Marvin's Dilemma

Suburbia, land of pristine lawns and lawn art. Suburbia is a form of utopia, where man can escape the noises and smells of the city in exchange for the imitation of living with nature and owning land. Marvin Milquetoast had dreamt of this land since he was a child, growing up in NYC, he had watched his father work himself to death, and he refused to follow that path. Marvin had succeeded; he had become a successful accountant, he had a beautiful wife, and a 6 bedroom house that he paid others to maintain for him. However something was missing, acceptance.

Every day he drove by it, it mocked him, made him envious, made him feel like a failure. It was a place he did not feel welcome or worthy of, a place for those that belonged, it was the Moose hall. His neighbor Bob was a member, a friendly guy, they talked from time to time, but he had never invited Marvin to join. Bob and Alicia, his wife, invited Marvin and Nichole, Marvin’s wife, over to enjoy their pool and to the occasional b-b-q, but it seemed to end there. Granted they had only lived there for six months, but Marvin wanted in, he didn’t dare ask, for that would look desperate, but he went out of his way to do every favor under the sun for his neighbor. In fact he had done Bob’s taxes for him, free of charge, saved him more money than Bob could imagine, but still nothing. Until one sweltering August afternoon, they stood on the deck of Bob’s house, Marvin was wrestling with a piece of meat that had become wedged in his teeth when Bob placed his arm around him and said the words he longed to hear, “Marvin my boy, it’s the end of the summer, and for us boys at the Moose Hall that means pledge week.” Marvin could not believe his ears, he felt light headed, the piece of meat dislodged and got caught in his throat, he started to choke, but he wouldn’t let that keep him from responding, “Cough gag, I would, gag, hawk, be delighted.” As Bob turned back to scrape the fat that had encrusted itself on his precious grill, the lone piece of meat traveled from Marvin’s throat, through his nose and landed squarely on Bob’s collar. Bob unaware replied, “How’s about Monday night then?” Marvin smiled, all the time conscious that part of his dinner teetered precariously on Bob’s collar and could either fall to the ground or onto his neck, “It’s a date” The moment was awkward, Marvin felt he had come across as too gay, why did he say date? Bob seemed to not be affected by the response and unaware to the partially digested meat on his collar, smiled back at Marvin.

Monday night Marvin was on fire, his nervous nature had led him immediately to the bar, and after a few delicious Tom Collins’, he was in party mode. Bob introduced him to everyone, and they were all great guys! Marvin had never felt so accepted, and after dinner he sat back and glowed with a feeling of satisfaction and acceptance. When Bob was brought forth to the pulpit Marvin applauded his newest best friend louder than anyone else. Bob thanked everyone, and then after a few well placed ribbing of the fellow members announced that not only was Marvin accepted he was the pledge of honor! Marvin’s heart soared, the very boys that had beaten him up as a child, now were about to make him one of their own!!

Later as the evening winded down, Marvin found himself in a special room smoking a cigar with Bob and three other members, Charlie, Cliff, and Randy. The room was magnificent, filled to the brim with trophies and plaques, wall to wall plush red carpet, and rich ornate mahogany wood shelves brimming with books that smelled of antiquity. Randy broke the moment, “Now Marvin, as the pledge of honor you know you also have the honor of serving the executive board on Wednesday, and if we’re happy with your selection, you are in.” Marvin’s face was in a permanent smile, “Of course, what do you guys like, steaks, filet mignon, you name it!” The four men all looked at each other; smiling, and then Bob spoke up, “Marvin my neighbor, in order to join our exclusive ranks we demand our pledges make the ultimate sacrifice.” Marvin was confused but still smiling Cliff noted his confusion, “I don’t know that Marvin totally understands brothers” Bob got serious for a moment, “Marvin, being a Moose is about enjoying the finer things in life. The best clothes, the best cars, the best friends, you with me so far?” Marvin nodded, still holding onto the remnant of his smile. Bob forged ahead, “Let me put this as simply as I can Marvin, your wife Nichole, a beautiful woman.” Charlie chimed in, “How did you wind up with a piece like that Marvin old boy? Bob talks about her endlessly!” Marvin shrugged his shoulders and answered honestly, “I’ll never know.” Bob went on, “I’ve admired her since the first day you moved in, she’s prime my friend, tender, sweet, the fact is Marvin, do be a Moose, she’s what we want.” Marvin’s head was spinning again, but now he felt nauseas. Cliff interceded, “You serve her and you are in my boy. Wow look at the time! I’m off boys; see you at Marvin’s house on Wednesday.” And with that they all dispersed.

During the drive home Marvin sat in Bob’s car quiet and confused, Bob tried to help him out, “We blew your mind huh Marvin?” “I just never imagined.” Marvin threw out for lack of anything better to say. “Listen buddy, life is about sacrifice, you sacrificed a lot to get where you are right?” Marvin sat deep in thought, we sacrificed, Nichole and me, we were a team. He had never thought a woman as beautiful as that could fall for him. She seemed out of place in his classes, a goddess amongst the geeks. His friends dared him to ask her out, she admired him for his mind, anyone who saw then together would think the poor woman was blind. However, he started to ponder was his desire for acceptance and success higher than his desire for her? As he had become more successful other pretty women now paid attention to him, hell his secretary Daisy was always flirting, and she was a stunning blonde who made it difficult to concentrate on his work. Suddenly a thought entered his mind, it quickly moved all other thoughts aside, took a running start and came jumping out of his mouth, “Bob were you a pledge of honor?” “Yes I was Marvin, why?” Marvin forged ahead, “Alicia?” Before Marvin finished Bob knew where he was going, “She’s my second wife Marvin, I like to think of her as my reward for a job well done” Marvin once again sunk into despair, there was no way out.

Nichole was beautiful; even now at thirty she defied ageing, smooth porcelain skin, a small but pretty mouth, and an incredible body. It was her mouth he couldn’t take his eyes off now, how sensual it was, especially the way it was hanging open, he wanted to kiss her, but the moment was not right. “They want you to serve me as dinner?” Marvin could only nod, unable to take his eyes off her mouth; he simply could not look her in the eyes. She continued, “You know I want you to succeed Marvin, and the Moose are an important organization, but they want to eat me!?” He looked up, he could see her eyes welling up a bit, it was breaking his heart, but she was a logical woman and he knew she would have to think this out thoroughly. “I need to think about this Marvin”, he knew, “Are you done with dinner?” And with that she cleared the table, and there would be silence for rest of the night.

Marvin had just entered the first layer of slumber when he was awakened by Nichole’s nudging. When he opened his eyes he was shocked by the sight of her naked sitting up in the bed, “They want to eat me Marvin, am I so delectable that you would want to eat me? My thighs, sure they are meaty, and I’ve always eaten well, my arms, like chicken wings when you look at them. Look at my rump, my god Marvin, I’m meat!!” Marvin could never tell her how aroused she was making him, or how hungry. “And you have to cook me?” she asked him. “They gave me instructions dear. I’m to not let you eat for 24 hours to clean your system, then I have to wash you inside and out, then I stun you, they said not to kill you, the blood flow makes your meat sweeter. Then I just cook you like a suckling pig.” There was more silence and Marvin knew when Nichole was done talking, so he just nodded off to sleep.

Nichole wanted Marvin to succeed, and although she could admit to herself the eroticism of a group of men enjoying her body in such a primal way, the simple fact was she did not want to die. There had to be another way, she couldn’t ask Marvin he wouldn’t know, who could she ask?

Within minutes she was banging on Bob’s door, Alicia answered with a big condescending grin on her face, or was it, Nichole didn’t even know if she was aware of the situation. “Can I speak to Bob, Alicia?” Alicia escorted her into Bob’s office, when she entered Bob’s eyes lit up; he had expected her, “Nichole, what brings you over?” She told him, “Bob, Marvin and I were just discussing life insurance policies, and I needed some input.” Alicia giggled, “This conversation is way over my head, I’ll see you later Nichole.” She kissed Bob and hastily exited. Bob was relishing this moment, “I know why you’re here Nichole.” He lustily eyed her up and down. Nichole felt his gaze, felt it cut right through her, “No you don’t Bob. I’m not here to question your policies, but I do have a question.” “Ask away!” he responded. Nichole pressed on, “You want meat, woman meat,” she moved in closer to him, “I want to give you that.” Bob swallowed hard; his arousal was quickly becoming apparent, “Now Nichole, anything we do here won’t change Moose Hall rules.” Nichole stuck her leg right between his thighs; she brushed lightly against his manhood. Looking him deep in his eyes, she leaned closer and whispered in his ear, “I don’t want to change it Bob, but can’t we bend them a little?” She stuck her tongue in his ear and moved it about; he had to put his hands over his mouth so Alicia did not hear him moan. With her hands she started to undress him, massaging his chest. He fumbled for the string on his jogging pants; he couldn’t wait to be seduced.

Marvin sat at his desk motionless, staring out into the void that he felt his life was becoming. He watched as Daisy drank her tropical punch soda, and then redid her makeup after each sip, she was a voluptuous woman. He knew he had to make sacrifices; life was about sacrifice, he noticed Daisy had caught him staring again and she was smiling. The phone ringing brought him immediately back to reality. Daisy answered it and then leaned back to inform him who the caller was. He loved when she leaned back it allowed him to gaze on her perfect white breasts, and to dream a little. “It’s your wife Marvin.” Daisy didn’t care much for Mrs. Milquetoast; she was jealous and was always looking for cracks in their marital foundation.

Marvin answered, Nichole sounded a little winded, she informed him, “I’ve spoken with Bob, he has agreed they want meat, but it doesn’t have to be mine, right Bob?” Bob yelled out, “Just make sure she’s quality buddy boy!” Nichole went further, “there’s no time to waste, that pig Daisy would do fine, make up an excuse and bring her home!” With that she hung up. Marvin stared ahead, Daily was smiling at him, he was not smiling.

Daisy looked at poor Marvin, he looked so sad. What could that mean woman have said to him this time. She stood up from her desk and approached him, it was now or never. “You look so tense Marvin, are you o.k.?” She began to massage his shoulders; she could feel him instantly relaxing. She loosened his tie and pulled back his collar exposing his neck. She began to lightly kiss the back of his neck, running her hands down his chest until she reached his swelling manhood. She began to rub him, turning him around she kissed him, forcing her tongue in his mouth, pressing her breasts against his chest. She knew that beneath his calm exterior there was deep passion, but she never realized it was this deep, and hard, and so long! She melted as he touched her breasts and she screamed so loud when he entered her that Mrs. Spinelli, the lady that rented the upstairs, had her soup ruined when her cat, unnerved by the primal wail, lost its balance and fell into the pot.

When they finished they lay under his desk, Daisy feeling something had been accomplished today, and Marvin rubbing her, feeling how soft and tender she was as his stomach rumbled. He told her he needed her to come over tonight, there was something very important he needed her help with.

In Bob’s office, Nichole had to shove her underwear into his mouth and covered it with her hand to silence his loud moaning. At one point she had seen Alicia through the window, obliviously tending to her garden. As Bob came he pulled her in close, he pulled the underwear from his mouth, “You mind if I keep these as a souvenir?” She wanted to level him, but didn’t want to lose the advantage that this afternoon had gained her. He was rubbing her, “Have to admit Nicky (she hated people calling her Nicky) I was looking forward to eating you,” he grabbed her right buttock and held it, “you are prime baby.” Not knowing how to answer that, she kissed him, gathered her clothes, and attempted to exit.

That night when Daisy arrived she was blown away by Marvin’s house, both inside and out. Inside he had all the lights dim and the room was filled with the glow of what seemed like a million candles. Marvin could not take his eyes off her, she had a tight black dress that looked like it was painted on, and she looked stunning. Daisy was happy that his wife had to go out of town, which made the secrecy of their meeting even more exciting. She kissed him on the lips, he seemed nervous, she found that so charming. He told her he had a special night planned for her as he escorted her to the table. As he held out the chair for her, he admired her ass as she daintily placed it down, it was full and firm, his mouth was watering. He rushed into the kitchen and came back swiftly holding a bowl. As he sat on the opposite end of the table, he smiled at her. Daisy thought she could get used to this, all of this. She took her spoon and ever so daintily took a sip. There was no taste, she looked up at Marvin, “very light, almost like water” “That’s because it is water,” he informed her. She was puzzled, “I don’t understand.” Suddenly there was Nichole standing right behind her stating, “Because you don’t feed the meat for 24 hours.” Before Daisy could respond, Nichole brought down her finest Caphaelon pot down across her head, knocking her out.

Nichole undressed the unconscious secretary, and rubbed some marinade into her skin that Bob had recommended. She informed Marvin to burn the clothes in the fireplace. When he came back she had him pick her up and position her on the kitchen counter. They tied her arms and legs tightly, positioning her on all fours, exhausted they went up to sleep. The air was heavy that night, and Alicia looking out her window and thought out loud to Bob, “How strange the Milquetoasts have a fire burning.”

Later that night Marvin’s irregular bladder was at it again. As he was returning from the hall bathroom, which he loved because it was the only one with a soft seat, he heard noise from downstairs. From behind Daisy, her beautiful white ass glistened in the moonlight; he could hear her sobbing from behind the ball gag. He approached her and stroked her behind, marveling at the quality and quantity of the meat her rump would provide. She was shivering slightly and he was excited, he slipped his penis between her already separated and pre-lubed vagina and mounted her. She bucked and tried to move, which only excited him more, when he finished, quicker than he expected, he stroked her for awhile and tried to re-assure her that it would be over soon. He turned off the lights and quietly snuck upstairs, sliding into bed, he was impressed at his stealth, unable in the darkness to see his wife’s open eye.

The next day was a busy one. They both woke up early and spent the morning cleaning Daisy inside and out. Within a few hours her skin was a rosy pink, and her insides were squeaky clean. Marvin spent his time watching the cleaning and building the pit in the backyard. By 2:30 the pit was smoldering, Marvin came in to admire Nichole lathering another coat of marinade on Daisy; she turned to him with a big smile and a hammer in her hand, “Ok crack the little piggy’s skull so we can start cooking her.” Marvin froze; he thought Nichole would do it. “What’s the problem, if you had to cook me, then you would have had to crack mine? Daze her so her blood keeps her meat sweet, as you say.” He held the hammer in his hand, readjusting the handle numerous times to get a better grip. Looking down on Daisy, her eyes wide open, so soft and blue, tears cascading down, he knew there was no turning back; there were sacrifices that had to be made.

Bob helped Marvin lug her into the room, the other three men applauding as the warm inviting scent filled the air. They gave Marvin the honor of carving, each man picking out their favorite cut. Marvin was happy that he was left part of that magnificent rump for himself. He watched the other men hungrily bite into their pieces, grease and sauce running down their chins. He closed his eyes and pictured Daisy sitting at her desk, sipping her tropical soda as he bit into the meat. It was the most tender and sweetest thing he had ever eaten, and he found himself finishing his piece quickly. Next he had some thigh, and some rib, he finally found a place he belonged and he was smiling as the men toasted their newest member.

Later in bed, his belly full, Nicole asked him if he was happy. He almost sang his response, “Oh yes my dearest.” Nichole kissed him on the cheek, “Then sleep well my love.” And all was quiet. “Oh Marvin?” Nichole remembered. “Yes My darling”, he cooed back. She rolled over and looked him deep into his eyes, “Why did you have to fuck the meat?” And Marvin was not smiling.