Ruckus: Ruckus Meets Sean
By: HardPuc
Sean had been hanging naked to the wooden post for more then two hours. His hands were chained and
bound above his head. The blood had drained down his steely arms and he could no longer feel them. It'd
been fun for a while, what with Tony all dressed up in leather working him over, but Tony had went to the
can about forty minutes ago and still wasn't back. Sean was getting bored and cold and increasingly
annoyed. He was stuck here, naked. Fucking Tony had the key. Tony must have met up with someone. The
air was so chilly Sean's nipples stood away from his chest like beer caps. He twisted around and looked up
at his shackled hands. He was strung up pretty high, had to stand on his tippy toes and his calves felt like
they were on fire and were starting to cramp up. Fuck, this was no fun.
First person who past he'd ask for help. Where the fuck was everybody? The place was jammed before.
Nobody'd walked by for half hour now. Where the fuck WAS everybody?
He heard the foot fall of heavy boots coming down the hall toward the dungeon room and sighed with
relief. "Hey," Sean shouted, "could I get a little help in here!"
A large man turned the corner and Sean caught his breath. This dude was HOT. Powerfully built with wide,
muscled shoulders, a thick, hairy chest and big, meaty thighs. He wore black leather boots and a black
leather jock...same thing Tony'd been wearing but he had to admit that this guy looked a lot better then
Tony. This guy looked like he born to wear black leather...like a Colt magazine God. He wasn't perfect
though...his stomach looked a bit pronounced. He was smiling below a thick mustache with big, white
teeth. He had the dark eyes of a predator.
As he slowly drew nearer Sean recognized him as Ruckus, the new clothes check guy.
"Looky what we have here," The Colt God spoke.
Sean forced a smile and said, "Could you help me down?"
"I don't know," he answered still laughing at some private joke. "Let me see what I can do." He approached
Sean and stood face to face with him, Sean being a little higher then him 'cause of the shackles. He reached
up and leaned in, letting his hairy chest brush up against Sean's smooth goosebumped torso. They stood
like this for a moment, armpit to ripe armpit and Sean found his slowly stiffening dick resting against
Ruckus's protruding belly. Wiry, down fur tickled the hardening head of his cock. The clothes check guy
rose up on his toes to inspect the shackles, lightly grazing his hard body against Sean's.
Ruckus sighed, taking a step back, leaving little more then Sean's lengthening cock between them and
shook his head. "Sorry, bud, but your locked up tight. Who's got the key?" he asked, still smiling a wide,
wicked grin.
"My buddy, Tony. He's wearing the same boots and jock you are. He had 'em hanging off a chain attached
to the back of the jock."
Recognition enlivened Ruckus's face and he spoke, "I met him. Over at the urinals. Yeah...he was taking a
whizz. I just walked right up behind him. Boy was he surprised. He finished pissing in my mouth." He
stood chuckling at the memory, patting his big fuzzy stomach. "I had him halfway down my throat when I
realized he still had his boots on. Slid 'em off his feet and tickled 'em to get him kicking again. No fight in
that guy. I hate that. But the boots fit and it's a good look for me."
"You know where Tony is now?" Sean asked confused, just now noticing the very key dangling from the
same chain on what must have been Tony's leather jock.
"My stomach juices are melting him down to his protein base." Ruckus answered, taking a step forward,
pushed his hard, hairy belly into Sean's fat cock. He brought his face close to Sean's and whispered, "If
your really quiet you can hear him yelling for help." He opened his mouth really, really wide and covered
Sean's face with it. Hot and dark and cavernous was all Sean could perceive as an instinctual fear began to
seep into his heart. He felt his balls and his stiff, hard cock gently being messaged by a thumping coming
from Ruckus's gut. And then he did hear something...coming from way back of Ruckus throat...it was a
muffled whimper, then a cry for help that was Tony's voice. He realized the pounding coming from
Ruckus's hairy abdomen was Tony struggling to get out!
Sean gasped, terrified of this hot, black hole hovering over his face. He pulled his head away and Ruckus
let him, giving his cheek a good firm lick and making a yummy sound. "You taste real good there, boy," he
spoke. His calloused palms ran slowly down Sean's wiry, smooth torso, appraising him.
"What are you going to do to me, man?"
"I'm going to swallow you up whole. Let you slide down my gullet and settle in my belly. My stomach
acids will dissolve and liquefy you down...just like your boyfriend. Your muscles will feed mine and add to
my power."
"Noooo!" Sean cried, "That's impossible. You...you can't!!" He twisted at the shackles above him and
strained to get away from Ruckus rough touch. "Get the fuck away from me, creep!!"
Ruckus continued down, running his palms over Sean's tight dimpled ass, past his sinewy hamstrings and
came to a rest at his straining calves. He squatted down and grabbed both Sean's cramping limbs below the
knee and began massaging them. He tried to kick out but Ruckus's grip was too strong to break free of.
Sean moaned in pleasure despite himself. His poor fucking calves were killing him and this freak stud
rubbing at them brought such relief and pleasure. His hard dick stood straight out in front of him, hanging
heavy in the air. Ruckus ignored it. Instead he lifted Sean's calves slowly into the air and brought his feet to
his lips.
"I'll let you enjoy this as I have let no other."
"Stop it!" Sean yelled, rattling his shackled fists.
He tried to pull his feet free but Ruckus's grip was of steel. He could do nothing but watch as he parted his
lips and sucked Sean's big toe first and then all his toes...darting his tongue in between, juicing them up
with saliva till spit ran down Sean's ankles in rivets. He stared in shock as Ruckus's mouth expanded over
the his balls of his feet, easily fitting both of them into his gaping, hungry maw.
"HELP!!," he screamed at the top of his lungs, for he heard someone running past the doorway. He caught a
glimpse of a naked guy rushing past...followed by what looked like a giant penis racing after him in hot
pursuit. "What the fuck...?" There was a loud crash from outside the room, followed by screams and
powerful slurping sounds.
I must be fucking tripping or something, he decided, this can't be happening...this couldn't be real. I'm
hallucinating.
The strain on Sean's bound wrists was incredibly painful. They were bruised and sore and useless. He was
very cold, goosebumps traced along the surface of his smooth, tight body. He was weak and confused. He
found himself moaning, moaning at how fucking good the soles of his feet felt as they came to rest on the
warm wetness of Ruckus's tongue. Sean squirmed his toes, tickling the back of his throat. Ruckus sucked
and hummed his approval, causing vibrations that traced up his prey's body.
Sean murmured, "Please...let me go." But the sick truth was he didn't want Ruckus to stop pleasuring his
feet.
Still massaging and squeezing Sean's achy calves, Ruckus inhaled, easing the feet further back, taking more
of him. Tight lips closed over his ankles. Ruckus's strong, calloused hands slid up Sean's muscled legs,
kneading the hamstrings, sliding still more of Sean into his mouth. Ruckus let Sean's smooth plump calves
fill his hot hungry mouth. He licked and traced his tongue under them. Sean, still clutching his fists trapped
above his head, squeezed shut his eyes, then opened them wide and began to beg for his life.
Ruckus raised his dark eyes to lock with Sean's, paused, then swallowed hard. Throat muscles contracted
like a wave, flowing up the length of Sean's lower legs, flexing for a moment before dragging him deeper
inside the tight walls of Ruckus's heated mouth. Meaty paws cupped Sean's dimpled, hard ass easing more
of his legs down the hot wet slide of throat.
Loud sloppy slurping sounds filled the room.
Ruckus's thick neck expanded pulling in more of Sean's thighs till his nose brushed up against the bottom
of Sean's balls...his hot, probing tongue darting out, warm and wet, at his shit hole. Ruckus spread his ass
cheeks apart and lapped hungrily at Sean's ripe hole. His smooth, hairless balls were sucked in, one at a
time, as his hard, swollen cock twitched and jumped atop his abdomen, oozing stings of pearly precum.
Ruckus picked up Sean's stiff manhood, bent it downward and worked the head past his lips, still sucking
greedily. Sean cried out. He choked down another mouthful, dragging Sean's small, compact ass into the
carnivore's tight throat. Here his tongue freely invaded, searching deep within Sean.
Ruckus slowly rose up off his squatting position and stood, raising his victim almost parallel to the floor.
Sean withered and squirmed in pleasure/panic, not knowing he was only making it easier on Ruckus's task.
His tight gymnast's body slipped further down, first his hips, then his hard, six-pac abs disappeared till
finally his tender nipples rested below Ruckus's thick mustache.
"Please Man...Get the fuck off me..." Sean begged as Ruckus tongue lapped at his armpits...stretching over
his straining triceps and up to his chin. Only his eye's and the arms above, still chained and shackled,
remained outside Ruckus's lips. The rest of his body enveloped inside Ruckus's warm body seem to hang
over some empty, hungry pit. It felt so good...so right. Tears freely flowed down his face as Ruckus gulped
the rest of his head down. A rough surfaced tongue wiped them away. Nothing but his shackled hands
could be seen and they were all that kept Sean from being completely swallowed.
Ruckus's eyes squeezed shut as he sucked the flavor of Man off this meal. Rarely was he afforded with the
opportunity to taste his meals, let alone savor. He eased back his head, releasing the straining, shackled
Sean and letting his saliva soaked body pass out his lips. The kid screamed and gulped in oxygen as if he
were being reborn. He screamed and hollered like a baby. Again his ass cheeks rested at Ruckus's lips and
again he assaulted Sean hole with his tunneling tongue. Ruckus smoothed his hands behind his back and
jiggle at something there. With eyes locked on his prey, he smiled and unhooked the keys that would
unlock Sean's shackled wrists.
Ruckus then reached between his own beefy thighs and beat at his swollen meat. Sean moaned as he felt
Ruckus's jaw tighten and dig teeth into Sean's tight muscled buttocks, tongue still lapping at his ass juices.
Ruckus grunts grew louder and more violent. Then, his jaw completely unlocked and a dark, red slope
opened wide. Sean could see his toes and further. A warmth and a heat rose from the bottom of this well
and it called to Sean. Other Men had come this way. Tony had. Sean could sense them, centuries of them.
Ruckus moans became more urgent and his hips began to rock.
Staring deep into the abyss, hypnotized by it, Sean failed to notice Ruckus reach over him and unlock his
wrists. Numb and drained of blood, his finely sculpted arms hung uselessly behind him. Ruckus beat faster
at his cock and then with a howling roar threw his head back and came. Hot come splashed across Sean's
back as his world tilted upwards. Then he was straightened up and sank down Ruckus's throat in one steady
drop. In one gulp, he was choked down.
The walls closed in around him and he slid through a tight shaft of warm tissue. The walls like one long
tongue running along the length of his body, on his still so swollen cock. He came to settle in a damp, hot
chamber with little room to maneuver. He was on his back with his knees pushed up to his chest, his arms
trapped and weak over his head, now tightened by throat muscles. He could breath, short hot breaths like a
blasting steamroom. He felt his body being shifted, put into position. He was aware of Ruckus's beating
heart and felt his own beat in time. His angry red prick throbbed so much it hurt. He felt Ruckus pat his
stomach and say something down to him. "Come for me. Let me taste you one last time."
His voice spoke to Sean's cock and took control of it. Though he himself could not reach out and touch his
tool, a fevered arousal powered it and surged it forward. It twitch and shuddered before erupting in such
angry amount and violence that Sean again screamed and the sound of it carried out between Ruckus's
smiling lips. Juicey semen coated his cramped body and filled the digestive chamber. Different juices
seeped from the walls and Sean felt his flesh begin to tingle and his body start to change, to altar and, with
a sigh, he welcomed it.
His stomach swelled out with Sean's squirming form. He stroked his belly, smoothing his abs down to size.
Ruckus stood tall and stretched his body out. Already his prey's young muscles were feeding his steely
own. The power they amassed was great.
It was time to finish this night up, Ruckus decided. He must gather up the others and finish his feast.