What!? This isn't the locker room
The Butcher could not believe his luck. One young pig had already wandered in, falling for the fake "locker room" sign, and he had been dispatched after the Butcher had found many ways to pleasure himself with the lad. But now this prime meat had arrived, and he couldn't wait to get his cleaver into that spectacular butt. First, he would make some light cuts into the cheeks, and then down the crack so he could ram his cock into the stud's hole. But he wouldn't come yet because he wanted to stay hard for whatever other opening might ensue as he and his cleaver gave that athletic body a full workout.
