Bad Romance: Breakfast In Bed

Aiden wondered through the kitchen surveying the meager amount of ingredients at his disposal. The recent snow storm had taken it's tole and even though they had prepared well for the poor weather, Zerky and himself had managed to go through most of their reserves.

To top it all off. Aiden had once again gotten ill. Something that the satyr was finding to be happening more and more frequently the longer he stayed away from his home plain of existence. Not that he minded really. Zerky for all his devilish deeds was a surprising loving and compassionate mate when it came to him getting sick. Even though the common cold to Aiden was enough to render him a whimpering pup compared to his usual bravado and indomitable personality. 

But like always Zery had been there to nurse the pitiful excuse of a wolftyr back to health and this time Aiden wanted to give something back. A healthy breakfast, one that showed exactly how much he loved and cherished his husband. Severed on a silver platter hot and steaming to his love once he woke up. 

That was where the problem at hand made things difficult. There was nothing left for him to make. No more eggs. No more sausage. No bacon, hash browns, steak or potatoes. Nothing at all besides what could be described as mundane or plain. 

Finally with an exacerbated sigh, Aiden closed the last cabinet and lowered his horned head in defeat staring passed his dangling phallus and low hanging balls to his large hooves below. Thoughts of how happy his mate would be dashed before they even had a chance. He could still envision the toothy grin on the lions face as he lifted the lid and drooled at the magnificent spread the would have been waiting for him. All of it culminating in a flurry of sexual lust that would have landed the satyr on his hands and knees as his heated partner took his morning lusts out on his tight, muscled ass. 

With a whimper the large hybrid turned to leave the kitchen but as he did his now raging hardon slapped the counter top. His pierced tip giving off a light chime as it came in contact with the granite causing him to grab his bruised tip from the short lived moment of pain.

Aiden stood there a moment cursing quietly to himself as his rough hands rubbed his aching member and suddenly a thought entered his head. When was the last time he had been pruned? It must have been months ago at this point seeing how large his balls had become. But instead of making another trip down to the local clinic... Well there could be another use for his over stuffed parts. Couldn’t there?  

Suddenly his temporary pain was forgotten and once again the kitchen was filled with a flurry of activity. Vegetables were being minced and pans were being oiled up for the most extravagant breakfast the trained chef could dream of putting together. 

There was only one thing left to do and a large toothy smile painted over his scruffy muzzle. “Time to go grocery shopping”. He giggled silently to him self at his own terrible joke. It was one that he would have bapped Zerky for, but in this case he let himself enjoy it.

Aiden cut him self two long pieces of twine and began his work. “First comes the potatoes.” He hummed as he gathered up his fat low hanging balls in one paw, working them lower in his fuzzy scrote. His rough paw worked his balls harshly, pulling them down, twisting them until their cords were elongated and taunt. Small grunts of discomfort slipped passed his lips until finally satisfied he took the first piece of twine and wrapped it around his stretched sack until it was coiled tightly and tied it off. His fat nuggets looking like they were about to burst right out of their fuzzy confines. 

“Sorry boys but every good cook knows that you gotta start with the dish that's gonna take the longest to cook.” He mused aloud before grabbing a knife from the block near by and holding it up in seeming reverence. He twirled the curved blade in his hand, mesmerized by how the light seemed to dance across it in an almost hypnotic kind of way.
Pleased with his choice. Aiden brought the wicked, curved little blade down with a smile. Grabbing his fat nuts in his hand he pulled them out from his body and with the other pinched the thin, trussed up neck of his scrotum between his thumb and the blade. His unnatural resistance to pain made what would be an agonizing process to most men little more that a slightly uncomfortable yet extremely pleasurable stinging sensation as he gently began to rock the flesh gently between his thumb and knife. 

The cut started out shallow. Small amounts of blood seeping from the wound as it slowly widened. Whimpers of pleasurable pain slipped passed his lips as his pace quickened. The rush of what he was doing spurred him on until a yelp echoed across the kitchen as his right spermatic cord passed the blade, slicing neatly in twain. The fat orb going slack in his sack and drooping over the edge of his palm. 

His hooves danced on the stone flooring, clopping and skidding as he tried to keep his footing. Thick dollops or pre dripped onto the floor as his other testicle desperately tried to release its contents seemingly knowing what it's fate would be until it too was lanced loose and the hybrid slumped back against the wall, chest heaving, sweat pouring from his brow as he fought back what would have been the best orgasm he had had in months.

“Damn that was a close one!” He wheezed between breaths as he righted himself, lifting his paw to examine the produce it now clutched. Two fat and overly ripe apples still perfectly contained in their fuzzy home rolled across his palm, still full and as pent up as they were when they were attached between his legs mere moments ago. 

It wasn't the first time his jewels had been sundered but it always made him glow with both pride and amazement at their size and potency. The sweet aroma and earthiness of his musk danced in his nose as he brought them closer to nuzzle them, inhaling deeply before running his broad tongue across them to sample his own flavor. It made him shudder and sway slightly from side to side. He took another firmer and longer lick, bringing what had been his left testicle briefly into his muzzle then letting it slide back out.... And then out of his severed sack.
He barely had time to register what had happened, catching only a gimps as the gray orb slid free of his grasp and fell to the ground with a wet 'thud' then it skidded across the kitchen floor a few feet away. 

“Gods be damned!” He cursed. “This wont do at all. I can't serve food that's been on the floor! It's unsanitary!” Aiden stood there a moment perturbed and put out at the audacity of his sundered traitor. Then an idea struck him. Well there was one thing living in this house that would still appreciate his sacrifice. “CHAAAASE! FLOOR FOOOD!” 

In no time at all he could hear the skidding of nails on the stone floor and soon rounding the corner was the silly mutt that the two had adopted. It's dopey muzzle open in a excited pant. The dog knew exactly why he had been called. It wasn't the first time food had hit the floor and he knew that anything that fell became his to enjoy.

Aiden chuckled at his faithful companions exuberance. For a dog eight years into his life, Chase was as youthful and playful as he had been the day he was adopted. With a commanding tone he ordered his feral companion to sit and walked over, sitting his half empty sack on the counter then fetched the other that sat cooling on the floor below. 

“Now I want you to be a good boy the rest of they day. Do you understand me boy?” He said in a cheerful voice, dangling his left nugget by it's cord above his pets muzzle. The act elicited a desperate whine and made the dog shift his front paws in anticipation. “I'll take that as a yes then?” Another whine and a yip followed as the dog got antsier for delicacy before him. 

“OK boy it's all yours then!” And with a curt nod he gently tossed the rare treat right into his best friends open muzzle. The dog catching it expertly, tail wagging happily as he ran back through the house to much on his large meal in piece, leaving Aiden chuckling alone before he could even give him a scritch behind the ear. “And Zerky says I spoil him. Huh! What a joke!” He mused before turning on heel. “Anywho back to work. Can't dilly dally to long or Zerky will wake up before I'm done.”          

The wolftyr's erection had never faltered. It's fat length stood a proud ten inches protruding from his groin, swollen and dark from the abuse and amputation of its fellows. His foreskin partially retreated leaving the throbbing dark purple head beneath exposed to the warm air surrounding the kitchen and the golden ring that pierced it gleamed in the soft light as a dollop of precum oozed from his urethra. 

This whole process was taking its tole on him not to mention the perverse rush he felt feeding his fat nut to the family dog, even the slightest breeze was causing him dance on his hooves. If he didn’t hurry he was going to pop and the deranged satyr couldn't have that happening so soon and ruin his husbands breakfast. Such a thing wouldn’t do after all. Not until after breakfast anyway.        

With as much willpower as he could manage he resisted the urge to stroke himself and repeated the process he had performed on his nuts. Gathering the last piece of twine. Aiden flexed his abdominal muscles performing a few Kegel exercises in order to pump up his already throbbing shaft as full and hard as possible and wrapped the twine low against his abdomen, pulling it as tight as possible until the base of his erection was as narrow as a pencil and tied it off.

With a casual glace at the clock the wolftyr muttered a silent curse. He had taken far to long and his hubby was bound to be waking up in just a could of hours. Disappointed that he couldn't enjoy him self more he sighed in defeat and sauntered back to the counter top, letting his prodigious length slide against the cool granite, leaving a trail of smiley precum in it's wake and grabbed for the cleaver in a nearby drawer. 

Sad that he couldn’t take more time to enjoy himself he laid the flat of his palm down onto the fat head of his cock and after a gentle last stroke, pressed down as hard as he could. At the same time he pulled his body back until the trussed up end of his penis was exposed and free of any obstruction before taking aim and slamming the heavy cutting blade straight down with a loud thunk! The sharp blade hit it's mark and cleaved through with stunning efficiency. The durable skin of his shaft parting like nothing more that paper under it's weight. Every nerve in it set briefly aflame with agonizing pain like that of hell fire but at the same time tingling with pleasure like it was being kissed by the wings of a thousand butterflies.

The impact caused him to lose his grip on his proud spire of masculinity, making it jump like a fish out of water as it was freed from his groin only to land like a lump of coiled sausage in the sink with a splat. Just like that any and all traces of his masculinity gone and nothing more than dead meat ready to be prepared for a morning feast, leaving its previous owner to panting and sweating. 

With a shaking paw the still erect shaft was retrieved forthwith and brought up for examination. The end still knotted with the twine really made it look like a sausage the dutiful husband noted with an off center grin. And the plump dark glans were still dripping with the miniscule amount of seed that managed to make it through the improvised blockades put in place to keep it hard even now. 

He twirled it in his paws almost like a baton. Examining it from every angle. Noting every bump and curve. Tracing the still warm veins that ran along it's length with calloused thumbs before bringing the moist glans to his nose. The musk from his pent up balls were a delight. But this? This this was like the aroma of a fine wine.

Every good chef knows the importance of taste and Aiden was never one to skirt the traditions of his trade. Without so much as a hint of hesitation his muzzle was filled with the magnificent taste of his freshly harvested appendage. His tongue dancing around the dripping head, dipping under the foreskin to coax the last vestige of the orgasm that almost was from within. His moans of appreciation for the Arcadian grown flesh muffled as it slid back deeper into his gullet. Making him look more like a perverse sword swallower than the professional albeit masochistic chef he was, before being pulled free once more. Leaving it shining in the morning light that bleed through the kitchen window.         

“Hehe! Damn I taste good!” He chortled with pride. “No wonder everyone moans when I shove it down their throats. Grade A, prime beef I am.”

But as with all good things. The wolftyr's fun came to an end and once more the kitchen was a place of work and not one of fun and games. Time was short and he still had plenty of work to do. 

First up was his remaining testicle. Unceremoniously evicted from the soft confines of it's home it was dumped onto a cutting board. With a trained paw and a small pairing knife it was then shelled from the unpalatable membrane surrounding it before being split long ways in two. It's innards scooped out and mixed with a combination of heavy cream, goat cheese and various herbs and other seasonings before being beaten into a thick paste and pipped back into the hollow shells in a tight swirl. Both halves were then placed on a baking sheet and slid into the hot oven to roast at high temperature.

Next Aiden grabbed his thick, club of a cock and began to cut it into thick meaty medallions. Every pass of the knife created perfect cross sections of penile tissue that were then pushed aside after being rolled in his own personal, house blend of thyme, rosemary, and other savory spices.

In they went into a well greased pan with an assortment of fresh julienned vegetables that soon started to pop and sizzle as they sauteed, filling the kitchen with a bouquet of tantalizing scents.

Everything was coming together spectacularly. The meat was browning nicely and the edges of the veggies were beginning to caramelize. Just as he was giving the contents of the pan a few final flips the oven timer buzzed and he sat aside the skillet to retrieve his side dish. With a simple prick of his trusty thermometer and an approving nod. The skilled artisan could rest assured that everything was done to perfection and he set out on making his final plating before the moment of truth.  

Zerky stirred from his rest. The brush of sift fur against his cheek from the back of Aiden's paw bringing him out from his dream filled slumber and back to the waking world around him. “Wha?... What is it babe? The cops show up again?” He muttered as he tried to roll over and resume his cat nap. The red mained lion was a notorious lazy cat. Only when he was ready to wake up or there was an emergency at the school did he ever get up at a reasonable hour.

“Hehe. No, nothing like that sweetheart.” The wolven satyr chuckled, grasping his husbands shoulder to keep his attention. “But I do have a surprise for you. One that I think that you'll really enjoy.” 

Becoming ever more awake. It was then that the lion's tawny muzzle was greeted by the wonderful aroma of Aiden's labor. His dry lips smacking as his mouth began to grow wet from the appetizing smells that wafted over his nose and his eyes fluttered open. 

“What's going on?” He asked giving his arms a mighty stretch. His joints popping as he yawned and came to a sitting position, the blankets falling away to expose his chest and soft belly as he did. “Did you make me breakfast in bed, you silly thing?” He added with a dopy smile. 

Aiden simply nodded in the affirmative and returned his mates goofy smile with on of his own, Bringing the tray rest over his hubbies legs. “Well of course I did! You’ve been so patient taking care of me the last few days while I was sick that. I felt that you deserved something special as a thank you.”

“But when did you go grocery shopping? I hope you didn’t kill one of the neighbor kids again. We talked about that.” Zerky chided. “I can't keep using the schools resources to cover that up.” 

“What!?... NO!... I swear!... Well not recently anyway!” Aiden was quick to exclaim his albeit temporary innocence. But did secretly add that to his list of things to consider later. “No. No. What I have is. Well. A bit more intimate and something that you’ve been waiting very patiently to sink your teeth into for quite awhile now.” He said leaning in for a quick smooch before pulling off the lid to reveal the prepared spread.

Zerky didn’t need to ask any questions. He was extremely familiar with what was presented to him. Even broken down and cooked he could recognize his lovers best assets anywhere. A deep blush forming across his cheeks as he took in the sight and smell of his husbands perfectly cooked genitals. “Oh my it look perfect! I can't believe you would go through all this trouble for me!” the lion squeed as a tear came to his eyes.

“Anything for you love. You always take care of me and make me so happy that it's really the least I can do for you.” The lager male smiled, picking the plump, golden brown head of his former cock by the golden ring that he left in just for this occasion and brought it up to brush against his mates lips like a ripe strawberry. “Besides. You know how much I love watching my dick slide down your throat.” 

Zerky sat there in a lustful trance. The hot moist grease of his lovers perfectly cooked crown making his breath catch deep in his chest. The scent of his musk still lingering passed the seasonings. His eyes fluttered and his lips parted to allow the decadent treat to enter his mouth before closing again. 

Fireworks exploded behind his eyes as his sense of taste was bombarded by the culinary masterpiece of the exotic beast that both provided and prepared his morning meal. His teeth, shredding the delightful morsel, filling his muzzle with the salty yet sweet taste he had come to know so well over the years.

His mouth began to drool as he chewed and thick streams of grease ran down the back his throat as if to prepare his empty stomach for the res that was yet to come. Slowly and bit by succulent bit the cooked head of his lovers penis was devoured until nothing remained. Nothing except the golden ring witch the lion spat out onto the floor before giving the satyr a toothy smile as it dinged and rolled to places unknown. 

Aiden for his part could only sit there glowing with a sense of pride and heart felt love as he watched his mate enjoy what was only the first of many bites of his breakfast. He picked up another cut of his former member and repeated the process. This continued over the next hour. Each of them taking turns feeding the other bite after juicy bite until every last morsel had been consumed. 

After such a wonderful meal the two lovers spent most of the morning in each others company. Nearly all of it consisting of Zerky pushing his cock down Aiden's throat. Or with the bulky satyr on his hands and knees as his loving feline mate pounded his ass for all it was worth. By the time it was over the hulking, hybrid's tail hole gaped and dripped his lovers lusts as they made their way to the shower. 

“I guess after this we can go to the grocery store and pick up something for dinner later tonight.” Aiden mused as Zerky gently scrubbed the fur on his back. “Used up what little we had left in the house to make breakfast... Well maybe it wasn't so little come to think of it.” 

Zerky giggled at his mates sense of humor. “I wouldn't worry about it to much. There’s still plenty of meat in this house for another meal.”

“Oh? Are you planning to provide? Not like I have anything left to give until after the next new moon y'know.” Aiden joked as he shampooed his pubic fur, having actually managed to cum from the small hole that remained in the now healed over stump where his dick used to be.

“Well, not exactly.” The lion grinned as he gripped one of his lovers curled horns and gave it a jerk. 

The last thing Aiden saw was a glint of bright steel. “Oh...shit!” Realizing the true meaning behind those words to late before he felt the sharp edge of a hunting knife run across his exposed throat. Opening up his thick neck and exposing his trachea and pulsing arteries to the hot humid air of the bathroom. The shower of hot water mixing with that of one far redder as he fell to his knees and muttered a final. “Love you” Before his vision faded to black. 

“Love you too baby.” Zerky smiled as he released his hold on the satyrs horn, letting the corpse slump to the floor with a thud. “I'll see you in a couple of days. Due try not to make to much trouble until then.” With his belly full and his lusts sated. Zerky finished getting cleaned up and set out on the rest of his day.   

The first thing he needed to do was get his plus sized hubby into cold storage until he could take the time to butcher him up later. And so after a little trouble getting the body bagged up in plastic, he dragged the large corpse down the stairs. Rounded the corner to the kitchen and stopped. Seemingly frozen in his tracks he lost his grip on his husbands make shift body bag, sending it back to the floor with a loud THUMP! He just stood there, eyes wide in shock, his mouth agape for several long moments.  
  
“THAT SON OF A BITCH! HE LEFT ME WITH THE DISHES AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!” 

The End