Sashimi Party - Part 1
Gala had woken Colin up with a blowjob once or twice before, but this was a bit different. After all, there was nothing to blow this time, which meant he would have to try extra, extra hard.
 
 
Especially since that fact was mostly his fault.
 
 
The zone was healing rather nicely thanks to the work of a friendly sheep-like creature he’d been calling over here and there. There was still a mostly hairless patch right in the affected area, where Colin’s urethra had been successfully healed, which was mostly acting as a ‘lick here’ indicator for the fox as he slithered under the covers from the foot of the bed, and right into the taller cheetah’s lap. It’d be a nice wake up if it worked out. He’d already made food, keeping warm on the stove while he did something he hadn’t done once in the nearly half a year since he and Colin were betrayed. He got a fresh bottle of shampoo, to make his boyfriend’s sleek fur look even shinier and smell even more divine than he usually did, and he’d already confirmed some details with a couple of people, to make today a day to remember. But before all of that, there was his warm breath on Colin’s lovely null spot, the last remnants of his once glorious dick and balls, and the way Colin’s breathing changed in his sleep as he fondly remembered the days that that warm breath would be on something much larger.
 
 
His poor beloved boyfriend still didn’t react optimally when someone was in that area when he was awake. It made sense, what used to be there was eaten right off him. But it didn’t exactly bode well for his routine drainings. He’d had exceptionally fat balls after all, getting neutered didn’t stop him from needing to be emptied here and there. After a couple tests, he seemed significantly more amicable when his eyes were closed. But still never got to fully spurt, just half hearted dribbles, and a few white lies that it was good enough.
 
 
Six months since a proper orgasm… it seemed like a good time to fix that. Especially with what Gala had planned.
 
 
So, he got to work.. The long and pointed muzzle of a fox was well suited to the task, wrapping around the cheetah’s whole crotch with his mouth and tongue. Colin made a noise that settled deep in his chest, and made Gala giggle around the mouthful. He ran his tongue up, up, up, the scar where Colin’s balls had been, remembering the massive mouthful, and directing all the same love he’d had for it right into that remaining divot. He pulled his tongue up and up further, until it settled on top of the small mound left for Colin’s urethra, and felt a small gush of watery, thin, spermless fluid accumulate on the tip of his tongue. Already long since hooked on the flavor, even without the main ingredient, he dug his tongue in a bit further, and drew a proper groan out of the sleeping cat, along with a couple groggy murmurings that sounded vaguely like his name. 
 
 
Then he sucked.
 
 
Colin squeaked, and a solid gush of gib cum blasted up his tongue. Gala smiled, and continued his work diligently, taking it slow enough that Colin wouldn’t wake up, and just fast enough to keep the bar rising. Even as his jaw got slightly sore, he kept at it, picking up the pace with his tongue enough to make the cheetah twitch every few seconds. The whines and squeals had him almost wondering what Colin was feeling in his dream, but as he considered it, he knew exactly what it was. Memories of his cock, and how it had felt when it was that monster being serviced. 
 
 
Every time the thought occurred to him, he struggled to keep up his pace as his own mood dropped bit by bit, replaced with a slight sadness and a mild fury at what had been done to his poor, pretty cat. It had been his fault for listening to liars without giving Colin a chance to explain himself, when he could have so easily pulled the headphones off and had Colin listen to their stories and poke holes. He channeled that rage into more effectively eating Colin’s mound, and found himself drawing sounds out of the cheetah he wasn’t even sure they could make. Squeaks, whines, meows, those were familiar. But he heard barks, groans, chirps, possibly even a whinny from Colin’s Clydesdale ancestry. He cherished all of it, before eventually, he felt it. Colin always throbbed when he came, and this time, Gala could feel it deeper than the root of the cock that had been lost. This came from somewhere deep inside the cheetah, and with it, a blast of gib cum that nearly made Gala choke.
 
 
What a stud. Cumming like this with no dick or balls.
 
 
It was like a shotgun blast in his muzzle that hit the back of his throat every time. Colin’s monster dick had served another purpose. Keeping his orgasms reasonable. Shots like this would have knocked a lesser fox back, and ruined sheets. But not Gala. He held firm. 
 
 
Then, he pulled his head out from under the covers, and was greeted with Colin’s face, having sat up at some point. Thick as the fur around his face was, the way his eyes were wide, his pursed lips, he looked properly embarrassed, even more so as Gala rose up from under the covers, muzzle still dripping with gib cheetah jizz, and smiled.
 
 
“Good morning my love.”
 
 
Colin, visibly hot to the touch by now, lowered his ears slightly with a return smile. “Good morning. Happy anniversary?”
 
 
“Happy anniversary. I’ve got a big day planned. We’ve got dinner, and I might have gotten you two special gifts instead of one. Oh, and I made breakfast. It’s keeping warm, so you can get in the bath first, if you’d like.”
 
 
Colin shifted slightly, feeling the wet between his legs, and averted his eyes with a nervous smile and a cheetah trill. “Yeah.. yeah that sounds good.”
 
 
He shambled off, and Gala licked his lips, before grabbing his phone off the dresser.
  
 
 
 
 
 
Gala considered that question, humming to himself. Before smirking.
 
 
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"I just want to make sure you understand what dish we are having prepared for the table," Gala said, the fox leaning against the counter. The burly feline chef stared at him, his prim white chef's coat obscuring most of the stripes, hiding the powerful form underneath. A knife swirled nimbly between thick fingers, as the chef leaned forward, the smell of fresh meat heavy on his breath. 
 
 
 
 
"The main dish is going to be you, if you don't get out of my kitchen," the feline growled, flicking the knife towards the prep table, where a sheep was clumsily training how to julienne carrots. "I understand the assignment. Lazarus there, I'll prep him myself, so as to make sure he knows what your expectations are." The nearby sheep's ear flicked, as he carefully, slowly pulled his knife through the fibrous roots. "And Saila, if she shows up for her shift at all, will be the one to deliver the 'big meal' to your table. That entire room will be closed off, JUST for your little anniversary party, and the host will make sure that ONLY the people on your list end up being sat in there."
 
 
"Perfection," Gala said, speculatively. "I would expect no less." He tapped his chin, then smiled brightly. "Well, I'll leave you to it, then. You clearly don't need my assistance, so-"
 
 
"Get out." The tiger interrupted, and Gala's tail frizzed, words bitten off and swallowed as he turned and pushed through the swinging door into the private room he had reserved for his little sushi party. The party room had a black and white, 1950's 'princess' diner vibe to it. There was a massive, wooden table shaped roughly like a C in the middle of the room. It was about ten feet in diameter, and around it were twelve dining chairs. In one of those chairs sat a gryphon. 
 
 
"Caleve, you made it." Gala said, smiling widely and warmly to his friend and confidante.
 
 
"Of course I made it, you think I'm going to miss such a great meal? I'm fully chubbed just thinking about it," the black feathered gryphon said. He leaned back, and true enough, the starling-cat's dick was out already oozing precum. He slapped it up over the edge of the table, leaving a dick-shaped stain on the burgundy silk tablecloth. 
 
 
Normally, this kind of behavior would be frowned upon, but this was a special kind of restaurant. The only risk Caleve was taking in slapping his dick on the table, was that in most situations, that would be a signal to the chef preparing food in the center 'hole' of the table that his dick was on the menu. Gala chuckled and shook his head, gesturing to the gryphon's fat pink nine inches. "I've never seen someone so excited about a meal before."
 
 
"Yeah, but, this isn't just ANY meal..." Caleve said, lewdly stroking himself. "You wouldn't ask me to one of the nicest holes in town, offer to cover my meal, AND ask me to be your boyfriend for a regular meal." He winked, slapping his dick against the table a couple more times.
 
 
"Caleve, I know you're excited but try not to give away the surprises," Gala explained. The fox brushed his fingers down his arms, smoothing out his fur. "We want our guests to be surprised, no, delighted, after all. Just think of how much fun it will be for them to find out, on their own, what is going to happen tonight, instead of telling them beforehand, hmm?"
 
 
"Pff," Caleve said. He drummed his fingers along the top of the table. "Yeah, of course. I mean, I can't wait to see what you're doing, and I'm pretty sure I smell Lazarus here, too... what's that little angel up to?"
 
 
"See, that is exactly what I'm talking about!" Gala said, pointedly. He stood behind the gryphon, giving the weary shoulders a firm massaging. "You gotta pretend you don't know a single relevant thing about this whole situation. You don't know about the menu, you've never met Lazarus, and you're not friends with Colin. As far as anyone here needs to know, you're just my adoring, handsome trophy boyfriend." Gala smoothing his hands through the sleek feathers along either side of Caleve's cheeks, and leaned down to smooch against the top of his head.
 
 
"I got it, I got it. I'm just the eye candy." He casually stroked his cock. "One of these days," He said, with a sort of faux-haughtiness in his tone, "You're gonna have to see me as more than just a pretty piece of meat. I went to Cornell, you know!"
 
Gala rolled his eyes, and would have responded, but the doors to the room opened, and two birds slipped into the room. One was a chicken; a rooster in fact, with a red comb slicked back against his head and wearing a black sequined jacket. His head was canted down and to the side, eyes furrowed as he said something to his buddy. The falcon walking next to him was shorter, broader, and bare chested, rubbing his paws together with a wide grin across his beak. They both glanced at each other as Gala greeted them, the chicken raising an eyebrow in a 'see?' kind of way.
 
 
"Benny! Jax! You made it!" Gala shouted, still continuing to massage Caleve's shoulders. "You're the first ones here, come on in!"
 
 
The waitress who had let them into the room stood by the door, brushing a lock of her blue hair off to the side as the birds continued in. The birds looked surprised at this. Jax smiled first, waving back, and the two birds moved up to the table. Caleve grinned at them, his dick still in his hand, and the chicken stared at it as he took a seat, several chairs away.
 
 
"Hey,  Gala, long time no see..." The falcon cleared his throat, canting his head to the side. "Are you the one who... invited us?" His dark plumage was slightly fluffed, as he sat down between Caleve and then Benny, and took a pitcher of water from the table, filling a glass. "I was wondering if it was you.."
 
 
"Yeah, Jax, that was me," Gala chuckled. "I thought I might add a bit of mystery, you know?" The fox's eyes glimmered. "I wanted to invite all of my old friends here, since I have an announcement to make." He glanced at Caleve, meaningfully, and the gryphon looked back, smiling warmly to the fox.
 
 
"Oh?" The rooster asked. "You wanted to make an announcement... here? Of all places?"
 
 
"Yup!" Gala said, smiling secretively. "But that's for dessert. For now, I just want to catch up with the gang. I haven't seen anyone in the circle in months!"
 
 
"But-" Benny started to inquire, but Jax elbowed him in the side. 
 
 
"Don't look a free meal in the mouth," the falcon said, gesturing to the decor of the room. It was one of the nicest restaurants in town, and none of them had been back since the incident. 
 
 
Benny closed his beak. "Just seems... odd."
 
 
 
 
The doors opened again, and a big black and purple dragon, completely nude, ducked down to fit through the double doors. He was over ten feet tall, at least, and had to nearly kneel to fit his  broad, muscular frame in the room. He was clearly used to shuffling in that position, and carefully worked his way to the table, before taking up the open space that had been made just for him to be sitting at. 
 
 
"Hello, Jason," Gala said. "So glad you could make it. You're looking bigger than ever! Have you been hitting the gym?"
 
 
"Nah, got banned. Again. I just hang out at the park and exercise there." The dragon did a playful double-bicep flex. Even sitting on the ground, his elbows were still above the height of the table, his head above everyone else's. "I hope your bank account's flush, because I'm starving!"
 
 
"It's good to see you too," Gala chuckled. His eyebrow raised, as if a rabbit slipped shyly out from behind Jason. The fox had not noticed him at all; the small guy had been completely hidden behind the big dragon's frame. "Rabid! So good to see you, too."
 
 
Gala patted the chair next to him, the rabbit finger fidgeting as the predator invited his prey to sit next to him. "Oh, um. Gala. Gosh." He looked over to Jax and Benny, who shrugged and smirked and waved for him to sit there. "Yeah, okay."
 
 
He sat down, reaching up to pull his ears back, a nervous gesture that Gala realized. Now why would you be feeling nervous, little rabbit? Gala thought to himself.
 
Max was next to arrive, the white furred fox-wolf hybrid sauntering in with the kind of smarmy nonchalance that only the truly depraved possessed. He gave Gala a thumbs up, before taking the chair next to Rabid, copping the rabbit's groin with a palm and smirking. 
 
 
"Hope you don't mind, Rabid, but I can't pass up an opportunity to be the biggest guy on my side of the table. You understand? Yeah, of course you do."
 
 
Rabid rolled his eyes, lifting Max's hand and bringing it back to his own side of the table. 
 
 
Will, the ram, was led in next, the harried ungulate checking his watch as he scurried into the room. He grimaced as he realized the chairs that were left, sitting next to the massive, hungry dragon, or the pervy folf. He sat next to Jason, his work badge bouncing against his naked chest as he settled carefully onto his seat.
 
 
"Gala, good to see you again," he said, briskly. "I'm assuming you got an invite like the rest of us?"
 
 
Gala chuckled. "Something like that."
 
 
"Well, I'm here on time, but I don't think I'll be able to stick around for too long; is this a pre-ordered meal, something like that? Is this invitation on behalf of the restaurant itself? And why did I need to strip down-"
 
 
"Saila, so wonderful to catch up with you again!" Came the sonorous voice of the last of the guests. Priam swung into the party room, arm looped through the arm of the blue haired waitress. Gala's jaw tightened; Priam recognized her from the last time they had eaten here, together. Gala waves, inviting him over, but the other fox was involved, chatting excitedly by the doors. Gala was forced to retrieve him, thanking the waitress for her assistance and letting her know that Priam was the last of the guests, before leading the talkative vulpine to the last open seat. Sitting him between Max and Will, Gala even helpfully pushed his chair in, tucking him in with the rest. At the other side of the room, the doors were closed, and Gala was sure that he heard the soft click of the door as the room was sealed off from anyone accidentally wandering in.
 
 
All of Gala's guests were nude, their clothes neatly hung on the hooks on the back of their chairs, naked arms gesturing as they chatted or resting on the table as they relaxed. They were all here. All seven guests had shown up; it was a full, seven course meal. Gala stood, tinking his water glass with a spoon. He smiled with satisfaction as the blue furred waitress began to fill wine glasses with a rich, dark vintage. "Greetings, everyone, and thank you for everyone taking the time and effort to make it today. This really wouldn't have been nearly as satisfying without a full table."
 
 
"I hope there's enough to eat!" Jason gruffed, his arms folded as his friends chuckled and jeered at him.
 
 
"Oh, big boy, don't you worry, there's enough even for you... of course, if you're worried, you can always take a step into the kitchen!" Gala teased, and the others laughed at that, lifting their forks and stabbing at the air towards the huge dragon. Or, rather, towards         the thick length of cock that was flopped over his folded ankles and resting, as wide as Max's waist, along the shiny ceramic tiles of the restaurant. 
 
 
"You're welcome to TRY," Jason growled, "but allow me to remind you," and with that he opened his huge, toothy maw, and snapped it closed. "I can eat a lot more than you can."
 
 
"Yes, yes, always the glutton, aren't we, big guy? Don't worry, we'll be able to handle even your massive hunger today."
 
 
Jason looked pleased, but Priam canted his head to the side. The fox's brow had narrowed slightly, as he evaluated Gala. "Why all the prestidigitations, Gala? WHy do I feel like we are about to be shown a circus trick?"
 
"Oh, Priam," Gala chided, with an indulgent chuckle. "Everthe perceptive one, aren't you? I've invited you all here to make an announcement. And, with that announcement, I thought I might indulge 'the gang' in our favorite vice." 
 
 
"Eating meat isn't a vice," Jax chortled, baffled. The peregrine looked around the table, finally settling his eyes on Caleve, who was smiling at him in a most disturbing fashion. "And this guy's never eaten with us before."
 
 
"That's' because I hadn't met him yet. Gang, as you all know, I found out about Colin's antics, I've found myself... unattached, as it were."
 
 
"Like Colin's cock?" Max offered, helpfully. 
 
 
"Exactly!" Gala said, eyes dark and glittering as his gleaming white teeth were bared in a widening grin. "And since you all helped me to realize what that lying, no good cheater was doing behind my back, I thought it only fitting for you all to see the changes I've made now. I'd love for you all to meet Caleve," Gala said, gesturing to the gryphon. Caleve, for his part, smiled brightly, licking his lips and raising a glass of red wine to toast. 
 
 
"Howdy! Gala has told me all about each of you, but I will admit you are even more delicious than I could have imagined," Caleve said, with a peculiar accent. "Oh, sorry, I mean, 'handsome'. It does not translate well. I just want to, to," And he thought about this, his eyes slowly moving from one guest to another, before finally locking on Gala's. "I just want to EAT you right up, mi amore!"
 
 
The others nodded and whispered between themselves. He was a handsome fellow, after all, but something seemed inherently wrong about the situation. Benny, especially, was fluffed up, though when James asked him what was wrong, the rooster couldn't put words to the feeling of unease he had. 
 
 
He watched as Jason carved the complementary pumpernickel bread lengthwise, with a long, serrated knife. The dragon was stronger than he was dextrous, and the bread was more hacked in half than sliced, with crumbs spilling out along the table. Across the table, the rabbit and the folf were chatting with each other, quietly, as ... as Gala stared at him with devious fire behind his eyes. 
 
 
Benny's throat tightened up, and he turned to the falcon sitting next to him.
 
 
 
 
"It's just weird," he said to Jax. The falcon rolled his eyes. "I mean, wouldn't Colin have at least ~tried~ to convince Gala that he hadn't cheated on him? It's not like there was any proof..."
 
 
"I don't much care for all the whispers, Benny," Jax replied. He stood up, stretching his wings up over his head and enjoying the feel of the air conditioning against his thick, naked bird meats. "I need to freshen up before the meal. If they take appetizers, I would love some oysters, can you order them for me?"
 
 
Benny sighed. "Yeah, sure." He rubbed his fingers along the edge of his wine glass, and tasted it. It was tasty, if unfamiliar. "Wait, why were we served wine? I'm more of a whiskey guy."
 
 
Gala stood up, holding up his own glass. "I'm sure you all have your preferences, but this particular vintage is going to go very well with my next surprise...." He looked around, eyes wide, grinning from ear to ear. He had everyone's attention. "Lazarus; the guy that Colin cheated on me with." 
 
 
Max blushed under his fur, glancing between Rabid and Priam as the doors to the kitchen were pushed open from behind. A trolley table rolled out, pushed by the waitress with the blue fur. The cart was adorned with a male ram. White fur was stained with brown, pink, and peppery-gray. Sauces, no doubt. He was blindfolded, his arms curled behind his head, and he seemed to be of about an optimal age and build for some good, seasoned meat. The erection that jutted up from his thighs was... impressive. The meaty, low hanging sack that simmered in a bowl of spiced wine between his legs was even more so. The customers smacked their chops, fingers tightening around forks and knives, stomachs growling as the masculine specimen was rolled out.
 
 
There were bowls of cheese, gravy and other sauces arranged around the platform as well - tucked under his armpits, strapped to his chest, nestled between his ears. 
 
 
"Isn't that dangerous?" Rabid said, gesturing to the last one, the dark port bubbling softly, as rosemary and cloves circled lazily around it.
 
 
"Of course not," Gala said. "I arranged things for the kitchen - our fellow here is in another world. See the headset he's wearing? He can't see or hear anything. He's been given some drugs and, as far as he's aware, he's about to live out a fantasy of being fawned over by a half dozen cheetahs just like Colin."
 
 
"Wait, so he doesn't, um, realize what's going to happen?" Caleve asked. "That seems..."
 
 
The gryphon looked over the table, at the 14 eyes that stared back at him. Some were narrowed, others wide and anxious. Galeve paused, then smiled widely. 
 
 
"Fucking hot." He grinned, and the others around the table grinned back at him, seeming more at ease by the moment. He was one of them. 
 
 
 
 
The rolling cart slotted into the gap in the table, the waitress carefully aligning and sheathing it until it CLICKED into place. She then twisted the handles that she had been using to push the trolley, pushing clockwise. The entire center of the table, with the wine, bread and seasonings, all spun along that center, leaving just a foot long outer rim which held the plates, cutlery, and glasses. The gang ooh'd at the fine craftsmanship, as the drugged up meal was circled slowly around the table, offered to those gathered to devour him. Jason reached out to grasp the entire erection by the base, before yanking his hand away.
 
 
"It shocked me!" The dragon cried out in dismay. "What the hell?!"
 
 
"No, that was me," the waitress said with a smug smirk. She revealed a small tool, similar to a laser pointer, and turned it on and off. "Hi. I'm Saila, and that was a high capacitance electron beam, a good deterrent to prevent unruly males from taking more than their share."
 
 
"That's ridiculous, I should be able to have as much as I want. You promised I could!" Jason said, and Gala put up his hands apologetically. 
 
 
"Jason! I know you're hungry, but, come on - look at this stud! He's packing more than even you can eat... but we are still going to reserve a small amount of cock and balls, for each of us, so that we ALL get a taste. Then you can gorge on as much as you want with the remainder.. Okay, buddy?"
 
 
Jason sighed. "Fine." He slouched back into his chair, arms folded, glaring at the big, meaty cock that was waggling and slowly twisting on display, so very close to his face.
 
 
"Caleve, would you like to have the honors?" Gala asked, as the server unrolled a small nylon kit, revealing a carving knife and fork. The sleek black and mother-of-pearl handles slid between her blue furred fingers easily, and she smiled apologetically to the host of the event.
 
 
"I'm sorry, sir, but only employees of the restaurant are allowed to 'carve the turkey', as it were. However, I'm extremely skilled with a knife." She smirked as she tapped the side of the tines against the thick, swaying log of ram meat, tracing the very tip of it down along the wandering curves of a pronounced vein. "Would you like me to begin?"
 
"Yes, yes, make sure to give the first slice a dip into the wine between his legs. I paid extra for that potent broth, and I want to make sure that our friends are getting their money's worth!"
 
 
"Of course, sir. A medallion of dick and a wedge of testicle for each." She moved to complete her task, the tip of the forks pressing into the thick salami and pinning it down against Lazarus' chest. The ram moaned, smiling widely in his own little world, not caring as the broad glans of his prized ram dick was cut off with the smooth sharp edge of a filet knife.
 
 
"He's bigger than you, huh?" Jason teased, nudging James with a large elbow. The other ram  was watching raptly as the knife casually cut through flesh, his own erection already throbbing up against his belly. 
 
 
"Yeah, but not for long. One more potential competitor, out of the gene pool," James said slyly. "Damn, though, those balls are something else, aren't they?"
 
 
They certainly were. The ram's eggs could have been mistaken for footballs, filling up a wide, deep bowl that was gently simmering around them with a fragrant red broth. The waitress deftly sliced through the tip of the cock, and with a subtle flick, rolled it up and over the length of the ram's thick remaining twelve inches. It bumbled down over the veined, stiff length, bouncing off of Lazarus' left nut, and then splashed into the heady bisque.
 
 
"So, you're...cooking it?" Priam asked, doubtfully. "We usually eat it raw."
 
 
"Patience," the waitress said. She gave a wink to the fox, her raccoon-striped tail swishing through the air behind her. "Special dinners have special recipes. We are merely blanching the entree, to complement its flavors. I'll let you have the first plate, to see."
 
 
Jason growled impatiently, as she carved off another section. Beside him, the ram reached under the table, blatantly handling himself as the gathered group of friends watched another 
 
 
James's right hand was under the table, the ram blushing as he discretely palmed against his own erection. He stroked a fingertip along the underside of his head, and along his frenum, staring at the exposed cap of the other rem's cock. He could see the small bump of flesh that was the other's frenum, hanging slightly down and over. His dick throbbed, oozing precum already as he imagined that, even if they canceled the dinner, the bigger-dicked ram would never feel the pleasure of stuffing his ramcock up inside a snug ewe's cunt. 
 
 
Jason reached over, grabbing at the mostly-severed medallion of ram dick with his thick fingers, and tugged, tearing it the rest of the way free. Saila sighed as it was tugged free, smirking at the smug look on the dragon's muzzle as he licked the morsel free of his fingers with a lick of his tongue. The taste seemed to appeal to him, as he swallowed without chewing, eyeing the meal even hungrily before. 
 
 
Saila ignored him, withdrawing the tines of the fork, only to pin the remaining dick against the ram's belly once more. Her movements fluidly separated discs free of Lazarus' shaft, one after another, the wheels rolling down along that nut-sack to splash and submerge into the broth. It didn't take long to section off a piece for each of the guests, each a little over an inch thick, each of them nestled into the mouthwatering broth. She began to fish them out, lifting them sopping onto small plates and sliding them across the table, 'dealing' the plates to each of the customers. 
 
 
They dug in as one, fingers gripping the raw, wine-warmed flesh, slurping and gulping it out of their fingers. Rabid was the only one who gave pause, watching Lazarus guiltily. The ram had no idea that his big, hard, prized cock had been mostly divvied up into appetizers for a group of strangers. Worse than that, he felt bad, because Lazarus was only here today, because of the trick that the group had pulled on Colin earlier. He nudged at the medallion with his fork, before turning to Gala next to him.
 
 
"Gala, listen..." The rabbit said.
 
 
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Rab," Gala teased. "I'm far too busy orchestrating a fantastic dinner party. Go on, whatever it is you want to say, I'm sure it can wait until later - after we're done devouring our meals." Gala picked up the sagging medallion between pinched fingers, and lifted it up. "Come on, once you taste it, you'll love it. You don't get a treat like this very often, and I've arranged for and paid for everything."
 
 
"Well, it's about Colin," Rabid insisted, but Gala shook his head.
 
 
"If you feel guilty for not telling me earlier, about what Colin was really doing... don't worry about it. It's all water under the bridge. This?" He gestured to the whole table with a wide, sweeping gesture. "This is how I get closure. So please, friend. Enjoy."
 
 
Gala tucked the morsel against Rabid's lips, and the blushing rabbit obediently licked at it. He blushed, then, his eyes dilating as he tastes the preternaturally succulent flesh. He slurped it, eyes closing, the rabbit leaning back and savoring every square centimeter of the soft flesh, as Gala looked on, smiling wickedly.
 
 
Everyone enjoyed it, which was unusual. Generally speaking, the gang had a hard time figuring out where to go, as each had their own dietary and flavor preferences, but the gathered males were all savoring their cock slices with relish. 
 
 
"I can't understand why I'm so hungry!" Priam said, as he nipped the disk in small bites, tearing free tender bits and swallowing it down eagerly. "I had a big breakfast, but, the more I taste of this fine plate, the more of it I want to eat!" He eyed the remaining cock stump, licking his lips even as he continued gnawing on his own portion.
 
 
Saila looked at the remaining stump of dick as well. It was only a couple inches long, if that. She glanced over to Gala, who was smiling fiendishly at her. He nodded, gesturing for her to indulge. She wasted no time, sticking the tines into the exposed flesh and slicing deftly underneath it, just along the thin metal ring that prevented Lazarus from bleeding. She brought it to her mouth, purring appreciatively as she got to enjoy what the customers were enjoying.
 
 
"Now, slice the testicles into wedges, about the size of orange slices. Eight total." Gala said. He did a quick headcount, to be sure. Saila, did as well, mouth full of succulent, juicy, alcoholic meat. She could feel the juices trickling down her throat. 
Without even thinking about it, she began to do so. The massive eggs were far too big for anyone to eat whole, except maybe Jason of course. She used the fork to pull the skin back along them, and grunted as she realized that the scrotum had been removed where it touched the 'water line'. Stained red along its hem, it slid back to reveal the poached testicles themselves, the broth that simmered against them greasy with the ram's natural lusts.  She stabbed the prongs into the first one, and then stabbed the knife down through the center of it. 
 
 
It was not the normal way she would do it, but it just made sense. As she swallowed the flesh in her mouth, she could feel the warmth of the alcohol already soaking into her blood, warming her body. It was pleasantly unexpected. Her hands seemed to move on their own, piercing the blade down through the nut and then cranking the blade down, as if to slice through a watermelon or a hard cheese. Then stabbing again, slicing again, as she parceled out one wedge of the ram's left testicle and then another. Her hands getting steadier and steadier, as she let the slices bob in the warm soup, she divided the nut into eight uneven portions. Normally she would have made them as equal as possible, but she didn't seem to have any control over what she was doing. She realized, with a start, that that was exactly it. She slipped each of the wedges onto a plate, handing the biggest one to Jason, and then to James, Benny, Priam, Max, and then to Rabid.
 
 
There were still two wedges left, but she didn't give them to Caleve and Gala. She couldn't understand why - she should be - but instead she waited until Jax had sat back down at the table, and handed him his.
 
 
Jax took the plate, pleased to see he had a pinwheel of meat already waiting for him at his stop. The others around him had all eaten theirs already, and he happily stuffed it into his maw as he took the wedge from the waitress. 
 
 
Jason stood up, the massive dragon swaying as he stood, and Jax watched him, expecting him to reach over and grab at the remaining testicle, to claim it for himself. He didn't, though. He just stood there, as if he were trying to think of something to say.
 
 
It was fantastic, of course. The slight warming had really exposed the inner flavor and tenderness of the dick flesh, and brought out the subtle flavors that he was hoping for. He looked around the table, but everyone else was being very quiet. Each of them had received a wedge of nut, and had stuffed the nut slices into their maw. Only....
 
 
Jax swallowed the cock meat, squinting. Nobody was chewing. Or talking. Or doing anything. They were all sitting still, looking straight ahead with glassy eyes, their lips curved and bulging around the 'rind' of the testicle wedges that were stuffed between their jaws. The falcon nudged Benny, who was staring straight ahead, his hands rested on the table, his beak clamped down into the nut with its shell curved up over the edges, like a pair of red-stained red lips. "Guys?" 
 
 
 
 
But even saying it was hard. It was like trying to talk in a dream. Jax looked at Gala, his eyes sliding to the host of the evening. He couldn't look away. His arms felt leaden and heavy, and he stared incomprehensibly as his hand, on its own, brought his own wedge up to his mouth. "Wuh..." Next to Gala, the waitress had taken the last of the wedges, and was bringing it to her own mouth. Their gazes locked, and Jax could see the fear in the blue furred female's eyes, as she bit down into the wedge.
 
 
Jax couldn't move. Not on his own, anyways. He couldn't speak. The nut that was in his mouth was pungent, salty and slick, resting hot and raw against his tongue. It drooled masculine juices down his throat, and under normal circumstances, Jax would have paid a LOT of money to be gagged with a testicle like this. This was just wrong though, confusing, and out of his control.
 
 
"What's wrong, friends?" Gala said, as he stood up. He guided Saila to sit down in his own chair, grinning. "Cat got your tongue?" He chuckled, tousling Saila's hair. "I know this isn't your normal style... you prefer to lie and trick to get what you want. I prefer a more direct route. Oh yes, I know all about what you all did, in order to *finally* get your mouths on my beloved's big cheetah dick."
 
 
He sighed, closing his eyes. "And I'm just as guilty as you are. I should have fought for him, I should never have doubted his love for me." They opened again, blazing with hostility. "I can't take back what I did to him, but I can hold the rest of you accountable for what YOU did to him. The pain you've caused Colin is all the justification I need."
 
 
Nobody responded, but he could see it in their eyes. The fear, the shock. The panic. They couldn't move, though. They couldn't explain themselves or flee from him. They were completely at his mercy.
 
 
"It was the meat, of course. I told you that Lazarus was drugged. Didn't you wonder HOW he was drugged?" Gala chuckled, luxuriating in the lack of a response from the nut-gagged table. "Sorry for leaving that small omission out. But I suppose all of you had no problem leaving out the details that Colin wasn't actually cheating on me, when there was a big meal on the table, right? So fair is fair."
 
 
He turned to Caleve, cupping underneath the gryphon's beak and tracing it affectionately.  "And you, unfortunately for you, did not take part in the meal... I suppose I should feel bad, drawing you and Lazarus into this, to destroy your organs, just to satisfy my whims. I would apologize... but then I remember that you volunteered to help me."
 
 
Caleve smiled, then, pushing his chair away from the table and standing up. "I didn't eat the mutton, bitches!" He crowed, pointing to the gathered customers and laughing.
 
 
Lazarus sat up, as well, bowls of sauces flopping over and spilling onto the table top. "I'm not mutton! Mutton is cooked meat. I'm only poached meat."
 
To be continued....