I am Longpig 129-334-601 and these are some of my fantasies - I am a male longpig, a willing volunteer for the platter. I am no longer a human being with any human rights; I am a converted and registered meat animal. I serve as a slave for my mistress until she decides to have me cooked and served for her and her friends enjoyment. As a former human, I was a heterosexual, so I also enjoy seeing women used in the same capacity, as I believe that they make excellent meat as well, and look absolutely stunning on a spit, in a roasting pan or on a serving platter. But I am of the firm belief that all men do NOT deserve to be human, we are ALL pigs. And as such, we deserve to be treated as animals, as pigs. Pigs may be sweet when they are young, but at a certain point, when they reach maturity, they only have one purpose, as meat, and therefore they are to be treated as nothing but future meat for the table. All men should be subservient to all women. We only should exist for their pleasure, to improve their quality of life. Prior to actually being cooked and served as meat, men should serve women as slaves, whether as a physical laborer slave, as a sex slave, or in any other capacity, such as possibly just as an object of sport. If watching a man squirm as he hangs from a rope, or watching his head (or cock) drop into a basket or chute when the guillotine's blade drops is entertaining to a woman, then I will gladly slip a noose around my neck, or stick my head or cock into the guillotine's opening if it brings her pleasure. Personally, I have very little to no gay tendencies, but as a slave and meat animal, the decision on who gets to fuck me is not up to me. If my mistress (my wife) has a male friend who she wants to impress, or otherwise please, and she wishes me to service him, I will gladly do so, as that is up to her. As she owns me, mind, and body (meat), I serve her or anyone else at her pleasure. Honestly, part of me wants to suck some man's cock for her, and even get fucked by him, just to prove to myself, and to her my willingness to please her. And if she ever tires of me and for some wants to sell me instead of roasting me, then who she sells me to, or how she chooses to do it is none of my concern. If that were to happen, I will strive to serve my new owner with the same enthusiasm that I serve my mistress. In the end, I truly LONG to be roasted for my mistress's pleasure. I long to be cleaned (inside and out) and prepped for roasting; to be trussed up in a pan, stuffing pumped up my ass, as well as a bread pudding batter injected into my bladder, my cock tied off, and a shiny apple stuffed into my mouth. I long to be slid into the oven in a deep pan surrounded by potatoes and carrots. I long for the oven, where I can eventually pass out and die from the heat, with the knowledge that my mistress and her friends will love and remember my meat. I think that it would be nice if my service to my mistress pleased her enough that she would want to protect my head so that she could have it mounted on her wall, maybe in her office. But that is too much to hope for. I would never dare to actually ask for that honor.