoy it with beer and good music when he misses nj most.

when the day finally comes, nj is so excited he can barely keep still. they have him naked, waxed clean, and laid out on the table between them. he can see their tools set out, sharp and serrated and intimidating.

they know nj doesn’t want a sedative. doesn’t want to spoil their meal by putting any drugs in his body. doesn’t want it over quickly. wants to feel every single moment until he can’t feel anything at all anymore.

yg kisses and bites hungrily at his lips, like he can’t wait, like he wants to have him raw. hs pets him, leans over him, and smiles.

“Are you ready?”