The Barbarian's Birthday The air clung heavy with the scent of old parchment and simmering stew, the flicker of lanterns casting long shadows across the damp stone walls of the dungeon. Rock Blackhorn leaned against a thick oak beam, his massive frame dwarfed only by the weight of his own disappointment. The rest of the party was scattered, their noses buried in dusty tomes, muttering incantations that meant nothing to him. No candles, no song, no clumsy gestures of celebration. Just another day in the dungeon, it seemed. His birthday had come and gone, unnoticed. Senshi, the stout dwarf chef, moved with the quiet efficiency of a man who knew his place in the world. His apron was stained with the remnants of former meals, and his meaty hands were still slick with the grease of roasting jelly cube meat. He paused as he passed the barbarian Rock, his sharp eyes catching the bull's downturned gaze. Senshi's expression softened, a rare sight in a man who wore his practicality like armor. "Hey, Rock," Senshi said, his voice gruff but not unkind. He wiped his hands on his apron, leaving streaks of gristle behind. "You look like you've lost your last marble. Everything alright?" Rock shrugged, the motion barely perceptible. His horns gleamed faintly in the dim light. "Just... didn't sleep well, is all." Senshi snorted, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Liar. You think I don't know when a man's down in the dumps? I've seen that look before. It's the kind that comes from being forgotten." Rock's ears twitched, a betraying flicker of emotion. He didn't meet Senshi's gaze, choosing instead to stare at the floor, where a crack in the stone seemed to mirror the fissure in his mood. "Come on," Senshi said, his tone shifting to one of practiced persuasion. "I've got a new recipe I'm working on. Something special. And I could use a hand." Rock raised an eyebrow, though his voice carried the edge of disinterest. "A recipe? What kind of recipe?" Senshi's smile was small but knowing. "The kind that requires... particular ingredients. And I think you might be just the bull for the job." There was something in Senshi's tone that caught Rock's attention, a subtle undercurrent that made him straighten, his curiosity piqued despite himself. He studied the dwarf, searching for answers in the creases of his face. Senshi's expression gave nothing away, but his eyes gleamed with a conspiratorial light. After a moment, Rock pushed himself off the beam, his movements deliberate. "Sure," he said finally, his deep voice tinged with a reluctance he couldn't fully hide. "What do you need?" Senshi's grin widened, just enough to show the edge of his teeth. "Oh, I think you'll figure it out." The dim glow of the campfire cast long shadows across the dusty floor and stone walls, the air thick with the scent of simmering spices and fresh herbs. Rock stood in the center of the room, his broad frame dwarfed only by the high ceilings. His apron, worn and frayed at the edges, hung from his neck like a badge of honor, draping only enough to cover the bull's groin, while his huge balls remained visible underneath, showcasing the pride he carried with each step. Senshi, shorter by nearly a foot, circled around him, his hands clasped behind his back. The chef's eyes gleamed with a knowing light, his voice smooth as he spoke, "You know, Rock, the best recipes require more than just ingredients. They need passion, dedication, and a willingness to give your all." Rock's gaze remained fixed on the floor, his voice low and even. "I'm here to help, Senshi. Just tell me what you need." A chuckle escaped the dwarf, deep and resonant. "Oh, I think you'll see soon enough." With a quick motion, Senshi reached up and untied the apron strings behind Rock's neck. The fabric slid off, pooling at Rock's feet with a soft rustle. The sudden exposure sent a shiver down Rock's spine, but he stood firm, his posture a testament to his pride. Senshi's hands cupped the weight of Rock's testicles with a practiced ease. His fingers kneaded the smooth, chocolate orbs with a tenderness that was at odds with his gruff exterior. The dwarf's warm touch sent shivers up Rock's spine, the sensation unfamiliar yet oddly comforting. Senshi's roughened hands, calloused from years of handling sharp instruments and hot pans, felt surprisingly gentle against the tender skin of his testicles. The dwarf's fingers traced the smooth skin surface, exploring their impressive size and heft. He squeezed them gently, appreciating the firmness within his grasp. His thumb caressed the apex of one, a touch that sent a jolt of pleasure through Rock's body. "These... have you had them touched by magic?" Senshi asked, his gaze locked onto the bull’s endowments. Rock felt his cheeks warm with a mix of pride and embarrassment at the attention he was receiving. The dwarf chef's open admiration was something he never expected, but it kindled secret fantasies he had long kept hidden. He shook his head slowly, his deep voice carrying a hint of amusement as he replied, "Nah, no magic. Just good old fashioned bull balls." Senshi looked up at him with surprise, eyebrows raised in disbelief. "You're telling me," he began, gesturing vaguely at Rock's massive testicles, "that these are all natural? No potions or spells to enhance their size or virility?" "Nope," Rock responded with an easy shrug, "just haven't been using them much lately is all." He shifted a bit under Senshi's touch, feeling a thrill run through him as the dwarf continued to handle his prized possessions with such reverence. It was an unexpected sensation - this mixture of pride and pleasure, tinged with an undercurrent of vulnerability that made his heart pound in his chest. "You've been holding out on us," Senshi said with a playful grin, his thumbs tracing slow circles over the taut skin of Rock's testicles. "These are magnificent," he murmured, a hint of reverence in his voice. "A testament to your virility and strength." Rock's heart pounded, his breath catching in his throat. The touch was unexpected, yet familiar, sparking a mix of embarrassment and arousal. His mind raced, torn between the desire to pull away and the urge to lean into the sensation. His thoughts were a jumble of pride and submission, each emotion warring for dominance. The warmth of Senshi's hands contrasted with the coolness of the kitchen air, each knead sending ripples of pleasure through Rock's frame. He could feel the weight of Senshi's gaze, admiring, appreciative, and yet, he couldn't meet it. His eyes remained downcast, his voice barely a whisper, "Senshi..." The name hung in the air, a question and a plea all at once. Senshi's response was a knowing smile, his hands moving with a deliberate slowness that left Rock's thoughts in turmoil. The world seemed to narrow to the point of contact, each touch igniting a fire that Rock couldn't ignore. Rock’s erection jutted upwards, a proud obelisk of masculinity that stood testament to his arousal. The thickness of him was emphasized by the contrast between his dark skin and the pale, almost luminescent sheen of pre-come that dripped from the tip. As Senshi's hands continued their intimate exploration, Rock struggled to maintain his composure. He felt the rough pads of Senshi's fingers trace over the heavy, veined surface of his testicles, treating them with the same meticulous attention he gave to fresh ingredients in his cooking. The dwarf treated his balls like prized truffles, ready to be shaved into thin slices and savored on the tongue. Rock let out a low moan as Senshi’s fingers continued their gentle exploration. His balls were being handled like precious commodities, weighed for their value and considered for their worth. Pride swelled within him at the attention they commanded; his massive orbs had always been a source of envy among other males in the community. Yet beneath this pride stirred an undercurrent of fear. The way Senshi studied his balls was too akin to how he examined a prime cut of beef before setting it upon his chopping board. The dwarf's gaze held a glint that spoke of hidden intentions - intentions that left a chill creeping up Rock's spine. Despite this fear, or perhaps because of it, Rock couldn’t help but arch into Senshi’s touch. His body betrayed him, responding in earnest to the dwarf’s ministrations. He was like an animal caught in a trap: terrified, yet hopelessly aroused. His erection throbbed in time with his heartbeat, each pulse sending waves of pleasure through him. His mind swirled with embarrassment and pleasure as he tried to make sense of what was happening. He wanted to push Senshi away, to reclaim control over his body and regain some semblance of dignity. Yet every touch from the dwarf was like a spark against dry tinder, igniting a desire that left him breathless and wanting more. The cool air of the kitchen was a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body. His fur stood on end, and he could feel beads of sweat forming along his spine. He was a spectacle, his raw virility laid bare for Senshi's hungry gaze. "Senshi..." Rock breathed out again, a desperate plea. His eyes were wide with a mix of desire and uncertainty, the intensity of his arousal leaving him vulnerable and exposed. His massive balls hung heavily between his legs, their weight an ever-present reminder of the attention they commanded. Senshi just smiled at him, his eyes reflecting the flames from the kitchen hearth as he released Rock’s scrotum and turned to take something from the leather-bound chef kit next to him. The gleam of steel caught the dim light of the kitchen, the blade so sharp it seemed to hum with anticipation. Senshi’s voice, low and steady, cut through the heavy air. “This might hurt, Rock. You must tell me if it’s too much.” Rock swallowed, the dry click of his throat loud in his ears. He nodded, trying to keep his gaze steady, but it kept drifting back to the knife in Senshi’s hand. The dwarf’s fingers were steady, his movements precise, every gesture a testament to his craft. Rock’s breath hitched as Senshi stepped closer, the scent of spices and oil mingling with the faint musk of his arousal. “It’s okay,” Rock rumbled, the words gruff despite the tremor beneath them. “I can take it.” Senshi’s eyes met his, a flicker of something unreadable there before he nodded. “Good. You’re helping me create something special, Rock. Something… perfect.” The first touch of the blade was cool against Rock’s skin, a sharp sting that gave way to a spreading warmth. He gasped, his hands instinctively clenching into fists at his sides. The pain was there, sharp and insistent, but it was nothing compared to the heat that surged through him. He felt the weight of his testicles shift as Senshi worked to peel the furry scrotum away from the prized nuggets within. “Easy,” Senshi murmured, his voice soft, almost soothing. “Just relax.” Rock’s breath came in short, sharp gasps as Senshi’s fingers delved deeper, reaching into his scrotum and holding his balls directly. The sensation was indescribable—a mix of pain and pleasure so intense it left him lightheaded. He could feel the dwarf’s touch, sure and deliberate, every movement a testament to his skill. The embarrassment burned in his chest, but it only fueled the fire in his veins. His dick leaked steadily, the sticky trails dripping down his thighs, and he couldn’t bring himself to care. Senshi lifted the testicles out of his scrotum, one in each hand, lifting the huge organs out and into the burning air, their weight significant even in the dwarf’s capable hands. Rock’s stomach tightened as he watched, the sight of his own body being handled so casually sending a wave of conflicting emotions crashing over him. He wanted to look away, to hide his face and pretend this wasn’t happening, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away. There was something primal in the sight, something that spoke to a deep, buried part of him. “They’re perfect,” Senshi breathed, his voice filled with genuine awe. His fingers kneaded the flesh of the naked testicles, the pressure sending sparks of pleasure through Rock’s body. “So heavy, so full of life. You truly are a masterpiece, Rock.” The words sent a flush rising to Rock’s cheeks, but beneath the embarrassment was a strange, twisted pride. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to react, so he just stood there, his body betraying him with every passing second. His dick throbbed, the head slick with precum, and his testicles ached with a mix of pain and pleasure that left him breathless. Senshi’s hands moved with a practiced ease, his touch both gentle and unyielding as he kneaded and stretched the testicles further from Rock’s groin. Rock could feel the heat of the dwarf’s body, the faint brush of his fur against his skin as he worked. The sensations were overwhelming, a cacophony of pain and pleasure that left Rock gasping, his thoughts a jumbled mess of conflicting emotions. He wanted to pull away, to escape the vulnerability of this moment, but he couldn’t. All he could do was stand there, his body exposed and trembling, as Senshi worked his magic. And yet, beneath it all, there was a strange sense of calm. A sense of surrender. Rock didn’t realize it until it was too late, until the moment had already passed, but in that fleeting instant, he felt it. A quiet acceptance, a willingness to let go and see where this twisted path would lead. The air was thick with the scent of blood and oil as Senshi’s hands moved with the precision of a master craftsman. Rock’s eyes were fixed on the cutting board, where his testicles lay like two gleaming orbs, their surfaces slick with a fine sheen of blood. Their cords trailed back to Rock’s groin like gleaming cables, ensuring that he felt everything that was about to happen. The faint tremble in Rock’s legs wasn’t just from the lingering ache in his scrotum; it was from the surreal horror of watching something so intimate, so *his*, being treated like nothing more than an ingredient. “Beautiful,” Senshi muttered, his voice low and reverent as he picked up the knife. The blade gleamed in the dim light of the dungeon, its edge sharp enough to catch the faint flicker of the torches. Rock flinched as the knife pressed against the top of the bull’s left testicle, the cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of Senshi’s hands. “Big and juicy,” Senshi said, his gaze fixed intently on his work. “Perfect for stuffing.” The first slice was smooth, a clean, deliberate cut down the middle. Rock’s breath hitched as the blade bit into the flesh, the sound wet and heavy, like cutting into a ripe melon. His testicle split open, revealing the soft, scalloped interior. Senshi’s hands moved with practiced ease, his fingers were gentle, almost reverent, as they slipped inside to explore the tender flesh. "Cloves of garlic," Senshi murmured, his words hanging in the air like an incantation. He reached into a small pouch at his side, pulling out a handful of white, fragrant cloves. With painstaking precision, he pushed one into Rock's testicle, the clove disappearing into the soft interior. The scent filled the room, pungent and sharp, cutting through the muskiness of Rock's arousal. "Lemon wedges," Senshi continued, his voice steady as he worked. He took a fresh lemon from his supplies and cut it into thin slices. The citrus scent mingled with the garlic, creating an aroma that was both tantalizing and unsettling. One by one, he inserted the lemon slices into Rock's testicle, their juice mingling with his own fluids and trickling down onto Senshi's hands. "And black pepper," Senshi finished. He produced a small grinder from his pouch and ground fresh black pepper directly into Rock's testicle. The coarse grains bit into Rock's flesh, creating a slight burn that added another layer to his pleasure-pain. Senshi’s hands moved to the second testicle, his fingers deft as he sliced it down the middle. “You know,” he said, his voice calm and conversational, “I’ve worked with a lot of ingredients in my time, but this… this is something special.” Senshi repeated the process with an artist's dedication. Each insertion was made carefully, almost lovingly, ensuring that each ingredient was perfectly placed to enhance Rock’s natural flavors. The ache in Rock's groin was building again; not just from Senshi’s ministrations but also from the anticipation of what was to come. As Senshi finished stuffing him full of flavorings and began sewing him shut with practiced hands, Rock knew he had allowed himself to become food in a way he never thought possible. Yet as he looked down at Senshi's handiwork - his own testicles stuffed and prepared like gourmet delicacies - he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The chef had treated his prized possessions with the respect they deserved, turning them into something more. Something to be savored, enjoyed. Rock’s face burned as he watched Senshi work. There was something deeply unsettling about seeing his testicles being treated like any other piece of meat. But beneath the embarrassment, beneath the humiliation, there was something else—a twisted, primal arousal that he couldn’t ignore. His dick throbbed, the head slick with precum, and his balls ached with a mix of pain and pleasure that left him breathless. He paused, looking up at Rock with a grin. “You should be proud of yourself. Not everyone can say they’ve been turned into something this exquisite.” Rock’s cheeks burned hotter at the compliment, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away. The sensations were overwhelming—pain and pleasure tangled together in a way that left him gasping. His dick pulsed, the head leaking steadily as he struggled to keep his composure. But it was no use. “Yeah, Rock, you should be proud,” Senshi said, smirking as he watched the bull’s dick throbbing. “You’re going to make an excellent meal.” That was all it took. With a low, guttural grunt, Rock felt it happen. He began to ejaculate, thick ropes of semen spurting out of his dick without any touch, without any warning. Rock feels a shiver run down his spine as Senshi grips his penis, the blade gliding smoothly underneath it. With a quick, precise motion, Senshi makes the cut, a sharp pain just at the root of his dick, but it wasn’t severed. He could feel the dwarf’s fingers holding his dick up and out of the way, and as he peered, he gasped as he realized what he had done. His cum fountained from the slash at the root of his penis, shifted from spurts to a wider, undirected fountain. His seed glazed out over the stuffed testicles, soaking the open wounds with his salty cream. He could feel the warmth of the liquid as it seeped down between the stinging lemon slices and sharp, protruding garlic cloves. "Easy now, Rock," Senshi murmurs, his voice soothing. "Just let it flow. You're doing perfectly." Rock mooed, his face buried in his hands, peering between his fingers as the shame of his orgasm washed over him. But beneath it all, there was that same twisted sense of pride. He can't believe he's letting this happen, yet a part of him feels a twisted satisfaction. The semen glistens on the testicles, creating a golden glaze that adds to their appeal. Once the flow subsides, Senshi gently lifts the testicles, now glistening with Rock's semen, and begins to wrap them in plantain leaves. The soft, fresh leaves crinkle softly as he folds them, the sound reassuring and methodical. Rock watches through his fingers, the sight both disturbing and intriguing. With a final pat, Senshi lifts the wrapped testicles, leading Rock by them to the campfire grill. He placed the wrapped parcel on the grill, and the flames crackled around them, casting flickering shadows on the walls. Rock could feel the heat radiating off the fire, his nerves tingling with anticipation as Senshi carefully adjusted the package's position on the grill. The soft glow of the fire danced on Senshi's face, casting an ethereal glow that only added to the surreal experience. Rock’s erection waned, the thick cudgel sagging forward. Rock would have allowed it to rest on the grill , on top of the parcels, but Senshi caught it and instead tucked it down between the extended cords that led to the sizzling parcel. “That’s not for tonight, Rock,” Senshi said, his voice steady against the crackling fire. "Only one culinary delight at a time. I want to pay homage to these'; bull testicles are a delicacy not many can boast about." The dwarf chef sat back down, watching over the grill with hawk-like intensity. The heat from the fire gradually soaked into the wrapped meats, causing Rock's testicles to twitch and jerk involuntarily. He felt a strange sensation, like tiny bubbles popping within him, as juices began to ooze out from his balls. The smell wafting from the grill was intoxicating. There was a rich aroma of seared meat mixed with the scent of burning plantain leaves, making Rock's mouth water despite himself. He found himself entranced by the sight of his balls grilling on the fire, their size even more pronounced under the heat. Senshi stoked the fire, his eyes alight with a mixture of fascination and delight. Rock, still watching from behind his fingers, felt his stomach churn at the scent. It was both grotesque and tantalizing, a blend of spices, herbs, and the raw, earthy aroma of his own flesh. Senshi turned the parcel on the grill with expert care, ensuring each side was evenly cooked. The juices within sizzled and popped, sending droplets of moisture into the flames where they evaporated with a soft hiss. The heat gradually soaked into the wrapped meats, the plantain leaves protecting them from direct heat, and tightening around their precious cargo. "You're doing well, Rock," Senshi reassured him again, turning to look at him with an encouraging smile. "Let's just give it a bit more time." Time passed languidly by the fire. Rock found himself lost in a strange reverie as he watched Senshi cook his testicles. The air had grown thick with the scent of garlic and lemon, the sharp tang of citrus cutting through the smoky sweetness of the fire. Rock’s testicles, now swaddled in plantain leaves, hissed and crackled on the grill, their juices seeping into the flames and sending tiny plumes of vapor curling into the air. The sound was almost primal, a low, guttural sizzle that seemed to hum with the weight of what had been done. Rock stood motionless, his massive frame towering over the fire, his eyes half-lidded as the heat kissed his skin. He became acutely aware of every flicker of flame, every pop and sizzle from the fire, even the subtle shifts in temperature as the night deepened. The pain was there, a dull ache in his emptiness, but it was distant, muffled by the exhaustion that had claimed him. He didn’t flinch, didn’t react, as though the pain had become a part of him, something he could no longer distinguish from the rest of his being. Eventually, Senshi deemed their meal ready. He carefully lifted the leaf-wrapped meats off the fire with a pair of tongs and placed them onto a wooden platter. Then he gently unwrapped them one by one to reveal what had once been a part of Rock. They were transformed - no longer recognizably testicles but now pieces of culinary delicacy. Cooked to perfection, they glistened under the firelight, smelling of exotic spices and wood smoke. And as Senshi cut into one of them, the knife sliding through the tender meat with ease, Rock felt an odd sense of accomplishment. “They’re perfect,” Senshi said, his voice low and smooth, like the first sip of a rich wine. “The fire does wonders for the flavor. You should be proud, Rock. This… this is something special.” Rock’s gaze drifted to the grill, his eyes catching the faint glow of the embers through the plantain leaves. He could see the outline of his testicles, their shape unmistakable even through the wrapping. A shiver ran through him, not from the heat, but from the knowledge of what those testicles had become. They were no longer a part of him, no longer his to flaunt or hide. They were food now, something to be savored and consumed. The thought sent a strange, twisting emotion through his chest, a mix of pride and loss that he couldn’t untangle. With that, Senshi tugged them away from Rock’s body, the cords that had connected them crumbling away, blackened and charred from the licking flames. Rock hadn’t even noticed when he had lost sensation in his balls, the warmth from the fire having settled deeply in his guts long before. He reached down, stroking his empty scrotum as the massive parcel was lifted off of the grill and carried to the wooden bench that they used as a serving table. A moment later, the sound of footsteps echoed through the room, heavy and booted. The rest of the party had returned, their faces lit with the flush of excitement and the faint sheen of sweat. They were laughing, their voices bright and oblivious, completely unaware of what had transpired in their absence. “Something smells incredible,” one of them said, their nose twitching as they caught the scent of the grilled meat. “Senshi, you’ve outdone yourself this time.” Senshi smiled, his lips curling up in a small, knowing smile. “Just a little something I’ve been working on,” he said, his voice light and casual. “A mystery meat. Let’s see what you all think.” The testicles were unwrapped with a flourish, the plantain leaves peeling back to reveal the stuffed, glistening flesh beneath. As if from a distance, Rock watched as Senshi carefully cupped one side of the closer testicle, the rough skin of his palm contrasting sharply with the smooth, cooked flesh of Rock's testicles. With a swift and steady motion, the dwarf sliced it open, revealing a cross section that was oddly beautiful in its simplicity. The outer layer was crisped to a tantalizing golden-brown, the inner meat a darker hue, embedded with pepper and garlic, fragrant with spices and succulent juices. The rogue went to grab it, but Senshi slapped their hand away, instead slicing a medallion of the flesh free for himself. Senshi lifted the piece to his lips, pausing just long enough for Rock to see the anticipation in his eyes before taking a bite. The dwarf closed his eyes as he chewed, savoring the taste and texture of the bull’s manhood. The crunch of the outer shell gave way to a moist tenderness beneath, each bite releasing more of the rich, meaty flavor infused by the fire and smoke. The sight drew a low groan from Rock’s throat. He felt an odd emptiness where his balls had once been - an emptiness that echoed within him each time Senshi took another bite. With every mouthful consumed, part of him was being devoured too. Senshi turned to him then, his eyes still closed in ecstasy as he swallowed. "Rock.. the texture," Senshi said as he carefully rolled the flesh around in his mouth, "it's firm yet tender. Just like you." His words were spoken with a serious reverence that belied the playful twinkle in his eyes. "It’s extraordinary." He opened his eyes and looked at him, a glint of admiration in their depths. "You should try it." And despite everything – despite the loss, despite the strange mixture of pride and humiliation churning within him – Rock found himself reaching out to take one. His fingers trembled as they closed around it, feeling its weight and warmth against his palm. He looked down at what had once been part of him – something that had defined him as a man – now reduced to nothing more than food on a platter. But there was now a new kind of pride welling up within him, born from the knowledge that he had provided something so exquisite that it could bring such pleasure to others. Rock watched as Senshi began to serve the dish to their party members, each piece carved with precision and served on wooden platters with a side of grilled vegetables. He saw the look of anticipation on their faces, heard their appreciative murmurs as they took in the aroma of the meat. And when they bit into it, when they savored that first mouthful and hummed in delight, Rock felt an unexpected thrill. A ripple of pleasure surged through him, and he felt his cheeks flush. The paladin, a stoic grizzly bear with a serious countenance, was the first to comment, eyes lighting up in delight as he exclaimed, “By the gods! It's rich, savory...the texture is unbelievable," he mumbled between mouthfuls. “Is it some sort of exotic venison?" The dwarf chef merely chuckled, his eyes glinting with concealed mirth as he cleaned his carving knife. "Let's just say it's a secret ingredient I've been saving for a special occasion." Rock swallowed hard, feeling an odd sense of pride at the praise. His gaze shifted to the rogue, a sly and flirtatious fox who was known for his discerning palate. The vulpine had already taken a second bite, chewing thoughtfully before letting out a soft whistle of surprise. "Never tasted anything like this before," he admitted, licking his lips. "It's tender yet robust... full-bodied yet subtly sweet. Senshi, you've outdone yourself." The mage, an aloof snow leopard, savored the meat thoughtfully. His keen eyes twinkled with intrigue. "It's got a very unique flavor profile...almost exotic." He glanced over to Rock, and the bull almost gasped at the knowing look in his eyes. The snow leopard glanced down, to Rock’s groin, and then back up, smirking slowly. Rock had never seen the mage smile before. He said nothing, instead stuffing another forkful of steaming bull meat into his maw. Even the gentle doe cleric who usually subsisted on a vegetarian diet due to her religious vows, found herself unable to resist trying a small piece. The look of surprise on her face when she tasted it was priceless. "It's so tender and juicy!" she said, her voice laced with surprise and admiration. “Can I… have a larger portion? Since it’s a special occasion, and all.” Their praises echoed through Rock's ears like a symphony of validation. He had never felt such strange satisfaction before - being admired not for his physical prowess or masculine charm but simply for what he could provide. There was an odd thrill in seeing their enjoyment, hearing their exclamations of delight and knowing that he had provided them with such pleasure. It was perverse and strange and – if he were being completely honest with himself – incredibly arousing. "I demand that Senshi cook this again!" the rogue declared amidst his raving compliments, eliciting nods of agreement from the others. Senshi chuckled heartily, wiping his hands on his apron. "I wish I could oblige,” he said, “but unfortunately this dish can only be prepared on truly special occasions." His gaze wandered over to Rock as he spoke, a subtle wink passing between them. In their joyous feasting, Rock's companions devoured what remained of him with an eagerness that belied their ignorance. Their faces glowed in the firelight, flushed with satisfaction and the afterglow of culinary bliss. Each bite, each chew, each swallow was a testament to his sacrifice and Senshi's skill. His testicles were gone, but they were not forgotten. They were here, filling the air with their scent, delighting those who tasted them. His masculinity was here, transformed and shared in a way he’d never imagined possible. The sensation was heady, intoxicating even more so than any wine he’d ever tasted. “For the birthday boy,” Senshi said quietly as he handed him a plate of his own meat. The last plate, with the last of his masculinity steaming on it. His dark eyes held a hint of mirth as he added, “I hope you enjoy your gift.” Rock took the plate from him with a nod, looking down at his own testicles served up like a feast. His throat tightened as he swallowed hard but managed to keep his expression steady. “Thank you, Senshi,” he said softly. He looked around at his friends who were lost in the afterglow of culinary bliss, a faint smile playing on his lips; "This... this is certainly one birthday I won't forget." And with that, he raised his fork to his mouth, tasting himself for the first time. The first bite was an explosion of flavors that danced on his tongue, a symphony of sensations that sent shivers down his spine. The meat, his meat, was tender, buttery soft. It fell apart in his mouth as though it were made of the finest silk threads. There was a richness to it that he had not expected, an earthy, robust flavor that danced across his palate. There was a sweetness to it too, a hint of something delicate underneath the powerful umami. It was like biting into a ripe fruit and finding honey at its heart. It was seasoned perfectly; a hint of herbs, a touch of spice that played with the natural savoriness of the meat. He could taste the labor and love Senshi had put into preparing this dish; it was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. Each bite brought forth a new wave of pleasure, one that transcended mere physical satisfaction. His mind reeled at the surreal experience; he was eating himself, partaking in his own masculinity in a way he hadn't thought possible. Yet, there was an undeniable thrill in it, a perverse sense of enjoyment that made his body tingle with excitement. A moan escaped from his lips before he could stop it, drawing curious glances from his friends. Flushing red under their stares, Rock quickly cleared his throat and muttered a quick excuse about the food being too good. All the while, he continued to eat with an eagerness he couldn't quell. He took another bite, then another. The flavors layered on top of one another, each one more complex and satisfying than the last. His fork kept moving almost of its own accord, guided by a hedonistic desire he couldn’t fight. With each mouthful, he gained a newfound appreciation for his body and what it could offer. His testicles weren't just symbols of his virility but also sources of pleasure – not just for him but for those who shared in this unique banquet. Before long, he found himself scraping the plate clean, chasing after every last morsel of himself. He dropped the fork and used his thumb to scoop up the gravy and every last remaining bit of his flesh from the plate, and stuffed it in his mouth. His heart pounded in his chest as he suckled, lapping and relishing the lingering taste off of his finger. The meal had been perfect - every bite better than the last. He looked up at Senshi, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you," he said quietly. It wasn't just for the meal but also for this unique experience - one that had opened up a whole new world of sensations and emotions for him. As Rock savored the final moments of this intimate feast on his tongue, he felt an odd sense of fulfillment. His masculinity had been celebrated, cherished, and shared in a way he’d never imagined possible. The experience had been surreal, but also deeply satisfying. He was no longer just Rock Blackhorn, the bull with impressive testicles; he was a source of pleasure, the provider of an unforgettable culinary experience. His birthday may have been forgotten by others, but this was one celebration he would remember for the rest of his life. He had eaten himself and found it to be the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. His testicles may be gone, but their memory would live on – in his heart and on the tongues of those who'd savored the unique feast Senshi had prepared. It was a bittersweet realization that brought a smile to his lips. For the first time in his life, Rock felt truly appreciated - not for his strength or his wealth, but for something uniquely him. And as he looked around at his friends, seeing their satisfaction mirrored on their faces, he couldn't help but feel proud. The fire had burned down to embers, casting a warm, golden glow over the quiet campsite. Rock sat on a log, his massive frame silhouetted against the dim light, his broad shoulders slouched in a rare display of vulnerability. The weight of the day hung heavy on him, the hollow ache in his chest a reminder of what he’d lost—and what he’d given. Senshi moved with his usual quiet efficiency, stepping into the circle of light with a deliberate grace that belied his sturdy, compact frame. He carried a small, wrapped package in his hands, the scent of something sweet and spiced trailing behind him like a shadow. His eyes, sharp and observant, met Rock’s, and for a moment, there was no need for words. Then, without a sound, Senshi set the package aside and stepped closer, his hands finding Rock’s massive shoulders. The bull tensed instinctively, his instincts flaring at the touch, but there was no danger in Senshi’s grip—only warmth. The dwarf’s fingers dug gently into the thick muscle, a comforting pressure that Rock didn’t realize he needed until it was there. “Happy birthday, Rock,” Senshi said, his voice low and smooth, like molasses poured over rough stone. He stepped closer, his chest pressing against Rock’s side, and wrapped his arms around the bull’s torso. The hug was unexpected, intimate, and Rock’s first instinct was to pull away, to retreat behind the walls he’d built so carefully. But something about the moment stayed him. Senshi’s warmth seeped into him, chasing away the lingering chill of the night. Rock could feel the steady beat of the dwarf’s heart against his side, a reassuring rhythm that seemed to match his own. He hesitated, then slowly, tentatively, wrapped his arms around Senshi in return. The dwarf was a solid, grounding presence, his scent a mix of spices and sweat and something uniquely him. “You forgot, didn’t you?” Rock muttered, his deep voice tinged with a self-deprecating humor. He didn’t need to explain. Senshi’s hug tightened, a silent acknowledgement. “No,” Senshi said, his voice muffled against Rock’s chest. “I didn’t forget.” He leaned back, his hands resting on Rock’s hips, and met the bull’s gaze. “I just didn’t know. You remember that tiger bartender we met at the last village?” Senshi grinned as the bull stiffened. “Yeah, I thought you might. He remembered you. He told me something interesting. You can regenerate, can’t you?” Rock blinked, the question catching him off guard. He nodded slowly, his ears twitching. “Yeah. Takes time, but… yeah.” Senshi’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “Good.” He paused, his hands giving Rock’s hips a gentle squeeze. “I was thinking… you’ve got a unique gift, Rock. One that could be very useful to this party.” Rock’s gut tightened, a mix of anticipation and trepidation swirling in his chest. He knew what Senshi was asking, though the dwarf hadn’t said it outright. Not yet. “You’re saying…” Rock started, his voice trailing off. Senshi’s gaze held his, steady and unyielding. “I’m saying you could feed the party,” Senshi finished, his tone practical and calm, as though they were discussing nothing more complicated than the next day’s rations. “You’ve got the capacity to give, Rock. And I think you’d be surprised at how much you might enjoy it.” The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. Rock felt a flush rise to his cheeks, his thick fur doing little to hide the heat spreading across his face. He looked away, his gaze dropping to the embers of the fire, but he could still feel Senshi’s eyes on him. “It’s not just about the food,” Senshi added softly. “It’s about trust. About giving something of yourself. And I think you want that, Rock. I think you need it.” The bull’s massive chest rose with a deep breath, the air filling his lungs before he exhaled slowly. He thought about the day, about the way his body had responded to Senshi’s touch, about the twisted mix of shame and pride that had settled in his gut. He thought about the way the others had raved over the meat, oblivious to its source, and the strange, primal satisfaction that had come with it. Then, slowly, he nodded. Senshi’s hands tightened on his hips, a silent approval. “Good,” the dwarf said, his voice low and warm. “I’ll take care of you, Rock. Always.” The promise hung in the air, a quiet, unspoken understanding passing between them. Rock didn’t need to say anything else. He’d already made his decision. And as he sat there, wrapped in the warmth of the fire and the weight of Senshi’s trust, he couldn’t help but feel a strange, quiet peace settle over him. It was a peace laced with anticipation, with the promise of things to come. And for the first time in a long, long time, Rock felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be.