Can02

Story Script:

ACTOR1: The paint is dry. Now, for the seasoning. Lie still, my feast. My blade is sharp, but my tongue is sharper.
ACTOR2: No... please... don't cut me.
ACTOR1: Just a shallow score along your ribs. To let the marinade seep into the muscle. The honey and chilies will burn so sweetly inside you.
ACTOR2: It stings...
ACTOR1: Good. Pain enhances flavor. Now, open your mouth.
ACTOR2: Why?
ACTOR1: The final brine. Spit. My spit. Swallow it. It will tenderize you from the inside. Your throat works... perfect. Now, roll over. I need to prepare the prime cut.
ACTOR2: You can't be serious...
ACTOR1: I am utterly serious. This firm, round ass... it will roast over the coals for hours. But first, it needs stuffing. Herbs. Citrus. And my fingers, to open the channel.
ACTOR2: Stop! That's... fuck...
ACTOR1: Your hole is clenching. So tight. But it will relax. I'm pushing two fingers in deep, stretching you for the lemon. Can you feel it? You're being prepped, stuffed, and trussed. My personal offering to the fire.
ACTOR2: It's too much...
ACTOR1: It's just the beginning. Imagine the heat, not from my touch, but from the pit. Your skin will crackle. Your juices will drip, and we will catch them in gourds. And this... this thick cock, now soft with fear? It will be a delicacy, served to the chief.
ACTOR2: You're a monster.
ACTOR1: I'm a chef. And you, my love, are the main course. Now be quiet. The oven is almost ready.