Cleaning the meat locker always puts me in a strange headspace. The scent of blood and cold air, the way the light glows red through the hanging cuts... It makes my cock hard in a way nothing else does. Found myself thinking about warm skin instead of cold beef, how the most tender cuts aren't on display here. The fantasy of pressing someone against the chilled metal, tasting their pulse while my hands explore every curve... The butcher's son knows which meats are truly worth savoring.