Territory II
By: Pi-Zero

I went back the next day, wanting to see what Tim would do. He was there, sure enough, staying for late practice. But there was. nothing. in. his. stomach. Holy SHIT, and I thought *I* had a fast metabolism! Though I certainly got off on watching Tim, he didn’t eat anyone that night, so when I went home I jacked off to memories of Grant’s last hurrah.

The next night, I wasn’t expecting much either, I mean however fast Tim’s metabolism, he’s had 230 pounds of muscle, how could he possibly eat more so soon after? I thought about the comparably small weights I’d ever eaten, this guy was in a class of his own. But I was in for a surprise.

Late practice ended, and Tim stormed into the locker room. Now, I’m sure you get a particular image in your head when you hear that phrase. But when I say “stormed” I mean he practically physically carried a visible force with him. A minute later a junior, Shaun came in, and Tim whirled to glare at him. I half expected Shaun to be knowcked from his feet and across the locker room.

“What. The. FUCK?!? What the hell was that line-up coach read tonight for the game tomorrow?” He ranted, spit flying from his mouth… the mouth that had so easily consumed Grant.

Shaun, completely unaware of Grant’s fate, and used to dealing with angry freshman barely looked up, “Seniority, dude. No freshman is ever in the front line until half season. It’s the way Coach runs things.”

Tim’s face reddened, “What the FUCK? Does he want to LOSE? I’ve fucking FLATTENED you guys every night this week!”

Shaun grimaced, “Yeah, I know, dude, breathe. And I’m fucking sore as hell from it too. Be careful, man, there’s no one else to play my position in the starting line right now with Smith out.” He turned back to his bag, missing the grin that crossed Tim’s face.

Tim’s voice came out calm and cool, too calm, almost cold, “So if you weren’t here, who’d Coach put in?” he asked innocently.

Shaun shrugged, still not looking up, pulling off his pads and shirt to reveal 240 pounds of well developed muscle, “Dunno, probably you since you’re the most promising newbie.” He leaned down and pulled off his pants and shoes.

Tim’s smile chilled me from where I sat, Shaun missed it, “That’s… what I thought. He stepped up to Shaun, who was still bent over, now down to his jock, “Sorry Shaun, you weren’t on the list until maybe much later. But now…”

Shaun started and stood up, realizing he was a few inches from Tim, and looking directly at the most disturbing grin he’d seen in a long time, “What the fuck’re you talking about, list? What list?” Tim smiled, “My dinner invitation list, Shaun. It’s a very select group of men I invite.” He stepped closer, bringing their bare chests into contact.

Shaun stepped back, into the locker – banging his head, “Ow, shit! What do you mean dinner invitation? Are you asking me out? Dude, just ‘cause I don’t’ date…”

I sniggered to myself, why did they all seem to think Tim was coming on to them? They certainly thought highly of themselves!

Tim smiled wider, oh I knew what was coming, but Shaun remained confused, “No Shaun, my dinner invitation, my dinner. I like you enough, but now you’re in my way.” Shaun frowned, “Look man I don’t know what your deal is, but take it up with Coach.” He ducked and tried to step sideways away from Tim.

But Tim wasn’t so easily balked. He stuck out a foot and Shaun crashed to the floor, stunned for a second. Tim grabbed his feet, dragged him backwards a few feet with seemingly zero effort and sat on the bench, before yawning easily to stuff his teammate’s feet into his mouth.

Quickly, before Shaun had a chance to shake off the effects of the fall, Tim grabbed his knees and lifted, pulling Shaun upwards so he was balancing on his shoulders. Then he pulled Shaun’s knees toward him, his lips flowing up Shaun’s burly calves as easily as if Tim were swallowing spaghetti.

It’s at this point that Shaun finally manages to shake off his daze. Though he probably thought he was hallucinating when he first came to. The first thing he realized was that he was balanced on his shoulders. The second thing he realized was that Tim was holding him like that, “Tim, what the fuck are you playi…” That’s when he realized Tim’s lips were wrapped around his knees, “Wha… th… fu???”

Then his head bumped across the floor as Tim’s throat rippled with a gulp, squeezing Shaun’s calves further into his throat and pulling Shaun’s huge thighs half into Tim’s incredible mouth.

Tim was now having to bend over a little, since he had just forced Shaun’s legs straight by stuffing in his knees. This obviously did not suit Tim’s disposition, he bowed for no man, not even to devour him. He grabbed Shaun’s ass, a cheek in each hand - very hard apparently, given Shaun’s grimace and grunt – and lifted. As if deadlifting Grant over his head hadn’t been impressive, he was now holding almost the entire 240 lbs. of Shaun out in front of himself.

Well this shook off whatever was left of Shaun’s daze, “What the FUCK are you doing! GET OFF ME! LEMME GO!” He tried to reach back to hit Tim, but he couldn’t get a good enough angle. So he grabbed at Tim’s mouth directly with one hand and tried to peel the bigger man off.

I rolled my eyes, “Dumb move, Shaun now he’ll just…” And sure enough, Tim ran his tongue along the underside of Shaun’s hand which, now wet, slipped straight into Tim’s hungry maw.

Shaun was fighting for all he was worth, and wasn’t short of air the same way that Grant had been, but this didn’t seem to deter Tim in the least. He calmly gulped again, and the rest of Shaun’s thighs vanished into his mouth, his throat bulging as Shaun’s strong legs kicked and fought inside him.

Shaun swore at Tim, “What the fuck! This is impossible! What the hell do you think you’re doing, Tim? You can’t fucking eat me! I’m fucking almost fucking as big as you are!

Tim ignored Shaun and swallowed his ass and crotch, stretching his mouth remarkably easily over the bulging muscle. I could see occasional foot shaped bulges in Tim’s stomach now. Apparently, Tim’s swallowing must have been pressing Shaun into the top of Tim’s mouth, because he started grunting with every swallow.

I wouldn’t be surprised if this was deliberate on Tim’s part because it distracted Shaun enough that Tim easily grabbed the other flailing hand and stuffed it into his mouth, pinning Shaun completely.

“Oh Shaun, now you’re royally fucked.” I grimaced, though I was hard as a rock in my pants, watching this display of pure power.

Tim pressed Shaun above his head, as easily as I would press a twenty pound weight. In between gulps, smaller now I noticed, Shaun’s protests had changed, “Ungh… stop Tim… oog… you can’t… Nnnn… the team… guuh… plleeaasse… grrraagh!”

Shaun’s back arched. I presumed that he was filling his jock with cum inside Tim’s distended throat. Tim’s lips were already wrapped around Shaun’s middle, Shaun’s legs making an obvious bulge in Tim’s belly, “Oh god, Tim, please. Let me out. I’ll do anything. I’ll leave the team, I’ll… I’ll do your homework!... I’ll suck your dick? Please Tim? Please?”

I knew Tim had no intention of stopping, and true to form, he didn’t. Another huge gulp and Shaun’s butt moved into the hollow of Tim’s chest, and his heaving chest came to rest on Tim’s lip. Shaun’s biceps bulged in Tim’s mouth, fighting to escape, his whole body writhing, making bulges in Tim’s impossibly strong flesh, “Why, Tim, WHY?”

His mouth full, Tim didn’t respond. “Because he wants your spot. Because it’s a good excuse to eat you. Because it’s a power trip. Because… because he CAN.” I whisper for him, “I would.” Tim’s amazing throat worked again and again and soon Shaun’s broad, muscular chest was slipping into his teammate.

Shaun was having difficulty breathing, Tim’s throat compressing his lungs painfully, “Please, Tim, it’s not too late. Let me out. I won’t tell anyone, I’ll just leave. I’ll even let you have my car… ple-“ He was cut off as another gulp squeezed the air from his lungs and brought him into Tim to his chin.

He gave Tim a pleading look, but Tim simply put his hands on top of Shaun’s head and pushed him in, closing his mouth slowly over the crown of his teammate’s head. He swallowed and I watched the bulge of Shaun’s head pass slowly down his throat. I came in my pants, again.

Shaun was even more visible in Tim than Grant had been. I could make out individual features, a hand, a bit of his face, moving around in there. Tim smiled contentedly, “Lets see who’s first line-up NOW.”

Shaun fought as Grant had, though he still had more air when he reached Tim’s stomach. “Let me OUT you stupid piece of fucking shit! You are gonna be in SO much trouble! They’re gonna find you and cut you into little pieces!”

Tim laughed, “Mm, love athletes, they fight so well. Such a nice workout to go with my field workout too. He seemed to be completely ignoring the wild gyrations his bulging stomach was making.

Shaun was still going, “Coach is going to rip you a new ASSHOLE when he finds out I’m gone!”

Tim poked his stomach roughly, “He didn’t figure out it was my fault Grant vanished, did he? Neither did you. No, no one did. Now be quiet, I’m going to digest you now.”

Shaun’s voice, much muffled was still clear, “Digest me? What, like I’m some fucking burger or something? WHATTHEFUCKLETMEOUTOFHERERIGHTNOWYOUFUCKER!!!”

Tim grinned, “I was thinking more like a big weiner dog. You really were easy. Now quiet, it’s digesting time.” Like with Grant before, Tim opened his mouth and let out a colossal rolling belch, his stomach collapsed around Shaun, stilling most of the movement. Then I could see Tim’s muscles tighten, and another, smaller belch rolled forth. There was still weak squirming, but it was almost invisible, deprived of air and crushed into a tiny fetal ball, Shaun was not long for this world.

As Tim left the gym I sat for a moment, “He’s got a list. And it sounds like it’s got all big guys on it… guys like Grant and Shaun. That means I SHOULD be safe.” Though I wondered how long that would last.

I came to the gym almost every night except game nights after that. Tim averaged a guy every two to three nights. After the first two, most weren’t football players, “Which is good if he doesn’t intend to depopulate his own team.” All were dispatched with amazing ease and alacrity. Though he didn’t stop to savor his meals much.

I would have done things differently, in his place. But then, I’m smaller than he is, and lacked his confidence. Never would I have dreamed of taking someone close to Grant’s size, much less Shaun’s, but Tim didn’t think twice about it. I was just glad that he didn’t go for guys my size.

That night, no one else from the team joined Tim when he hit the locker room. This wasn’t unusual, he had gained a reputation for quite the temper (and they didn’t know the half of it!). Tim wasn’t as worked up as I’d seen him. Shaun had seen a much angrier Tim, for about 2 minutes before Tim turned him into great squirming meal. Tim was fuming tonight, and I was wondering who would catch his temper… or rather who is temper would catch.

It was late in the season and the more industrious members of the swim team had started practicing to warm up for the season. I noticed a dripping individual cross to the urinal, which I could also just see from my hiding spot. It was Nate, a nice freshman kid, about 140, 5’2” tightly packed. I could have pinned him without too much fight.

Then Tim came over. This wasn’t unusual as, well, we all gotta pee. And I wasn’t too worried for Nate, at least not because of Tim, given Nate’s comparatively diminutive size. Apparently, I had misjudged two things, first Tim’s current anger level, and second Nate’s preternaturally large bladder. Tim stood behind the kid, literally tapping his foot as Nate started to piss and just didn’t stop. I swear the kid could have gone on for a minute or more.

He didn’t get the chance. About fifteen seconds in, Tim had had enough waiting. He stepped up behind Nate, one hand pulling down his own jock as if about to take a leak, the other hand grabbing Nate at the waist. Tim’s mouth yawned open incredibly and Nate barely managed an, “Eeep!” before the huge football player lunged downward taking the swimmer in all the way to his shoulders.

With one hand and his head, Tim lifted Nate above his head, as one might a doll, sending a shimmering arc of piss through the air, still streaming from Nate’s dick, still clutched in his hand. As if none of the rest of this was happening, he stepped easily up to the urinal and let out his own thick stream, shoving Nate down into his throat to his waist with one gulp.

Another gulp and Nate’s speedo-clad butt and strong thighs vanished, still dripping pool water. It had apparently just occurred to Nate that he might want to struggle, as his lower legs – all that was left – started flailing wildly. Tim ignored them and calmly swallowed again, pinning the gyrating limbs securely between his lips, then again, to erase from the world all evidence of the swimmer, Nate.

He had swallowed Nate so quickly, that he had more than enough time to finish pissing and shake off his dick after he was done. As he turned away from the urinal I could see a few bulges in his stomach, but Nate was not Grant or Shaun. Tim didn’t even take the time for a short conversation, he belched easily, and all the fight vanished from his stomach. He patted it, “Mm, not a bad snack, actually, should tide me over for tomorrow pretty well.” He grabbed his bag and headed out.

I was not hard, not anymore. I was scared. I couldn’t go face to face with a guy like Tim. I had thought I was safe, that he was only going to eat big dudes, dudes out of my caliber.

I was also pissed off. I had kinda liked Nate. He was a cute kid that made my mouth water. And Tim certainly hadn’t taken the time to enjoy him! Tim certainly didn’t know it, and likely wouldn’t have cared if he had, but he had crossed the line. He had stepped onto my turf now and something had to be done about it… but what?

To be continued...