Brett Joins the Team
By: Pi-Zero

It was two weeks into the freshman year and Brett was sitting pretty. It had only taken him the first week to scope out campus and bully two freshman into doing all his English and math homework for him. That busywork out of the way he set about getting ready for what mattered, wrestling.

He wasn’t going to settle for no fucking freshman team, or even JV. No it was varsity or nothing baby for the future Big Man On Campus. But to make it on the varsity team he needed even more muscle than his six-foot-eight… ok six-foot-six fram already sported. But that wasn’t going to be a problem either.

He had already packed on just shy of another ten pounds of pure muscle by eating three guys in two weeks. The first two had been freshman nerds, too new and small to be noticed. But they didn’t give him much muscle, even if they were a blast to eat. So the next guy he’d eaten was a junior (he thought) in the locker rooms by the fitness center. This guy wasn’t muscular by any extent, but he had clearly kept himself in shape with running or something. He had fought better too, which made Brett enjoy his meal even more.

He wished he could have had another good meal before now, but tryouts were starting. Brett of course spent the time sizing up his competition, in more ways than one. None of the smaller guys would give him any competition, and he might find a few good muscle building supplements there. Among the heavier, larger guys, however there were some guys who would give him a run for his money, “At least given a fair fight.” He mused. It was obvious he had to increase his “supplements” if he was going to trounce these guys… or better yet use them to get even bigger and better.

He wished that the tryouts got to practice with the real teams so he could size up his competition (and meal prospects) there too. But until the last week of tryouts, the JV and Varisty teams practiced on their own schedules. Brett didn’t worry to much, if he could take down (literally) the bigger frosh trying out, he should be set to rule the team.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t get any of them, even the smaller ones, alone that first day. Or the second, or third. He was working his ass off in the gym, but without the raw muscle to burn it just wasn’t the same. It looked like he would have to find his supplements somewhere else.

The answer was obvious on the next day. As the wrestlers were clearing out of the locker room, another kid came into the shower. He must have been a swimmer or diver judging by the tight blue speedo that showed off his muscular butt. The guy was short, no more than five-six tops, but decently well built with broad shoulders. Brett realized his mouth was watering.

Brett stepped into the showers on the other side and started washing up. Every few seconds he looked over at his next meal and rubbed his tight abs. The guy was naturally pretty smooth, with blond hair buzzed close to his head. He took off the speedo revealing what little of his delicious looking ass had been hidden.

Brett’s stomach growled. He had really hit the jackpot here. The guy was alone and not even looking in Brett’s direction. He felt his jaw unhinge as he padded across the shower toward his future chest muscle.

He reached for the guy’s arms to pin them to his sides and suddenly there was a blur of movement, a flash of ice blue eyes, and something connected hard with his chin and threw him straight off his feet. He saw stars and the world went black.

He woke groggily to warmth on his feet and a strange sound that was familiar but off somehow. It was a wet squelching sound. He shook his head to clear it and moved to stand up. But his legs wouldn’t move, and they felt… odd.

He shook his head again and looked down. Ice blue eyes looked up at him over his big muscular thighs. And below those eyes, a distended mouth stretched around those same thighs. ::gulp:: The eyes moved another inch closer.

Brett shook his head one more time. He had to be imagining this, “What the fuck are you doing? You can’t eat me, I’m like a foot taller than you!” The blue eyes blinked, ::gulp:: and Brett felt hot breath blasting out of the guy’s nose on his balls.

He flexed his legs, thinking he could force the kid’s mouth open and slide out. He was bigger and stronger, right? His legs slid along eachother but he only succeeded in knicking his thigh on a canine as his balls disappeared.

He growled, “Great job kid, now quit fucking around. If you let me out now maybe I won’t beat the shit out of you before I eat you. We both know you can’t…” He felt his ankles pinched together as they slide through into the hot space of a stomach, “We both know you can’t get me in there. And quit getting frisky with that tongue, I ain’t gay!”

He jumped, “What the fuck, get your tongue out of my ass, dude, what the fuck is this?” But those blue eyes just blinked at him and the tongue continued to lick wherever it felt like. Brett was getting ticked off, “Look you fucker I said get your tongue off my ass!” He grabbed at the lips working their way around his butt and pushed as if the man eating him were a pair of pants.

Unfortunately for Brett, pants don’t drool or have tongues. Brett realized his mistake too late as he felt a ripple under his hands and heard a distinct ::gulpslurp:: The lips flexed under his hands and he lost his grip. His hands slid in along his hips as he felt his ass slip totally into the disgusting warm wetness of a mouth.

This was not an eventuality Brett had prepared for. He was top dog on the food chain and he still wasn’t really processing that someone was trying to usurp his spot. He squirmed angrily but didn’t make any more progress than *his* previous meals had.

He heard the slap of footsteps in the locker room and looked up to see a huge guy, well over six feet tall, broad shouldered, packed full of muscle, with a big white toothed smile. Brett breathed a sigh of relief, it was Brad, captain of the varsity wrestling team, “Dude, you gotta help me, I don’t know what the fuck drugs this kid’s on but he’s obviously fucked up.”

Brad walked up by Brett’s head, “Damn, D, you don’t waste any time do ya? Fuck man.” Brett stared, this was not the reaction he expected. He felt another swallow ripple up his legs. Brad shook his head, “Fuck man, shoulda known you’d get this one. Damn, I was gonna stuff him up my ass to give him a taste of his future. You know how horny I get when Scott’s out of town.”

Brett shook his head, what the fuck? Not only was Brad talking to the meal that mistook it’s place on the foodchain as if they were friends… it sounded like he’d wanted to use Brett like some sort of human dildo?! What the fuck was going on? The captain of the varsity team was a fag?

He squirmed more as he felt the abs he worked so hard at start slide into the hot embrace of the guy’s throat, “Look, Brad, I don’t know what you’re thinking but I ain’t gay and I ain’t a fucking dildo and I ain’t fucking food. I eat shits like this all the time.”

Brad laughed, “Funny, that’s not what I hear. What I hear is you eat kids who can’t fight back so you can feel better about your pathetic self. As soon as you ran into someone who could, this ‘shit’ beat the crap out of you and looks to be swallowing you down for a nice meal. “ Brett frowned, what the fuck? Brad talked like he knew what Brett had been doing, but how could he?

Brad laughed, “You actually thought you were the only one here who knew about this stuff?” He sneered, “Not by a long shot, buddy. During training I down two dudes like you a week. And unlike YOUR meals, mine can fight back. You really should have been more careful, you know. That junior? One of my boyfriend’s best friends. And one of those frosh you had? He got you, what, a pound or two of muscle? Well Dan here was hoping to get him to help out with some tutoring for the swimmers, and a couple of guys in theater already were trying to recruit him. Yeah, that’s right, some of us actually WORK our way through State, and not everyone you think is a nobody actually is.”

He looked back at the guy eating Brett, Dan, and laughed, “Hey D, you mind if I have some fun while you’re eating? It’s been a while and this loser deserves it.” Dan just grinned as he took in the last of Brett’s rippled abs. Brett started cursing, “What the fuck, fun? Get the fuck away from me you fags! God damn it, I’m not fucking food!”

Brad just smirked, “Sure look like food to me. Luckily D doesn’t mind if I play with his food. Think I’ll read your fortune, buddy, guaranteed 100% accurate.” Brett started cursing again, but was instantly muffled as Brad lowered his massive muscular ass over Brett’s face.

Brett shook his head and cursed and swore and threatened revenge. This was *not* how it was supposed to work, this was not supposed to happen. He tried to believe it was a dream, but he felt the last bump of his abs slide into hot slime. And there was no way to ignore the enormous steel glutes gripping the sides of his head and the sweatslicked asshole *grinding* itself across his face. Or the mocking groans of pleasure from above that awful ass every time he screamed and vibrated the winking thing that kept brushing his lips and nose.

Brad was rocking back and forth, jacking his cock as he watched Dan slowly suck down the waste of space with delusions of grandeur. He sat back on Brett’s face and grinned, “Oh he’s gonna love this…” He reached back and pried his glutes further apart, forching his hole up against Brett’s nose.

Brett groaned, like it wasn’t bad enough before, now his nose was practically fucking that slimy hole and there was no way to avoid the smell. It couldn’t get much worse. But then… it did. Bret felt that winking hole expand and a blast of hot, reeking air washed over his face and forced its way up his nose. Brad had *farted* on him, *him!* And the gas wasn’t dissipating, held there by Brad’s ass.

Brad laughed as he watched Dan take Brett’s nipples, “Oh yeah, the fortune” He ground his ass back onto Brett’s face brutally, “I predict, that tomorrow you will fail to show up at wrestling practice.” Brett cursed. “I predict that this will be because you will feel like shit.” He laughed, “I predict that you will feel like shit because… in fact… you will be shit. A big pile of it, clogging whatever bathroom D uses in the morning.”

He stroked his cock faster and ground his ass back harder, “I’m so sure of this prediction that I’ll give you a little preview.” Dan smirked around Brett’s broad chest as he felt and heard Brett’s muffled scream. He watched Brad’s ass sink further until it touched the floor.

Brett was in hell. Two thirds eaten by someone who should have been food and now his head was shoved up the ass of the varsity wrestling captain, who turned out to be a fag. Fucking fuck. He screamed and fought, desperate to escape the deadly air and reeking slime, and even more desperate to prove his proper position at the top of the food chain. But he couldn’t escape, all he could do was rub on Brad’s prostate, which wasn’t getting him anywhere at all.

The End