Hayden: Hayden Comes to Seattle
By: Magog

Hayden was walking home from downtown one Saturday afternoon. Having uncanny abilities as a warlock (male witch), he never really had to walk anywhere. It was a nice spring day, however, and he so liked the smell of budding flowers and the sounds of hatchlings in their nests. He was sure that even if he weren’t so attuned with nature, he would have enjoyed it.

Recently moving to Seattle, he was also still enthralled by the sights of high snow-capped mountains and hills, the myriad coffee shops and the constant smell of moisture in the air. He was glad he'd decided to relocate there from California.

Among the sounds of traffic, the chirping of birds, he heard the voice of a young woman. She sounded stressed and very familiar. A few short blocks up, much further away than any mortal man could have heard, he spied with eagle sharp eyes a man with her. He instantly recognized them both. The man was his downstairs condo neighbor Rory and the woman was the young man's girlfriend, Carolyn.

Rory was handsome. In his early 30's. He had a thick head of jet black hair, pronounced, dark manly brows, large hazel eyes, high cheek bones and a thin sharp nose, with thin pink lips. He always let his beard grow in just enough to darken his face a bit giving him that unkempt grunge singer look.

He was thin but well muscled with vascular forearms, a well-defined chest and strong shoulders with a pronounced Adam’s apple. He had excellent posture from years of Yoga and he walked like the perfect combination of a dancer and martial artist.

He wore slightly faded, loose fitting blue jeans and a white tight short-sleeved tee-shirt that showed his biceps and a large well designed dragon tattoo on his left arm. He wore dark, Diesel sneakers with the square toed design.

Carolyn had long brown hair with lines of tint and highlight that flowed to her shoulder. Her eyes were large like Rory’s only brown. She had freckles from years of too much sun and a thin pinched nose. She was in her late 20s.

Hayden always thought the both of them reminded him of Anime characters the way they were built and looked, both very attractive.

Many times, Hayden would stare through the wood of his floor at Rory taking a shower, or when the unsuspecting mortal neighbor was playing with himself while watching porn. Since the warlock had no interest in females he never spied on Rory and Carolyn having sex and generaly just said hello to her and nothing more than that.

But he did fantasize about the day when it would be time to address his lust for Rory, and he knew instantly that today would be the day.

Looking around, ensuring no one was watching him, Hayden ducked down between two cars. In a quick moment, a small brownish bird flew up into the sky from where he had been. It quickly landed on the branch of a small recently planted tree near the arguing couple.

“What do you mean you’re breaking up with me?” Carolyn said behind a sob. “I thought we were doing fine together!”

Rory shrugged. “Well obviously you were wrong. I just think its best we just go our separate ways.”

Her eyes ran with tears. “Just like that? After 4 years?”

Rory shrugged again. “Just like that,” he said.

“But why?” Carolyn pleaded.

“Well, if you have to know,” said Rory over his shoulder, walking away, “it’s because I’ve met someone else.”

Carolyn stood there stunned. “You bastard,” she said, before composing herself and stomping abruptly away.

Hayden as the bird sat and observed thoughtfully as Rory opened the door to the condo and went inside.

The Warlock had always known Rory was an arrogant cuss. It was one of the things that turned Hayden on so much about him. Men who were so full of themselves always made for a full feast. This one would be a dining experience worthy of a king. Hayden would’ve bet his powers on it.

And to catch a man right when he was at his most evil and ruthless was like finding a blackberry at its ripest.

The bird flew from the branch of the tree. It landed behind a large green dumpster. Hayden as a man stood up.

From under his thick lips he chanted:

“A bubble of reality I place… around this building and this area in its own time and space. Oh, only room for two of us… just me and Rory. To hear him scream, he will be sorry.”

A slight glow surrounded the multi-unit gray building.

“Now,” Hayden said, “That’s done. Time to get down to business.”

He outstretched his muscular arms.

From 6 feet he became ten, from ten to twenty. Soon he was approximately 40 feet tall.

Hayden grinned. His spell and enchantment had encased him and his prey in an alternate reality.

“Now I think I will go and ask my neighbor for a cup of sugar.”

Rory had gone inside his condo apartment. He closed his door and placed his key on a counter, totally unperturbed regarding the girl’s heart he had just broken.

He sat at a dark Ikea bought desk by a window and tapped the mouse of his computer. The screen saver dissolved revealing an Internet Message window waiting for him with the small text reading,” Where are you?”

“Right here,” he typed.

“Where were you?”

Rory typed, “I just broke up with her.”

“Cool, so when you coming down to Portland to see me?”

“I’ve got massage class tonight. How about tomorrow?”

Rory noticed that the window next to him had just gotten darker. He figured that a cloud must've been passing in front of the sun. It was Seattle, and there was never a shortage of clouds.

Suddenly there was a crash of shattered glass and splintering wood through the window.

Rory turned quickly. What he saw made his body stiffen, and for a second he forgot how to breathe.

There was a large brown-skinned wrist attached to a gargantuan hand jutting through a gaping hole where his window and curtains used to be. His mouth dropped.

He bolted from the chair in an attempt to escape, but the palm of the hand had already closed around him. He was caught in a grip that had him from his shoulders down to his knees.

He tried to scream but the tree trunk fingers were around him too tight. He could only watch in sheer wide eyed terror as he was snatched out through the opening in his wall.

When he saw the giant man, he tried to scream again, but the grip was too tight. He thought he’d recognized the giant but he just couldn’t place him.

Hayden relaxed his grip, mindful that his little victim was running out of air.

“Hello, Rory.” He said.

Rory could only pant. He was grateful he was able to breathe again.

Terrified he said, “Please.”

“Please what?” Hayden asked.

“Please let me down.” Rory said fearfully realizing he was being held much higher than his second story window.

“I will,” said Hayden. “I will let you go all the way down.”

He tilted his hand back so that Rory was on his back in his palm with his feet hanging limply off the sides of the large hand.

Hayden used his thumb on the holding hand to clasp the little man in place while he snatched off the victim’s shoes.

Rory’s feet curled and tensed in his white athletic socks, which Hayden quickly snatched off.

Rory had nice well groomed toes and very soft smooth soles. Hayden smiled because he’d seen the young man’s feet before and thought it would be the most erotic thing about the meal. He lifted Rory’s squirming feet to his nose and sniffed.

A faint hint of clean sweat danced in his nostrils.

His tongue slurped at the bottom of Rory’s soles, who snatched his feet up and away, bringing his knees to his chest to avoid the large mouth below.

“OH, how good you are going to taste when I swallow you whole, Rory.”

When the young man heard what the giant had just said, he screamed. “No, No….please, no. I don’t want to die.”

He continued to repeat that for a long time as Hayden used his free hand to snatch off Rory’s tight white tee shirt.

Hayden’s eyes widened when he saw Rory’s smooth white chest and his one pierced nipple barbell ring, the six pack abs, contracted fiercely with fear.

Rory cried and screamed loudly for help in his deep nasal voice. His eyes rimmed with tears as he struggled against Hayden’s unmoving thumb. His legs tensed as the giant snatched his pants away leaving only his dark boxer/brief underwear.

Hayden brought his nose to Rory’s groin and sniffed, taking in the smell of freshly washed clothing.

Delicately using his teeth he gripped the underwear and pulled them down and off, lifting Rory’s squirming smooth legs in the process.

By now the little man was yelling until he was hoarse. He kicked, he cursed, he clawed, all to know avail.

Hayden looked closely at the dark black well groomed groin hair and the soft cut cock resting on a pair of healthy looking hanging ball sacks. He brought his nose to Rory’s groin again and sniffed.

The boy may have been arrogant but he was definitely clean. The smell of his soft man musk complimented by the fresh smell of soap.

Exhausted from kicking, Rory could only dangle in the giant’s hand as Hayden began licking with his giant tongue Rory’s entire pelvic region.

He’d lick for a few moments then blow softly on the naked young man. Finally he noticed an erection. It was a reluctant one because Rory, as tired as he was, kept trying to kick at the giant’s mouth.

But nevertheless the penis was hard, pointing like an impressive little rocket upward. Hayden continued to lick and to blow until he saw Rory’s body tense, his eyes roll up into his head, his toes curl and his cock shoot.

It shot so hard the semen reached Hayden’s thumb.

Rory was in shock. He could not believe he came, he couldn’t believe any of what was going on. He tried to wake up from his dream. But he could not.

“Now,” said Hayden. “I get to see how your semen tastes.”

Rory’s thick eyebrows rose. His forehead dripping with sweat from exhaustion and fear. He knew that he didn’t like the sound of that.

“I like my food seasoned,” said Hayden with a grin. “And your cum will be the excellent sauce for your body.”

Rory began to kick again. Suddenly he had new energy, but it was no good. The giant was already bringing his mouth in for the kill.

“No, Please. Please I don’t want to die.” Rory sobbed as he braced himself for the inevitable.

“No one does,” Hayden said to the kicking man.

He smiled.

Rory yelled as loud as he could at the top of his lungs for help as Hayden’s lips covered his head like it was some human flavored lolipop.

The kicking little man's little hands tried to press away from the large sucking mouth but the action was futile as Hayden slowly pulled him in deeper, tasting the sweat from Rory's head and the fear on his skin.

Rory saw the darkness, his face planted downward into saliva. He had to turn his head to one side to keep from drowning. He could feel the warmth of the mouth on his shoulders and the fresh air from the outside on his bare exposed ass.

His arms were pinned to his sides. He was helpless and he was going to die, be eaten.

Hayden was relishing every moment. He could feel the nipple ring of Rory’s chest rubbing against his bottom lip, and the taste of salt from the sweat and the cool semen as Rory was sucked in.

Hayden looked down his nose to see the young man’s hamstrings flailing and kicking wildly, the creased soles of his delicious feet exposed to the sun as his cute little, strong tiny toes tensed.

He placed an index finger between Rory’s butt cheeks and pushed him further in between the thick drooling lips.

Rory tensed, there was something big and hard on his ass pushing, and spreading his cheeks way beyond the comfort zone.

So in shock, the man became rigid as he rode the tongue, hands pinned to his hips, deeper and deeper, farther into the darkness.

Hayden could feel Rory’s penis on his bottom lip and the young man's untanned ass rubbing against the top. His tongue squeezed out from the bottom against the still taut cock and between the young man’s inner thighs, curling and playing with the exposed anus and ball sack.

Rory’s legs continued to kick, hitting, with no effect, with his soft pink heels against Hayden’s top lip as the tongue tasted the contents of his reluctant ass hole.

Rory couldn’t hold it any more. He was beyond fear, beyond everything...and his body was rebelling.

He came again.

Hayden looked down his nose as Rory’s hamstrings and calves tensed straight and his toes curled tightly from the unexpected nut.

Hayden felt the warm salty, chlorine-hinted semen spray his tongue. He pulled Rory in deeper up to his calves, which pressed hard against the top lip in a futile effort to anchor the body from going further into his giant mouth.

In an insane mixture of orgasmic confusion, panic, and embarrassment, Rory’s bladder let go.

Hayden swooned. He knew this one would be a pisser. He curled the tip of his tongue up and over over the soles of Rory’s flexed feet as he closed his mouth on him completely.

Rory could taste it all on Hayden’s tongue, the semen, the sweat, and even his own urine as he found himself going over what felt like a water fall.

He fell for a short moment in the darkness before finding himself in some tube, facing head down, where he couldn’t move at all.

He cried as he felt himself being forced downward. He cried like he did as a little boy. The bogey man had gotten him. The bogey man had eaten him, and he knew he deserved it for being the prick he was to Carolyn for another woman he barely even knew.

He fell into a dark pit, into a deep warm liquid. He tried to get his footing but could barely stand. He tried to scream but his lungs were spent. He barely had enough energy to get to his feet.

Then he began to feel alarming warmth all over his body. Mainly on all the submerged parts, it felt as if he was suddenly in a hot tub.

His balls ached from the heat. His asshole ached and felt like it was itching. His toes felt as if he were standing on a curling iron.

“Shit, I’m going to be shit.”

Hoarsely he began to cry as loud as he could for help. His hazel eyes were large with the final realization of his imminent end, as he beat and bit and clawed at the abdominal walls like a maddened animal wanting freedom.

The stomach acids begain churning around him like a Jacuzzi.

Hayden smiled.

He was so right about Rory. Not only was he one of the most delicious meals he’d ever tasted, he was also a pisser. He hoped there would be something left of him when he would be shit out, some toenails or something that could be a keepsake to remember him always as the delicacy he was.

Hayden would make sure he checked his stool in two days.

He contined to grin broadly as he chanted.

“My deed is done, my meal is won. To real time I go, where I am ceased to grow. Get me thither now.”

He was back at the dumpster. Rory’s window was as if nothing had ever happened to it.

Hayden noticed Carolyn marching angrily to the condo.

She was probably going to give Rory a piece of her mind.

Too bad he wouldn’t be there to receive it.

Hayden in his mind’s eye could see Rory sinking slowly in the stomach acids. The young man’s dragon tattoo on his left arm, his clutching hand to the abdomnal walls, sliding downward, the last to go under the foaming digestive juices.

Hayden sucked the tiny speck of semen off his thumb and licked his lips.

The End