The Meat Market
By Ernest Winchester
Copyright: By Ernest Winchester
Sheila Walker leaned down to get a closer look at the rock hard erection jutting out from the man’s pubic bush. It had a slight upward slant and she seemed to appreciate that, although she said nothing nor made any indication that she was favoring the specimen. His nut sack was appealing enough as well, showing a good-sized pair and not dangling too far nor pulled up too tight. They were snug under the base of his cock as they should be. She moved her head around to view it from the side. It seemed thick enough and she didn’t need a ruler to know it was at least seven inches. No man offered at this establishment was less. She moved back to eye the tiny slit in the middle of his glans. She stared intently at the opening but could detect no pre-come emerging. ‘Pity,’ she thought, but still said nothing. She straightened and casually glanced across the man’s abs and chest. Good muscle tone, not that it mattered. She didn’t bother looking up at his face, knowing that he would be looking straight ahead, barely blinking. Unlike puppies in a pet store, they were not allowed to show any eagerness. She glanced back at the cock but had no desire to reach out to touch it with her bare fingers, and certainly didn’t wish to put her mouth on it just yet. She would be enjoying it soon enough.
“Well, I guess he’ll do. After all it’s only Wednesday.”
“Very well, Ms. Walker.” The attendant passed an electronic scanner across a tag that was attached to the man’s right earlobe. It was the only thing that he was wearing. The attendant double checked the display on the scanner then entered a code that finalized the purchase.
Ms. Walker turned to leave, pausing only briefly to take a casual glance at the cocks of the last two men lined-up on display. There were six of them standing at attention in the row, on display for the establishment’s clientele. She stopped for a second at the last man. His cock was sagging slightly.
“You’re not using chemical enhancements to get them hard, are you?” She asked, over her shoulder. The men had been especially trained to achieve an erection without any direct contact or visual stimulation, working only with their minds.
“Oh, Ms. Walker, you know we never do that. Maybe at some of the other places, but not here; would you like me to get another man for the line?” The attendant was eager to please, as always.
She glanced back up the line at the other cocks standing erect. “No. The one I selected will due.” There was little enthusiasm in her voice, however, as she left.
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Out in the lobby, Sheila joined her two friends, Mittsy Black and Babbs Yeats. It was obvious that they had made their selections and were waiting for her.
“Well Sheila, you sure took your time. I hope you selected one that will fill you completely.” Mittsy said, and laughed. Mittsy was the redhead of the group, so she sometime answered to ‘Red,’ though red was not the proper adjective—for her long, unruly locks were the color of highly polished copper, a color that turned heads where ever she went.
“You know it doesn’t matter, Mittsy. No matter how big the cock, in two or three hours you’re ready for another one.”
The friends laughed, even the brunette, Babbs. Babbs was, as usual, the solemn one of the group. She was the first to stop laughing and said, “Well, shall we see how much money we can squander before lunch. And after lunch why don’t we go over to the Highlands Mall for cheesecake?”
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After two hours of shopping, the friends returned and deposited their bundles at the front desk. The shopping spree had whetted their appetites and they were eager to move into the special room set aside for the enjoyment of the selections they had made earlier. The attendant appeared on cue and escorted them into the room. Once they were comfortable, he rang a small bell to signal the males who had been waiting. The three nearly naked individuals entered the small room and approached. Each had a platter in his right hand and they placed the offerings before the three friends. Ms. Walker looked down at the cock, nestled in its bun; the end of which turned up with a slant that made it poke out. She picked up the hotdog bun and bit off half the glans.
In spite of all his training, the waiter winced slightly as Ms. Walker chewed.
“Is it to your liking?” he was required to ask. He had prepared the meal; and he was the meal.
After swallowing the bite she said, “It would have been sweeter with some pre-come.”
“I’m terribly sorry.”
“Too late now.” She waved him away with a limp backhand.
As she picked up her knife and fork to slice into one of the two deep fried testicles that bracketed the hotdog bun, the waiter turned and moved away rather stiffly. The anesthesia was wearing off and the surgical dressing at his crotch was pulling on the stitches.