Tormond's Birthday Surprise
By: Hidden Dark

Tormond nearly slammed the door again in shock. It was his 19th birthday, and what a birthday it would turn out to be. Already, he'd gotten several gifts from his human friends. Now he'd gone back home and opened his front door to a burst of confetti, and a roaring welcome. He couldn't help but note that almost a fourth of the laguz were already half-drunk as it was.

Before the boy knew it, he was practically yanked off his feet and in the door. Laguz were always... emphatic party-throwers. Guys pressed drinks on him left and right, several bird-laguz were playing music, and food was everywhere. Tormond was congratulated, at least once, by each of the men,

all of which were his comrades and friends.

Tormond was given many gifts, many of which were handmade, at least two were necklaces made with at least one human bone, but he didn't mind. Tormond hardly considered himself a human anymore. He'd been through so much with his laguz companions, he had been counted as an honorary one himself.

Tormond's eyes suddenly caught sight of the person he'd been hoping to see the most. Across the room was a figure that took his breath away. Muarim was Tormond's adopted... not really father, more of a brother, and was his best friend. Muarim had given the boy "The talk" in the form of actually SHOWING him how it worked. It had been a MOST educational lesson. And there he was now, standing silently at the other end of the room, massive arms folded over his bulging pectorals which showed through his blue shirt. Tormond noted, and had to restrain a grin, that his pectorals weren't the only things bulging at the moment, as Muarim's tight green trousers strained. Tormond had no idea the surprise that Muarim had planned for him that night.

The rest of the party went wonderfully, the rest of the gifts were given, the cake was eaten, the musicians got too drunk to play anymore, and Tormond barely resisted the copious offers of drinks himself. Many games were played, some of which were most certainly beer-inspired. Finally, the last drunken laguz staggered out of the house, the door shutting gently behind him.

"Phew, and I though teenagers knew how to throw parties." Tormond sat back, exhausted.

"This is going to be a pain in the tail to clean up..." Muarim grimaced, looking around at the massive mess. He kicked a plate out of his way and walked over to the boy's chair, standing like a sentry behind it. "I sure hope you aren't too tired." he grinned.

Tormond was, utterly, exhausted but he still smiled up at Muarim. "You know I'd never be too tired for you." he laughed.

Muarim suddenly swept down, picking Tormond right up out of the chair and flopping the boy half over his shoulder, like a bag of flour. "Then, to bed we go." he grinned.

Tormond pouted, folding his arms as Muarim headed up the stairs towards where the two's bedroom was. "This is REALLY degrading, you DO know that don't you?" he bit the side of his cheek.

"Well, if you prefer some of the other ways that laguz determine the dominant male in our sort of relationship..." Muarim chuckled deeply.

Thinking about the usually violent, bloody things that went on between most in those cases Tormond shook his head. "Okay, I'd rather just be tossed over your shoulder."

Muarim laughed as he pushed the bedroom door open with his free hand. He laid the boy gently down on the bed and kissed him gently. "Happy birthday, pup." he smiled. "Pup" was Muarim's nickname for Tormond, since the boy wasn't a laguz, therefore unconfined to a certain breed, Muarim likened the boy to a wolf-pup, and so the nickname stuck. Though the first, and last, laguz other than Muarim who'd tried calling him that had soon found a very painful fire going in a very painful location.

Tormond chuckled. "You're eager tonight! Usually it's the other way around!" He gently reached up, unlacing Muarim's shirt. The big man got off of him long enough so they could both get their clothes off. Tormond looked on eagerly, as he undid his shirt, at Muarim as the big cat slowly pushed down those pants that Tormond had so frequently eyed throughout the night. Tormond wasn't let down, Muarim's cock was massive, a grand 10 inches, thick and hard, when excited. Tormond was also well endowed though small compared to his lover, about 8 inches, not nearly as thick. Tormond swiftly pulled his pants down as well.

Muarim set a large wrapped box on the dresser beside them and gently pushed the boy down on the bed again, their lips locking again. Muarim could easily cover Tormond's entire body with his massive size, and he was most definitely the dominant between them, even if his personality around others wouldn't show it.

Muarim finally just cuddled up with Tormond, and they stayed that way for quite some time, just holding eachother. Muarim could feel the boy's excitement though and finally grinned. "Do you want to see your surprise now?" he asked.

"You bet I do!" Tormond exclaimed, sitting up sharply.

"Then here you go." Muarim handed him the box.

Tormond usually just shredded wrapping paper, but since it was from Muarim, he opened it slowly. The paper finally fell to the floor and Tormond looked at the simple box. He felt excited now, more so than before, because he could just feel movement inside the box. What on earth could be in here!?

Tormond opened the book, noting Muarim's eager expression. What he saw took his breath away, and almost made him drop the box. Inside the box were two little men, naked and shrunken down to just a few inches tall. Both looked like rather scruffy men, at full size they were massive men, heavily muscled. Now they were tied up to eachother with a large red bow.

"Wh-what is... h-how!?" Tormond looked at Muarim in shock.

"That powder you made? I tested it out on a thief, and it worked! I've been using it sparingly since. They let me take these guys at the jail. The warden doesn't know, or care what happens to them, after the war it's so crowded in there, he doesn't care if one or two go missing after I'm in there. As long as they haven't odviously ESCAPED he won't have anything to worry about." Muarim explained, putting an arm around the boy's shoulders.

"S-so what happened to the other ones?" Tormond asked. He had a sneaking suspicion that he knew exactly what happened.

Muarim shrugged. "I eat most of them. I usually play with them a bit first, and not all of them live through the initial playing." he said as if it were just a simple matter. "I'm a cat, it's what I do." he said at Tormond's shocked look.

Tormond had a mix of emotions going through his head, pity, confusion, a bit of triumph that his powder worked, and fear that Muarim might test it out on him. But he was quickly consoled by a gentle kiss from Muarim.

"Don't worry, while you are just good enough to eat, I'd never do that to you." he said softly.

Tormond smiled at him. "So what do you want me to do with these two, keep them as pets?" he asked, looking down at the two struggling men, who had momentarily been silent from the shock of it.

Muarim chuckled. "I was thinking more along the lines of one for you, and one for me." he winked.

Tormond paled slightly. "Y-you want me t-to EAT one of them!?" he exclaimed, almost sending the two men flying.

"Of course, you'll see Tormond, it's one of the most incredible things you've ever done in your life! I suggest you don't chew on your first one, not until you're more used to the taste." Muarim told him eagerly.

Tormond gulped nervously. He could understand how Muarim, part tiger, could eat someone alive and kicking, he could even understand Muarim playing around with his food first. But he couldn't understand how Muarim could expect him, another human, to do such a thing.

Muarim could see all this from the boy's expression. For Tormond's first time, Muarim had taken into account his reluctance, so he played his trump card. "It probably would be better, than just letting two laguz slavers go free."

Tormond stiffened. "They're... slavers!? They trade in laguz!?" when Muarim nodded Tormond instantly glared down at the pair in the box. Both of them started to struggle and protest, but Tormond could see it in their faces they were lying from fear.

"It's okay Tormond, enjoy yourself remember, this is to punish them for their crimes, that's why I only take criminals." Muarim said gently, seductively.

Tormond nodded and untied the pair, taking one out of the box, while Muarim took out the other. He held the small man a little nervously, not wanting to smash the man, which he knew would annoy Muarim, but wanting to make him regret the things he'd done.

Muarim smiled. "Here, I'll go first. Then we can have a little fun with the second one before you eat him." he said, his voice almost gentle. He lifted the little man, named Darrik, over his head, opening his mouth wide.

"Let me go! Let me go!" the man shouted, struggling. Then he looked down at the gaping hole below him. "D-don't let go!" he exclaimed.

"Down it is." Muarim chuckled and did let go. The man fell with a scream into his mouth.

Tormond watched in awed silence as Muarim rolled the man around on his tongue, tasting all over his little body. Muarim grinned at the boy, so he could see the man's arm sticking out between Muarim's large white teeth. Then Muarim started to bite down slowly and the screams intensified. Tormond winced as he heard the bones in the arm crunch. Muarim had had enough for the moment and slowly put his head back, and started gulping down. Tormond's wide eyes watched the large bulge travel down the throat before finally vanishing. Muarim chuckled and stood close so Tormond could listen. Tormond could HEAR the man through Muarim's stomach! Muarim took his hand and placed it on the rippling muscles and pushed. Tormond could just barely feel the tiny struggles within the massive body. Muarim grinned as he saw the boy's cock starting to harden.

"That's more like it, now then, how about we have some fun with the second one, hmmm?" he grinned and looked down at the remaining little man, who had been reduced to tears and begging.

Tormond nodded wordlessly and lifted the little man to face level. "Did you see that?" he asked him slowly.

The man nodded frantically. "P-please, I-I'll never hurt a sub-human again, just make me back to normal!" he pleaded.

Tormond snarled. "THEY'RE LAGUZ! NOT SUB-HUMANS!" he shook the man.

Muarim chuckled. "I just got an idea." he took the man from Tormond.

Muarim fished around in a drawer for a moment and pulled out a jar of the special liquid Tormond had created, it was quite basically lube. He got a glob on his fingers and started rubbing all over the little man, chuckling as he did so. The man struggled, not knowing what was being put on him, which excited Muarim all the more.

Finally, he decided the man would suffice and tied a string around the man, under his arms. "You'd better hope that string holds up." he told the man darkly.

Muarim got onto the bed, his hard cock sticking up between his wide-spread legs. "Wanna give 't a lick?" he winked at Tormond.

Tormond eagerly climbed up next to him and, still wondering what he planed to do with the terrified man, leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock.

Muarim pounced forward suddenly, climbing up on top of the boy, who instantly put on his pouting expression. Muarim chuckled and turned around, so his cock was in perfect position for the boy to just lean up and suck. Tormond opened his mouth as Muarim lowered it a bit into it. While Tormond started slowly licking along the massive member, Muarim reached down and pulled the boy's legs up, to make his hole more accessible. Muarim took the little man and glared.

"You have two choices, go stiff so I can shove you in there nicely, or I'll just smash those little bones of your's. PICK." Muarim growled at him.

The man instantly went stiff, though whether it was his answer or whether it was terror would never be known. The man just continued to plead desperately. Muarim ignored his words and reached down, parting Tormond's cheeks slowly and positioning the man's feet with the hole. He then slowly began to push the man in. Tormond gave a slight yelp of shock, but it was quickly covered by a moan as the man regained his senses and started struggling, though his legs were almost entirely inside the hole. Muarim grinned and held the man's arms to his sides as he pushed the man in to his chest. All the while, he rubbed Tormond's cock with his other hand. It was a little difficult to go slowly, especially with Tormond sucking on him. Finally the little man was in to his head. Muarim gave him a little wave, and then ignoreing the screaming and struggling, which was clearly turning Tormond on massively, pushed the little man's head in, holding the string carelessly. The man was pulled into Tormond's insides, kicking and screaming.

Tormond moaned and arched his back, thrusting into Muarim's hand and sucked all the harder. His hands reached up and clasped over Muarim's tight butt as he gave one of the most passionate blowjobs of his life. Muarim in the meantime bent down, and with some flexibility got the boy's cock in his mouth, sucking furiously. He gave the string a tug and pulled the man's head out so he could get a breath, before pushing him back in, barely even acknowledging him.

Tormond cried out sharply as the sensations finally overwhelmed him, and he came into Muarim's mouth. The big cat had a bit more endurance then him, so it was a few moments after the last drop of Tormond's cum was swallowed (much to the shock and horror of the man still inside of Muarim), that Muarim finally released too. Tormond had to simply let a lot of it go all over his face, since it was that or drown.

Muarim panted and rolled off of the boy, pulling the man out by the string. The man was almost unconscious from lack of air, and flopped weakly on the bed. Muarim and Tormond just lay there, cum dripping off of them, panting.

"That was.... one of the... best ever..." Tormond gasped.

Muarim simply nodded, it had been incredible. Now, he thought, it was going to get interesting. "Now would be a good time." Muarim told him, smirking down at the little man.

Tormond nodded and picked the little man up, then cleaned him off with the sheets. He held the man in front of his face. "Tell me your name." he ordered.

"S-Samson. J-just Sam to most people." the man said, recoiling in fear from Tormond's fierce gaze.

"Okay then, Sam. Do you know what's about to happen to you?" Tormond asked. His face was dark and foreboding.

"N-no, oh god please don't!" the man sobbed, dropping to his knees.

Tormond grinned. "That's more like it, cuz' that's what Muarim and I are compared to you. Right?" he looked at Muarim.

"That's exactly right, and you'd better get used to it bug." Muarim told the man, grinning sadisticly.

"P-please, I'll do whatever you want!" Sam begged Tormond, since he knew pleading with Muarim was pointless.

"Anything?" Tormond asked slyly.

"ANYTHING! Please!" he exclaimed.

"Well, then this is what I want." Tormond picked the man up. The man looked on eagerly, desperately, thrilled that this might spare his life. "I want to swallow you." Tormond laughed.

The man barely had time to cry out before Tormond shoved Sam's head into his mouth. He took Sam in until only his legs kicked outside of his mouth. He tasted all over the little man, sucking him in like pasta. He rubbed his tongue all over Sam's chest, then licked everywhere on his body. It was instinct to chew, but he didn't. Sam screamed and kicked, but that only served to excite Tormond further. He could resist it no longer, Tormond positioned Sam so he would go down face first, and pushed him back with his tongue. Muarim almost drooled as he watched the bulge start to form in the boy's throat.

For Sam it was horrifying. A dark hole into nothingness. Though he knew what awaited for him at the bottom. He struggled all the more, but it was useless. The throat constricted him tightly, squeezing the air out of his lungs as he was slowly forced downwards. Finally, after a couple gulps, he felt his head clear the constriction, and he slid slowly into Tormond's stomach. He splashed down into the liquid, a mix of cake, punch, and now cum, as well as stomach acid.

It was a tight, uncomfortable place, and it reeked. Sam managed to stand somewhat and leaned against the wall, hammering as hard as he could. "LET ME OUT! PLEASE! LET ME OUT!!!"

Tormond rubbed his stomach, which had a slight six-pack. "Oh don't worry, you'll come out... just not out the same end." he told the little man.

"NO!!!!! PLEASE!!!" Sam shouted, struggling, feeling the stomach walls starting to drip more of the deadly acid.

Tormond leaned back next to Muarim on the bed and the big man put his arms around him. Tormond leaned his head on Muarim's extremely muscular stomach, gulping in a little more air for his squirming prisoner. He couldn't hear shouting from there anymore. "Thanks, for the wonderful birthday." he said with a smile.

"No problem pup. I'm glad you enjoyed it." he chuckled, rubbing Tormond's chest gently.

Inside Tormond it was burning hot, and Sam was breathing the practically-toxic air with more difficulty. He could feel his skin starting to burn, and his struggles were beginning to fade. Tormond always had had a great metabolism.

Muarim pulled the blankets up over them, and Tormond fell asleep to the gentle struggles from within. It had been, the best birthday of his life.

The End