This story was developed with and shared with the permission of u/Throwaway_drawing.

https://www.reddit.com/u/Throwaway_drawing/s/H8UUE9lvs0

Content Warning: cannibalism, snuff, gore

It was a risky business to break into, the human meat trade. Unlike animal meat it was difficult to farm in large quantities and most butchers relied solely on collecting meat in the wild. As someone opening a small business I didn't have the publicity to get volunteer meat. Of course most businesses would take meat forcibly, but I didn't have the knowledge and experience to do so. If I tried and failed I would be fined thousands of dollars, even more if I wounded my prey. Nevertheless, I had to get meat from somewhere, and so I had devised a plan to capture the first customers into my store.

The first few days I was open I didn't get any customers until finally, at the end of the first week, the door swung open and a young man entered my shop. He was on the shorter side, and from what I could tell through his clothes had a well toned body. My mouth started watering in anticipation. He approached the desk and laid down some identification. My right hand hovered over the button on the bottom of the table that would lock the doors, close the blinds, and fill the room with knockout gas. My left hand reached for a gas mask, and I was seconds away from pressing the button when he spoke.

"Hello, I'd like to volunteer as meat, do you do that at this location?" I blinked. I couldn't believe my luck, all this stress about getting my first meat and it just walks in.

"Yes, of course. Step this way please," I said as I gestured to the doors to the back. "Are you ready for processing now or do you need some time to get your things in order?" If he did need time I wasn't sure if I would let him have it. Even though he would have signed a contract giving me full rights to his body I didn't want to risk losing him. He didn't leave me the option.

"Right now, if that's not too much trouble," he said as we passed through the doors.

"Of course not. Here, sign this," I said, passing him a contract and trying to hide my glee. He signed it without hesitation. As soon as he put the pen down I pulled the contract away and handed him a bin. "Strip."

He looked at me, his eyes making sure that I was serious, that I wanted him to get naked right here in the entryway to the kitchen. I was serious, and though it was unconventional to have the meat pass through the processing facilities naked, I was still obeying the 'behind closed doors' law, as we were fully blocked from the storefront. He began to remove his clothes as I watched him.

Once again I couldn't believe how lucky I was. He was a perfect specimen, completely hairless with a nice body and just enough fat to be tasty. He had a nice ass and his dick looked tasty. His feet were nice and smooth, and I could tell they would make a good meal.

After he had put all his clothes in the bin we walked to the processing facilities. On the way we passed the oven and I could see him stare at it a little longer than was needed. I wasn't positive, but I think he got a little hard as well.

We got to the showers and I had him hop in. He showered himself as I watched to make sure, then I hosed him down with cold water. When I was done I sat him down and shaved his head and eyebrows until there was no hair on him whatsoever. I helped him apply lotion all over his body and inspected his meat as I did so. As I originally thought, his ass and feet would probably go best, but his chest and stomach looked pretty tasty as well. Once we were done I led him to the holding room where I left him, a shivering naked piece of human meat.

Of course, being a small shop I couldn't guarantee that I could sell him right away, so there was no point in cooking him yet. I decided to have an opening event a week later where I would serve him as free samples and have a bit to sell. I could also use that event to brand my store as cooked to order. This wouldn't be fully true, cooking human meat could take hours, but the general public didn't know that. I put up flyers and signs for the event, and started preparing.

Every day that week I came in, fed him a large meal, and covered him in lotion. By the time the event came around he had plumped up nicely and his skin was smooth.

Finally the day came. I showed up early, around 6 am. As soon as he saw me that morning he knew what was going to happen, and he was clearly excited. I woke him up with a hose, then led him to the showers. I had him soak up and cover himself in soap, but made sure I was the one to wash him to keep everything perfectly clean. Once he was clean I tied up his hands and led him to the killing chamber on a leash. As we got close, I felt him pulling away.

"Too late to back out now," I said.

"I'm not backing out. Cook me alive."

He didn't need to tell me twice. I picked up the leash again and led him to the kitchen. I had him lay down on the table and I untied the leash and his hands. I made sure the kitchen doors were locked in case he ran, but it didn't need to be a concern. He lay there perfectly still as I covered him in oil and seasoning. Once he was seasoned I brought over a tress on wheels. I tied his hands together above his head and tied his legs together. I raised his legs and hooked them on the tress before doing the same with his hands. Once he was attached to the tress I hoisted him into the air above the table. I held out an apple which he readily grabbed in his mouth. I grabbed a carrot and stuck it in his ass. As I did I could hear him moan through the apple gag. I also noticed his dick was hard. By this point he was smelling really good, and he did so well with the preparation that I decided to treat him. I ran my finger down the shaft and he trembled. I flicked the tip of his dick and saw a small drop of cum shoot out.

"Have fun!" I said as rolled him over to the oven and lowered him onto the rack. I pushed him in and shut the door. The heat was already on, and I could smell him cooking right away.

About an hour after putting him in the oven I saw his eyes start to close. He was trying to stay awake, moving his head around and jerking his eyes open again, but I could tell he was struggling. Thirty minutes later, about an hour and a half after going in, he was dead. I realized then that other than checking his ID and the contract he signed I never asked his name.

He cooked for about 4 hours in the oven and was a nice red when I pulled him out. I attached him back to the tress and hoisted him back onto the kitchen counter where I got to work with the knife. I removed his head, feet, dick, and each ass cheek. Those would be good to sell. I portioned out the meat from his thighs and belly into parts that would be sold and parts that would be given out as samples. I had barely finished putting out the meat when the event started, and I opened my doors to a crowd of people. They came in, each trying one sample and some buying meat. I even got one or two to sign contracts themselves for me to collect on later from it.

Not long passed and all the meat had sold. Since I only allowed one sample per person, the crowd began to disperse. Eventually there were only a few people left in the shop. One of them came up to me.

"Any chance we could have a few more samples?" she asked. "That was really good."

"How about this," I said. "All of you in here come back into the kitchen area and for each extra sample you remove one piece of clothing. If you leave before you're naked your clothes will be returned to you. If you eat too much and end up naked, you're next on the menu." She agreed, and followed me back, along with a few other men and women. I had done the math in my head, there were enough samples remaining for every one of them to be naked and still have some leftover. I knew they wouldn't leave early, the samples were too tempting.

Five hours later I had ten new pieces of meat. Every one of the ones that came back for more samples had stayed, and there were a few that had signed contracts during the event that had prepared and showed up for processing. They're all currently in the holding area for processing tomorrow as I sit here writing this finishing up the samples. My god, they're so good.

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