Chapter 6

The next evening...

“Wait, why am I strapped to this table?” Eugene asked as he noticed that his body hair was gone ... and felt something else was missing.

His cock ... it was gone now, too, and the wound had been cauterized. But why? He looked at Jake, who smiled wickedly at him as he dangled the man’s own dick in front of his face. What the hell was going on here? Eugene really panicked now, despite the lack of pain, as his prick had been cut off in his sleep.

“Don’t worry, Gene. We’re not done with you yet. Look further down. Your feet are gone, too. In fact, everything below your knees is gone. I wanted you to be awake for this part, though. We’re about to remove your tongue. That will be quite the treat, I think. That way, you can’t scream when we sever your hands and forearms. The calves, dick, and tongue, though, that will be good enough for supper tonight.

“We’ll take more for tomorrow’s dinner, of course. Now, Lori Ann, Mom, Kyra, Van, and Cheyenne ... what wine goes best with long pig, do you think?” Jake laughed evilly.

Eugene looked on in utter horror at his own fate that was sealed ... he was to be eaten and he had no hope of escape now. Everyone seemed quite satisfied with the idea of eating him, too. No one protested the notion that he should be the evening meal. Wait, he wouldn’t have to eat himself, too, would he? God, he hoped not!

That was his last thought before his tongue was yanked out with pincers and he passed out from pure agony. When he awoke again, he was seated at the table as he was served a smoothie of some sort. To his sickening horror, Eugene saw even sweet, young Cheyenne devouring his meat greedily. Worse still, there was Lori Ann obviously eating his dick with relish. He couldn’t even object now, could he?

“Eugene, how nice of you to join us for dinner! It’s been great to have you!” Reba quipped, clearly enjoying Eugene’s horrifying predicament.

Right before his very eyes, he saw the bizarre sexual tension between Brock and Barbara Jean. The latter sat very gingerly after being pounded forty ways to Sunday of late by her nine new men and their wives ... yes, apparently, they were all married. Brock’s new girlfriends, Candy and Mandy, flaunted the fact that they were Brock’s and both of his past wives had lost him. Oddly enough, this really bothered Reba and Barbara Jean alike. Perhaps they suffered some buyer’s remorse, but if so, why? Both marriages were troubled at the best of times, after all.

As everyone began eating, Eugene noticed that the others were falling asleep ... except for Jake. Clearly, Jake had an agenda, but what was it? It was something, though. There was no doubt of that. Whatever it was, it was clear to Eugene that Jake didn’t want his family to know it, but he didn’t mind if Eugene knew, because, well, Eugene was going to die soon. A tongueless captive slated for death was sure to carry Jake’s secret to his grave.