The Hungry Quarterback
By: Pi-Zero
Mark was just starting to change when Northern’s
quarterback Brian Jordan came in. He was about five-eight and
was well built with none of the paunch that some of the
linebackers got. His short brown hair was wet with sweat like
Mark’s own from being in a helmet for so long. “Hey Jordan!
Incredible game man, you guys are the only team that’s been
able to give us ANY competition, much less actually beat us.”
Brian smiled, “Call me Brian, and you’re not so bad yourself,
I actually had a little difficulty getting passes through!
Your one fast little bugger!” Mark blushed a little. He was
smaller than Brian at five-six and not quite so muscular,
relying on the speed of a tight, toned body. He laughed, “You
certainly didn’t LOOK like you were trying very hard. You
bowled over some of our best guys! Ned’s nearly twice your
size!” Brian grinned back, “I guess I did, didn’t I?” As they
started to strip out of their heavy, sweat-stained pads Mark
asked, “How do you do it man?” Brian looked up, “Do what?”
“Knock those guys over like they were bowling pins! I mean
really, Ned hasn’t ever been smashed like that, and you just
kept running! With the ball no less! What kind of exercises
do you do?” Brian had been waiting for this, “It’s a real
special diet Mark, hard to find stuff, and there’s this whole
process you gotta go through to eat it.” Mark’s eyes got big,
so there really WAS a silver bullet! He had to know what it
was! “Can you show me? Please?” Brian grinned, the fish had
swallowed it hook line and sinker, “Of course I can Mark, I’m
graduating this year and you won’t catch up in that little
time. I’d be glad to show you. But first, let’s finish
getting out of these nasty clothes.” They stripped down,
Brian to his jock and Mark to his pants, and Brian said they
could get started.
Putting his hands on Mark’s shoulder’s he started,
“First you have to stretch your jaw out, otherwise the next
part won’t work.” Mark followed suit as Brian rotated his jaw
around, trying not to laugh at the comical image they must
make. “Ok, now the food. Raw meat is the only thing that can
build you real muscles. Not ordinary muscles like most guys
have, these muscles are much stronger though they’re smaller.
And I don’t mean rare meat. Raw. Raw as you can find it.”
Mark grimaced at this, he didn’t want to eat raw meat, but he
would if he had to, to be the best. “And one more thing about
the meat. You have to eat it whole, no chewing, no biting,
and no cutting. It’s an odd thing but it works better that
way. Now for the final part, you have to stretch your mouth
as far open as it can go, and mean FAR open.” At this he
opened his mouth. And opened his mouth. And opened his mouth.
Oh my god! Mark thought, it’s huge! He tried to pull back
from that gaping maw but Brian’s hands were tight on his
shoulders. Brian’s mouth closed and Mark relaxed, that was
too weird!
“Oh, and one more thing about the meat. Normal beef or
pork won’t do. It’s got to be REAL meat.” “What do you mean?”
stammered Mark. Then he saw the gleam in Brian’s eyes and the
way he was massaging the muscles on his shoulders, “You, you
can’t mean. No! I won’t! That’s disgusting! Illegal!” Brian
smiled, “Oh I DO mean. I mean REAL meat, human meat, and raw,
raw and wiggling. The more muscular the better.” “But, even
with that mouth of yours, you, you’d have to eat BABIES man!
That’s truly evil!” Mark gasped, futilely trying to break
free of Brian’s iron grip. “Oh you poor foolish boy. If I can
stretch my mouth this far, who’s to say I can’t do other
things as well? I’ve eaten men larger than myself before, and
two men, once. And now, it’s time for the meal!” Mark
screamed but was quickly cut off as Brian pulled his head up
and kissed him hard on the mouth. “Oh God!” thought Mark,
“Not only am I going to be eaten. He’s gay too!” Brian pulled
off and opened his mouth wide again, to that yawning red
chasm stretching down into darkness. Mark screamed as he was
pulled towards that maw and Brian licked his face. His head
fit easily between those impossible jaws, face mashed into
Brian’s tongue. As Brian closed his lips around Mark’s neck
creating a tight collar, Mark expected to be plunged into
darkness. He wasn’t. “Great” he thought ruefully, “it’s not
enough that he’s got to eat me, I’ve got to watch it too.
What the hell, why am I thinking about this now? I should be
fighting!” And so he did.
Brian would have smiled if his mouth weren’t full, he
liked them to fight. He hadn’t expected quite this much fight
and had a rough time because Mark had his hands on Brian’s
shoulders and was pushing. He was a smart one, usually they
tried to pull his hands or mouth off. Pull his mouth off,
what were they thinking? It was always a simple matter to
open his mouth a little further and pull their arms in. But
no, Mark was pushing on his shoulders, making it a)
impossible to get him any further into his mouth and b)
infeasible for Brian to let go to grab Mark’s arms (then Mark
might escape). Finally, Brian let go and grabbed Mark’s
wrists anyway. Not surprisingly, Mark managed to pull his
head free from Brian’s mouth with a pop. Mark experienced a
surge of hope as Brian released his shoulders and grabbed his
wrists, maybe he WOULD escape this!
For a second Mark and Brian stood face to face, Brian
still holding Mark by the wrists and Mark getting over the
shock of it all and dripping saliva. Brian smiled and Mark’s
hopes fell, “You are a worthy meal Mark, none, not even my
first has ever given me such a struggle. You will make a
wonderful addition to my might. It has been a good fight, but
all things must come to an end.” His arms shot downwards,
pulling Mark closer by his own arms, and wrapped around
Mark’s lower back and ass. His face close to Mark’s he
whispered, “One last goodbye kiss.” He leaned forwards and
kissed his unwilling captive. Slowly though, Mark realized
Brian’s kiss was covering more and more of his face, first
his whole mouth, then his nose, chin, his eyes slipped in and
he could see that horrid throat, he felt his hair being
slicked back, and his head was again in Brian’s mouth. He
continued to flail valiantly but aside from a bruised shin,
Brian just smiled, this meal would be his. Mark watched,
horrified, as the pulsing tunnel of flesh that would bring
him to his death inched closer. Some strange magic allowed
him to see all this, though there was no visible light
source. He felt the slippery wet of Brian’s lips slip down
over his neck. There was a pause and the tunnel before him
expanded. With a squeeze from Brian’s hand on his butt (yet
another indignity) and a lurch, he felt the top of his chest
come to rest on that awful searching tongue. Also with this
jump, his head was plunged into Brian’s throat.
Brian laughed to himself, now that Mark’s shoulder’s
were in, his upper arms were pinned and there was nothing his
struggling would do except make Brian’s meal more enjoyable.
He slid his tongue around over the cup of Mark’s neck and
tickled at his underarms, tasting the salty sweat that
seasoned only his finest meals. He slid his mouth down a
little further, encompassing Mark’s large pecs in the warmth
of his mouth. Pausing for some personal pleasure he licked at
Mark’s nipples, swirling them around and enjoying the shudder
that swept through his prisoner. It still amazed him when he
could see his lips stretched out beyond the sides of his
face, surrounding the broad chest of a full-grown man.
Mark shuddered as he head was pulled downward, massaged
by the wetness of Brian’s throat. The tongue was at it again,
licking his nipples, causing waves of disgust to flash down
his body. He was not gay! Why couldn’t Brian just eat him for
goodness sake? Finally the torture stopped. But the
swallowing didn’t continue, what was Brian doing? He felt
strong hands grip his buttcheeks and pull them apart through
his pants. What did Brian think he was doing? Then he felt a
popping against his ass and with a sinking heart, he knew.
Brian had ripped his pants along the butt, creating a hole.
As if to confirm his horror, a blunt, slimy object pressed
its way between Mark’s now tightly clenched cheeks until it
came to rest against his tight hole. “No, please, anything
but this.” he moaned to himself as he tightened his hole as
much as he could. But the object, Brian’s cock of course, was
not to be denied; with a heave that seemed to rip him in two,
it jammed it way in. Aargh, it must be as thick as a beer
can! Slowly it pushed its way in, further and further,
invading not only his ass but pushing into the exit from his
intestines. Finally he felt the damp brush of Brian’s pubic
hair. He expected Brian to start fucking him then but instead
he had the feeling of a controlled forward fall as the world
spun and he had the feeling of being turned upside down.
Brian was about to swallow Mark to his waist when he
noticed a pain in his crotch. His dick, rock hard from the
sense of power he had, was being bent at a very uncomfortable
angle in his constricting jock. Releasing one hand for a
moment he pulled his jock down and off. Freed from its
constraints, his massive prick sprang out, pointing away from
his body at an angle, straight at Mark. “Hey, why not have
some fun with my meal. I can play with my food if I want to.”
But how to deal with those annoying pants? He didn’t want to
have to try to strip them off. As the hand on Mark’s ass
brushed across a seam he smiled. Grabbing a buttcheek in each
hand and placing a finger on the seam, he pulled apart,
simultaneously pushing with his finger. He was rewarded with
a popping sound as the seam split, making a nice hole. He
pushed his dick forwards, squeezing it between the tightly
clenched muscles of Mark’s ass until the oozing tip rested
against Mark’s puckered, virgin hole. He paused for a moment
to let Mark’s ass be lubricated by his precum and to let Mark
realize the size of the man that would be entering him. Then,
with a giant shove, he pushed his plum-sized head into Mark’s
resisting ass. Wow, Mark’s ass was SO tight, and he was
wriggling SO deliciously! Slowly he pushed his monster dick
up into Mark’s innards, filling him completely until his
groin rested against Mark’s ass. Before he could begin to
fuck Mark, he decided he didn’t want to wait to swallow him,
so why not combine the two? He pulled Mark forwards as he
sat, then lay down on the locker room floor. With a great
effort he pushed his but up a locker until it was over his
head. Now he could begin. Holding Mark tightly so the
swallowing would be controlled he began to fuck Mark. He
pulled carefully out and then drove back in to the hilt,
shoving Mark a couple inches further down his throat. It was
a good thing he had a long prick because otherwise Mark’s
tight ass would have made him climax before he was done.
Mark couldn’t really tell what was going on, though he
did guess some of it. He could tell he was upside down, and
given that Brian was beginning to fuck him (an incredibly
painful experience, how did gay men do this?) Brian must be
upside down too. With every painful drive of that inhuman
organ he was shoved further down Brian’s throat. After a
couple thrusts, however, ‘down’ the throat became ‘up’ in the
world. His head slid up and out of the throat, and into
Brian’s stomach. It didn’t seem a large place. He still
didn’t know how he would fit. And if he did, how would Brian
wear clothes after? His hips began to enter Brian’s mouth and
he felt the tongue slither under the band of his pants to
tease at his cock. It refused to get hard, thank God, THAT
would have been the final indignity.
Brian savored the raunchy taste of Mark’s crotch, though
he was disappointed that his cock absolutely refused to
respond to his administrations. Oh well, such is life. He had
always been very flexible in all his body parts, allowing him
to suck himself off. Now as his latest thrust pushed Mark’s
butt into his mouth he held him there. He began to fuck Mark
faster, climax aided by Mark’s tight ass combined with his
own lips. He came in a rush, filling Mark’s already full ass
to bursting. Satisfied, he pulled out, to finish his meal.
Mark began to cry as he felt the blast of white hot cum
fill his ass. What had he done to deserve this? With relief
he felt Brian pull his cock from Mark’s abused ass. His worn
hole slowly worked its way back to an approximation of its
former size. Again the world spun as his body was
straightened and there was a sense of motion. Abruptly his
head ran into the ‘far’ wall of the stomach as his chest
followed him in. It didn’t stop there, however, the rest of
his body quickly tried to follow, forcing Mark to ball up
uncomfortably. He felt Brian’s lips slide over his toes,
squirming as Brian’s tongue lashed the bottoms of his
extremely ticklish feet. There were two great squeezes of
the throat around his ankles and he was completely in Brian’s
stomach. He had actually fit! He sure hoped there was a
heaven after this ‘cause he had to be able to tell someone.
Brian, finished with Mark sexually, stood up again,
lifting Mark’s legs above his head, allowing gravity to speed
the process. In two swallows he was up to Mark’s ankles. One
more and Mark’s feet were in his mouth. He delicately swept
his tongue across the bottoms of Mark’s feet, savoring the
funky taste and the wriggling in his stomach. It was time to
finish it. Two more swallows and Mark was gone. He smiled
down at his belly, only a little stretched, wiggling about.
He laughed, “You can’t escape Mark. You’re going to be part
of me, part of these gorgeous muscles, you’ll make me faster
and stronger, my cock and balls bigger. But I’ve got to go
now, the bus will be about to leave.” He patted his stomach.
Mark wished desperately that it wasn’t true. The stomach
had seemed stretched tight. He had thought if he just pushed
hard enough perhaps it would snap and he could escape. But
those soft wet walls wouldn’t yield. The unseen light source
faded and Mark was left in darkness, only the wet and soft
swinging motion of Brian’s gait to tell him where he was. He
felt a thump as Brian stopped talking, a pat he supposed.
Though he had needed no air while being swallowed, he did
now. As the small amount of air in the stomach ran out he
drifted off to sleep, barely noticing as Brian’s stomach
acids began to dissolve his body.
Brian jumped onto the bus next to his teammates. ‘Where
were ya man?” Asked Tom, a cute halfback, “You almost missed
the bus!” Brian grinned, “Just getting a little something to
eat.” Mark let out a last sigh, filling Brian’s stomach with
air. Brian, in turn, produced a massive belch. Tom laughed,
“Woh man! What the hell did you eat? It smells like football
pads and ass after a sweaty game! Get some breath mints!”
Brian just smiled benevolently and punched Tom in the arm. He
liked to have the after taste of man in his mouth.
A couple days later Brian coughed up a class ring, a
jockstrap and a pair of football pants with a hole in the
butt. He saved the jockstrap as a memento, burned the pants,
and stored the ring in case he was ever in need of funds. He
could already feel Mark’s energy fueling his body and making
his muscles larger, and more importantly, stronger. Tasting
the jock he began to plan his next meal, Tom wasn’t really
very useful to the team, but he did have some nice muscles,
and a cute ass…
The End