Hayden: A Taste of Chocolate
By: Magog

It had been two days since Hayden’s last feeding. He could still smell the musky scent of the fully digested young man on his thick lips. He could remember the taste of the delicious young man’s sweat on his tongue, but now it was time for more. A warlock must be fed.

When the police had paid him-along with all the other condo residents, in regard to his missing neighbor-a visit, Hayden was considering one of Seattle’s finest as his next meal, that is until he noticed through his Venetian blinds a handsome, bald and smooth black man walking through the parking lot towards the condo downstairs.

He’d recognized the stud instantly. It was one of Rory’s best friends, Damyn. For a long time, Hayden had thought the two young men had been gay lovers. They seemed so close. But after carefully observing them from afar, using his magiks to watch the two of them through the invisible floor, or to stalk them from a distance when the two of them went out on the town, he came to accept that they were just two metro-sexual men who had probably been brothers or lovers in another life.

Perhaps it would have been better to have eaten them both at the same time, Hayden thought. Oh well, they would end up in the same place regardless.

Damyn was extremely good looking, built like a Nubian god, and pure brown like a glass of Nestle’s Quick, with a pearly white smile, high check bones and kind brown eyes, and a nose a bit thinner than the average black man. He was obviously mixed with a few things in his lineage.

If his friend, now fully consumed had been a delicacy because of his crafty nature, Damyn would be succulent because of his innocence. Hayden had watched the young man in the past enough to know that he was beautiful and had no idea. To him all his friends looked much better than he did, when in truth he was just as cute as Rory, just in a different way.

He was in his early 30’s and still had the demeanor of a boy moving recently away from his mom and venturing into the world alone.

His legs were slightly bowed when he walked and his feet slightly pigeon-toed, turning inward as he stepped.

Hayden, barely paying attention to the questions of the officers regarding a digested Rory, watched as Damyn got closer to the building downstairs.

The unsuspecting young man wore a blue short sleeved tee shirt, with a long sleeved white one underneath it, both hanging out over his blue jeans. His sneakers were subtle yellow with two dark stripes on each side, running shoes in a name brand not as big as Nike or the others, but none the less exquisite in design.

“So, Mr. Prentice,” said one of the officers, a short stocky white man, probably much younger than he actually looked. “You haven’t seen Mr. Reich since three days ago, is that correct.”

Hayden didn’t have time to chit chat. He had to get ready for his next meal. But he knew he couldn’t just dismiss the officers rudely as that would have made them highly suspicious, and even if he’d manipulated their minds using the “Jedi mind trick” they would still need paper work verifying to their superiors that they’d spoken to everyone in the building. He would have to handle them carefully.

Hayden stared at the cops as he muttered softly:

“With depth of years, and honed magic skill, Time space continuum Around these two is still.”

The officers froze like mannequins, the short white one staring down at his note pad, the darker Latino one staring blankly into space.

Hayden waved a playful hand in front of their faces, testing his enchantment.

He noticed one of the officers, the Latino, who was actually a bit taller than his partner, and immensely cuter, with long thick eye lashes and dark brown eyes, was sporting a major hard on pressing from the inside of his dark blue pants.

Hayden pressed his palm against the officer’s crotch. Something must have aroused the man before the hex was placed on him.

Hayden, always the prankster, figured he’d have a little fun before he got down to business with Damyn, who was downstairs ringing his eaten friend’s doorbell.

Hayden unzipped the unmoving police officer’s pants. He reached inside, fumbling around a bit, and pulled out the officer’s hard cock.

A very fleshy and vascular piece it was too, Hayden thought as he dropped to his knees. He made sure he could see the officer’s balls, hanging them just over the exposing zipper, as he sniffed the curly pubes of the man-turned-statue.

A strong handsome musk caressed Hayden’s flaring nostrils.

He placed his lips on the stiff penis and began to perform on it with a preternatural skill beyond human belief. Like a GI JOE doll the police officer stood, apparently unfeeling…but only apparently.

Confident he’d done the job to completion Hayden stood up and out of the way as the officer shot a load across the room, creating a long white tube from his rod across the boards of the hard wood floor, a hefty load of milk, all the while with an expression devoid of any emotion.

Hayden grinned slyly as he carefully placed the man’s dripping penis back into his pants, zipping him back up.

He tapped the cop on his face gently. “You might prove to be a worthy desert,” he looked at the officer’s badge, “Officer Torres.”

Downstairs, Damyn rang the doorbell. He hadn’t heard from or seen Rory in two days and they were supposed to go down to Portland tomorrow. It wasn’t like his buddy to not call or not answer voice mail. Rarely a day would go by that they hadn’t Internet Messaged each other via the Web.

Damyn was understandably concerned. They’d never lost contact for more than two days.

He saw Rory’s grey Ducatti motorcycle parked in its usual space, so he figured he was home. The tall brown man began knocking on the door. Maybe the doorbell wasn’t working.

“This doesn’t make any sense,” Damyn thought. He stood there pensive for a moment. Then, he remembered where Rory kept the spare key, in the back of the building, under a cinderblock.

As he made his way to the back of the building, Damyn had become very worried, and he didn’t even know why exactly.

His stomach tightened as if he were poised to jump off a roof into a pool of sharks.

He got to the back of the house, found the cinder block among a patch of uncut dandelions. He lifted it and saw the sliver key. It was then he noticed that a shadow had come over him, a big one. He didn’t think much of it as he turned around to see what it was that could be blocking out the sun.

The cinder block fell to the side.

Damyn screamed loud. “Oh my God!” He turned and bolted, but a wall blocked him. A dead end, on all three sides. He tried to leap, to climb the wall but fell back down to the ground.

Quickly getting to his feet he pressed himself hard against the wall as he faced what could only be a very frightening hallucination.

As the impossibly tall dark figured loomed closer, Damyn screamed at the top of his lungs, trying to scare the thing away, or get some help.

Like a raggedy Andy doll, he was snatched off the ground still screaming, kicking and flailing like he was being lifted to his death…which he was.

Hayden’s large eyes locked on the tiny muscular black man squirming and hollering, clutched tightly in the palm of the giant warlock’s hand.

“Looking for your friend?” He asked.

“Who….what…who are you?” Damyn said, sweating and exhausted from his struggles. He shuddered as fear racked through his taut body. He was staring at a giant man, in the middle of a city, awake, sober, who had lifted him up higher than the condo, holding him like he didn’t weigh an ounce. What was going on?

And there was apparently no one else around to even see it? Someone else HAD to be seeing this, it wasn’t making sense.

Damyn closed his eyes, he took in slow breaths in and out through the nose in an effort to meditate and calm down. If he calmed his mind, perhaps he would wake up and everything would be okay. He’d be at home in his bed just waking up, and the nightmares about Rory being dead, this giant, all of it would be just a bad, horribly bad dream.

But something was wrong. He wasn’t feeling calmer, or comfortable. He could still feel the giants grip on him, and suddenly he had gotten quite cold.

He opened his eyes.

He was now naked. His shoes, socks, everything was gone. “No…”

”I asked you a question, little man,” Hayden said, looking at the tidbit in his palm, shaking him a little to show his forcefulness. “Looking for your friend?”

Damyn forced a nod. It was not a dream.

Hayden grinned broadly. His large gray eyes staring like laser beams on the naked shivering brown man, eating him already with his gaze.

“Good,” Hayden said. “I’ll take you to him.”

“Wh-where is he?” Damyn asked, wide eyed through quickened breaths.

Hayden became serious, his smile vanishing as if it’d never been there, diminishing into a scowl.

With his free hand, he pointed to his mouth.

Damyn let out a yell so loud it would have been heard for blocks had anyone been able to hear past Hayden’s spell.

The horrified man knew finally what had happened to his friend. He’d been eaten. Eaten. And now it was going to happen to him. He began punching and hitting at the fingers around him.

“You can squirm, little man. You can use those little impressive biceps to attempt to break free but you won’t. And you know it. That’s what makes you so damned frightened. You are about to experience what every living thing, vertebrate or invertebrate, sentient or non, experiences on the most primitive subconscious level: the primal fear of being eaten.”

“And a grown human twenty-first century male,” he continued, “would never even begin to imagine that such a thing could ever happen to him, that he’d end up as shit from another animal.”

Hayden loved it when strong men broke down and cried like little boys. All of them did when they knew what was going to happen next. Damyn was no exception. But he continued to fight hard even as he sobbed.

His biceps and triceps were quite impressive, probably around eighteen inches around. His nipples-one of them pierced-were nice and dark, and pointed like little buttes on his pronounced chest. His cock was cut and only slightly darker brown than the rest of his chocolate body, nestled in well trimmed pubic hairs. Impressive, it hung limply to the right on large round smooth ball sacs.

His toenails were nice and pale, not dark like a lot of black men’s, with high arches, good groomed succulent feet.

“I love eating metro sexuals,” Hayden laughed.

He noticed that Damyn on the man’s right lateral deltoid had a tattoo of a Ram, strongly resembling the one on those trucks, cars and SUVs.

Damyn strained hard against the large fingers. He pressed so hard his chest bulged and striated, but like steel the giant brown man’s hand was a bear trap, unyielding even a micron.

The horrified man continued to press and strain until he actually farted. Thoroughly embarrassed, he froze and stared blankly up at the looming lips.

Hayden laughed out loud. “Ah, how amusing! Your friend was a pisser, and you turn out to be a farter.” He brought Damyn closer to his nose and inhaled deeply. He frowned. “No scent,” he said. “Are you a vegetarian too, like your friend was?”

Damyn closed his eyes, refusing to accept his reality as Hayden taunted him.

“Yeah,” Hayden continued, “when I put your cute little vanilla friend into my mouth he wet himself. I could tell he was a vegetarian. One of the most succulent meals I’d ever eaten. I’m sure you will be just as good chocolate man.”

Damyn’s eyes sprang open in shock when he felt a large wet huge blanketing tongue slide up the front of his tensing body, up his stomach, and across his face, thoroughly covering in saliva his bald head.

He’d just been tasted.

“Oh no,” he whispered.

“Oh yes,” Hayden replied.

He grabbed Damyn’s legs with his other hand and turned the man totally around in the holding palm so that his impressively muscled back was facing him.

He placed his giant thumb right above the lower back right in the dip just above the gluteus, holding him Damyn firmly in place.

“Let’s see how that farting ass tastes.”

Damyn felt the giant sloshing tongue on his tensing ass. He clenched, straining the plump round brown cheeks together as tightly as he could to keep that probing tip out, but he caught a cramp and had to release it.

His back arched and his feet flexed as the tip pressed like an invading blob deep into his helpless ass hole.

He could feel it tasting barely a few centimeters from his sphincter, sampling him, invading him.

He screamed, vulnerable as the giant night mare played him like a salt lick.

He was beyond being terrified or mortified. He was going into shock.

Hayden licked his lips. “Sweet, sweet ass, bro,” he chuckled.

He turned a sobbing Damyn around in his hand again so that man could face him, see it coming.

“I’m trying to decide,” Hayden said, “Head first, or feet first. And I find myself on the horns of a dilemma. You see, you are so very handsome, with a nice face, and you’ve got some incredibly nice feet. I want to see them both as I swallow you.”

Damyn screamed. “No, No. No…”

Hayden laughed because the little man sounded like the famous South American soccer announcer as he yelled.

In shock, all Damyn could do was repeat “No,” several times as Hayden used his free hand to pin Damyn’s knees to the horrified man’s chest, forcing him into the Missionary position.

“So, I’m going to swallow you ass first.”

Damyn almost fainted, but unbeknownst to him Hayden had initiated a spell to prevent that. What good would it be to eat a man if he’s not awake to see it coming?

“This is it,” Hayden said. “You’re going to be with your buddy now.”

With his thick lips, he covered Damyn’s ass and limp cock up to the back of his knees.

Damyn’s curling soles and pointed toes were on each side of Hayden’s nose. His chest pressed against the upper lip.

With his arms he tried to push himself out of the mouth. His legs pinned so tight he could only move his ankles.

His head tensed suddenly backward when he felt the massive tongue playing with his spread asshole deep inside the great mouth.

“Oh, God, why me?” Damyn cried. “I’ve never done anything wrong.”

Hayden spoke with his mind since his mouth was full. “Why not? The universe must be fed with the guilty as well as the innocent to keep the balance.”

His tongue danced and played with Damyn’s cock, balls and asshole, covering them all in warm saliva, teasing and taunting, and tasting for what seemed like thirty minutes.

Damyn gave up fighting and hung limply, letting his cock and ass hairs serve as appetizers. He let his head hang back and his arms hang limply as Hayden played his sphincter like a harmonica.

Damyn’s dick began to move, causing Hayden to increase his actions with even greater zeal.

Hayden loved this boy’s ass. It was soft and hard simultaneously. Juicy, and tasted as clean as freshly prepared steak. Hayden was tempted to suck Damyn’s insides out through his ass, but decided to save that for a more diabolical victim.

Gently, he bit down just a bit to show the unmoving man that the giant had teeth and might begin chewing at any moment.

Damyn began to panic. Doing just what Hayden wanted, not being an easy prey, he swatted and smacked at Hayden’s nose.

Hayden sucked him in deeper until only Hayden’s feet, his head, and his arms up to his elbows were outside of the mouth. With his feet along side his ears, the poor man could barely wiggle his toes.

Damyn’s cock was way harder than it should have been. He had finally truly given up, the tongue was too much to resist anymore. And though his mind was terrified, his body was apparently stimulated.

He yelled as his feet tensed and his toes pointed past his ears.

Hayden felt the hot semen squirt against the roof of his mouth and the back of his teeth. It was delicious and sweet with a faint exquisite hint of bitterness.

Without further adieu, Hayden sucked the rest of the screaming man inside, still cumming as he began sliding down the throat unable to move with his knees pinned to his chest, and his arms trailing him downward.

He knew he was being swallowed.

He felt himself being forced downward. His back, the backs of his hands, and the soles of his feet brushed against moist muscles that massaged and rolled as they carried him along.

Then there was the free fall into blackness.

His ass hit the warm liquid first before he found himself completely submerged.

Gasping and choking because some had gone down his throat, Damyn struggled to his feet, slipping many times due to his legs having been stretched the way they had for such a long time.

He sloshed around in the darkness, sobbing like a teenager lost in the woods. It smelled like a damp cave. It was too dark he couldn’t see anything, not even his own body.

He leaned against one of the walls and covered his face with his hands, trying to think of some way to escape, when he began to feel a bubbling at his toes.

It was getting rapidly warmer. He began doing the hot beach dance people did when they went to a beach for the first time in a long time only to find their feet were too sensitive to the scorching sand.

He wished he was at the beach right then. What was happening was not good. His feet were starting to cook.

And the heat was rising up to his knees and thighs very quickly.

There was nothing he could hold on to, nothing he could climb out onto.

Soon the heat reached his groin, when he placed his hands on his private parts they too began to burn. His ass hole felt like alka-seltzer had been stuffed up in it.

He yelled and began running around in circles, sloshing about in the bile as the enzymatic liquid began bubbling all around him.

”A—A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A—A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-AA-A-A-A-AHHHHHHHH!”

He slipped and fell under. He turned and writhed beneath the surface. His entire body was beginning to feel like his tongue did when he drank a strong cola. It felt like a liquid sauna.

He knew he was being digested.

Hayden saw Damyn slip and fall under the boiling stomach acid, never coming up again.

“Not bad,” Hayden said.

“And I still have room for desert. Think I’ll eat Spanish tonight.”

The End