The Fighting Bulls
By: MukCub

Dear Fighting Bull Alumnus,

As a former member of the Fighting Bull football team, we are writing to inform you of situations with the team. The Fighting Bulls are fighting for existence it would seem and at this point we don’t know what to do. We are writing you for you are one of the greatest members of the team whose jersey and number were retired when you graduated. We are hoping to call upon your leadership to help us through this. I apologize for how this letter is written for it is hard to know what to do in this situation. Our coaches are gone including head coach Trounsor. I hope you are able to come visit campus soon and help us to find a solution. If not, then I fear the Fighting Bulls football team will be no more.

Sincerely

Darin Hapsten

Interim Captain of the Fighting Bulls

Thad put the letter down on the table as he cracked open another beer and down it. The day had been long and getting bad news from his alma mater was not what he was looking forward to. Thad looked around at his house filled with many gadgets and technology that only rich men afforded. He smiled. He did owe a lot to the Fighting Bulls and to coach Trounsor. With the lessons he learned in college, he was able to work his way up to partner then owner of one of the largest construction firms in the state. He patted his hairy abs. Course his competitors and competition along the way probably didn’t appreciate those lessons as much, but they were shit and in his way. Thad went upstairs and pulling out his duffle bag, started throwing in some clothes, looks like he had a drive ahead of him in the morning. Picking up the phone he called his pal and trusted vp and explained that an emergency had come up and he was going to be gone for the next few days. With that taken care of, Thad relaxed the rest of the evening, tomorrow was going to be a long day.

The six hour drive seemed to take forever, but thankfully that hitchhiker managed to save Thad from having to stop somewhere to eat. As he neared the campus, he smiled. The campus hadn’t changed much since he left five years ago. He drove to the far side of campus and pulled up next to his destination, The Bull Pen, where all the football players that were of any merit lived. Thad was kind of surprised to see the yard somewhat clean and that there wasn’t much going on. Shrugging his shoulders, Thad reached behind the seat of his truck, grabbed his duffle bag and headed up toward the house. Thad slammed the door hard with his meaty fist then grabbing the doorknob, opened it up and walked in. Well, at least the inside was as he remembered. The ripe stink of a locker room, beer cans, food bags and boxes, clothes, the usual college man’s mess. Thad smiled to himself, not much as changed he thought to himself and of his own place. A handsome guy came down the stairs to greet Thad. He figured about 6’, maybe 215lbs, nothing compared to Thad who was 6’5” and 300lbs of hairy muscle.

“Hello, are you Mr. Thad Davison?” the guy asked.

Thad smiled, “That would be me boy. I got your letter and figured I come up and find out what the hell was going on.”

The guy looked relieved, “We greatly appreciate you coming Sir. My name is Darin and I am the one who wrote you. Come in and I will explain what is happening and why I wrote.”

Thad went over to the couch and pushing the junk onto the floor, cleared a spot for him while Darin sat down in an easy chair. “As I mentioned in the letter, we are fighting for existence here. I would say it all started last year. People going missing here and there, though mostly blue collar guys from the factory, it really didn’t concern us or worry us. We should have been paying closer attention since none of us were the causes of the disappearances. It was just a matter of time that this new predator realized he had competition and started to stalk us. I don’t know how we could have been so blind. It started of with some of our weaker members disappearing and you know how that is. No one admits to weeding out to competition but we all know it happens. When one of our up and coming freshman disappeared though, we started to get concerned and the coaches started to look into what was going on. Sadly, they didn’t discover much and they too disappeared. Coach Trounsor ordered that we all were to travel with someone when we were away from campus. This didn’t seem to deter much though, instead pairs and small groups disappeared. We finally thought we got a break a couple weeks ago. One of the guys managed to see the predator and was able to follow him. He came back and told coach and coach lined up a group to go with him to take care of the issue. He took the former captain of the team Joe, center, Rick, and linemen, Brad and John. It was the best of the best going with coach and well, you know their appetites matched. John was the only one to come back. He was pale as a ghost and has been muttering incoherently ever since. Mr. Davison, I don’t know what to do. We don’t have any coaches to lead us. The team is down to 23 members. We are being hunted to extinction.”

Thad listened quietly to this. His mind was racing, trying to imagine a guy who could take coach Trounsor, not to mention three other men. After some silence, Thad smiled. “Any responses from the other letters you sent out?” Thad inquired.

Darin shook his head, “no Sir. As we researched those of you who were honored with your jersey being retired we discovered some had disappeared, another was in prison, a couple who had enlisted. There were maybe three letters that we pinned any hope on, Derrick Borden, Garen Smith and you.”

Thad grinned at the sound of the names, “well, you got me here. Derrick is here in a sense also,” as Thad patted his abs, “as for Garen, I doubt we will see him either, he lives on the coast and last I heard was boozen it up pretty hard. Now, you mentioned someone had escaped. Where is he? I need to talk with him.”

Darin lead Thad down to the basement. As they walked down the hall, Thad could hear mumbling. Darin opened the door and there rocking back and forth on the bed was John, a big guy who hadn’t seemed to have done much of anything other than mumble and occasionally eat what food was brought to him. That was shocked to see a guy in this state. Walking over to John, he placed a hand on his shoulder. John recoiled to the touch but continued to state blankly and mumble.

“John? John, I am hear to help.” Thad started as he talked to the broken man, “John, I have to know what you saw, what happened.”

John continued to mutter, “surprised, gone, how?, NO!, run, to late, trap”

Thad stroked the stubble beard and tried again, “John, what happened to you, to the others?”

John mumbled on “fight, flee, help, how? Surprised, trap, no handle, locked, trapped. HUGE! How?”

Thad was growing irritated. Darin stood in the doorway, “you won’t get much out of him. We have been trying to get him to come back since this happened. His mind seems to be shattered, paralyzed by fear.”

Thad moved and pulled John up with him, standing him up. John tried to break free of Thad’s hold. With a quick move, John’s head was in Thad’s mouth. The broken man started to struggle and panic. Thad lifted him under his arms and stretched his mouth around the wide shoulders. Darin was shocked and stood as he watched Thad eat his teammate. Shaking it off, Darin ran into the room to Thad, “What are you doing?!”

Thad didn’t listen as he continued to stuff John into his mouth. John struggled weakly as his chest and abs slide into Thad’s mouth, which now looked like a furry belt around John’s waist. Thad grabbed John’s legs, holding them as he sucked on the lineman’s body. With a few more loud slurps, and one final gulp, Thad smiled and rubbed his extended belly. Darin was totally appalled and dumbfounded. Thad turned to Darin and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Sorry boy, he was gone and useless. At least this way he is contributing to the team.”

With that Thad let out a huge belched that reeked of John. Darin reluctantly nodded and the two of them went back up to the living room. “I don’t suppose coach said where they were going?” Thad asked.

Darin looked down and answered “5804 Silverbay Road.”

Thad put a hand on Darin’s shoulder again, “Get the rest of the team, we are going to 5804 Silverbay Road and put an end to this predator of yours.”

Darin smiled weakly.

It was about 1AM when all the team finally showed up at the Bull Pen. They muttered amongst themselves as they waited to see what was going on. Meanwhile, upstairs, Darin had taken Thad to the trophy room. Thad grabbed the key and opened up the case. The smell filled his nose. Hadn’t been washed he thought to himself as he pulled out his old, filthy jersey and put it over his hairy chest. The two went down to address the rest of the team. “Boys, coach had you playing defensive and had hoped a special play would be all he needed. I know better than that. The only way we are going to win is if he take it to him. We have to attack and push forward.”

Thad continued on, whipping the team into a hellish frenzy. Satisfied that they were ready, he ordered them to move. The team rushed to their trucks and cars and were headed on their way to 5804 Silverbay Road.

Thad’s truck was in the lead and as he pulled up to the house he couldn’t help but grin in anticipation. The house was out on the edge of town and was the only house on the small dirt road. The house was a good size, two story place. Getting out of the truck and gathering the team into a huddle he gave them one last pep talk and with that ordered the charge. Crashing through the door they quickly filled the room and started to fan out. As Thad entered along with the last members of the team the door slammed shut behind them. The loud thud sent chills through all the men as they turned to see that the door was steel and didn’t have and handles. The guys started to panic as Thad yelled out to them, trying to refocus them. His mind raced as he looked around. The guys were all back in the living room, their voices echoing in Thad’s head.

“There are no exits.”

“All the doors are steel”

“We are trapped in here”

Thad refused to accept this. The panic was growing and his control was almost gone as the team scrambled, desperately searching for escape as if the room itself were filling with water. Then they heard a loud sound, rumbling through them. The sound resounded again, as the room started to fill with putrid stink. Thad looked around as he air became thick with the rancid odor. He watched as those with him started to pass out from the intense stench. His eyes burned as he looked. His mind clicked as he moved through the room, unconscious men littering the floor. He saw what he was looking for in the kitchen and hurried. Hurling his body with all his force, he managed to knock open the door to the basement tumbling down the stairs until he crashed on the floor. Thad fought to open his eyes, to remain conscious. As his eyes started to focus his mouth dropped. What was coming towards him was not possible. He struggled to get to his feet, to ready himself. His mind tried to grasp what his senses where telling him. The sound of thuds that the feet were making as he came towards Thad; the smell of the rank odor, worse than any locker room or truck stop; the sight of the 9 foot man, built of muscle and fat, covered in hair what seems to never known razor or scissor. The guy was naked, his body both a wonder and horror to behold to Thad. His pants tented though he wished his mind would stay with him.

“Look what we have here,” the deep voice boomed, “are you the one who so thoughtfully brought me the rest of my prey. I truly appreciate it. Hate competition, though it usually does taste good.”

The behemoth of a man laughed as Thad’s mind fully wrapped around the danger he was in. The giant grabbed Thad and before he could mount much effort to escape, drug him into the next room as a familiar thud filled his ears. Thad pushed and slipped out of the slimy grip and realized he was in another room in the basement. Another steel door trapped him inside with this monster. He turned to his opponent, Thad’s bearded lips parted in a smile.

The two locked as the battle began. Sweat dripped off of them as they clutched, grabbed, punched and fought, neither willing to give up. As one would gain an advantage, the other would quickly maneuver to block. Their experience was apparent to both of them and in both minds they knew this was going to be a glorious battle and even better meal. Both also quickly noticed their apparent attraction to the other, at times using that to their advantage to distract the other. Sweat was rolling off their bodies now, both men had a sheen and slipperiness. Neither realized how long this went on, the fight raged on a mistake had to be made. Finally one did. Jumping on the mistake, the predator had the victim much like a snake or a frog. As the head slid into the mouth, the wet hair tantalized the tongue, the salty sweet taste of mansweat. The victim struggled and cried out, not willing to give up yet. The predator’s tongue washed over the man’s face, tasting and savoring. The body instinctively swallowed and the prey shivered as his head slide to the back of the mouth and down into the throat. The throat muscles gripped the head and massaged and pulled, trying to work the meal down into the awaiting belly. Holding the arms tight, the predator swallowed again, as his mouth stretched to take in the shoulders. Both predator and prey knew that if this happened it was going to be over. The prey tried to thrash and fight but the predator’s mouth moved over the shoulders and with a gulp, the chest was sliding into the victor’s mouth. The sweaty flavor caused the predator’s mouth to waters, helping to make the prey’s descent all the faster. As the throat stretched and pulled the shoulders in, the prey soon found his upper body cocooned by the other. He wiggled and struggled but little could be done. His legs flailed, trying desperately to kick but knowing full well, even he had never lost a battle once in this the opponent was in this position. Another gulp as the chest was pulled into the throat and the abs and crotch entered the mouth. The predator so wanted to tease his prey. He knew how much he was attracted and with a brief passing thought felt sad for what couldn’t be. It was just a matter of time now. His throat was pulling the prey in, as the prey struggled. Saliva drenching him, soaking him, causing him to slide easily down the throat to the awaiting belly. As the head entered the caustic chamber, the heat and smell was horrible. He now knew what all the men he had eaten before experienced and his fighting and struggle intensified again. The predator smiled knowing the battle has long been over and the struggles now are his enjoyment. With a couple gulps, soon only the feet were outside his mouth. The prey entering his belly and pushing it out. The victor opened his mouth and with his tongue, pulled the rest of the loser into his mouth. His mouth watered as he sucked on the feet, getting the full experience and flavor from his food. The predator smile and with one last gulp swallowed. The prey fought and struggled but as his body was forced completely into the belly, he knew he had lost.

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