Father and Son
By: ShrinkMe

Mark liked to hike and camp out in the wilderness, the farther away from civilization the better. He also sort of stayed away from the sometimes crowded National and State parks. Once and a while though he would have no choice and join the crowd in order to keep his training and practice fresh. But he really preferred roughing it in 'virgin' wilderness.

Once in a while he would travel with a friend or a group of friends depending on schedules and such. Group camping was sometimes more fun, but it really depended on Mark's mood or goal for any given year as to whether he would get a group together or strike out on his own.

This year he had planned two camping trips. One trip would be in September in Yosemite with his group of friends. But the first trip would be this weekend, for two weeks of hiking and camping in the Tennessee part of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Mark had been camping and hiking in this area before and liked that there were so many trails to choose from. That way it wouldn't be so crowded -- he hoped.

So off Mark went to the foothills in Tennessee to park his car and get started on his 10 day hike in and out of the Park. He had mapped his route out on a map of the hiking trails there and had cleared his itinerary ahead of time with the Park. So after parking his car in the designated area for hiking campers, and getting his gear already for the trek, off he went into the Appalachian Mountains.

Mark was well prepared for this trip and would not need to stop for anything along the way except for water wherever he could find it. Even though he brought a lot of water it was always good to use 'found' water just in case. He had tablets to use to sterilize water if he had to. And as far as food -- he had more than enough of that as well. He also knew about herbs and botany and could use roots and leaves and plants that he found along the way to add to any meal if he wished. So Mark was really getting into the fresh warm air and the feel of the pack on his back.

The first four days of the hike went just fine. Mark had passed one couple heading back down the trail he was on. They told him that there weren't that many people on the trail and they had no problems at night. Sometimes there are people who prey upon hiking campers, stealing things, or flat out robbing them of almost everything. There were also a few isolated cases of rapes and murders, but the reports were old, several months ago. What seemed to stand out in reports though were several cases of missing persons. Mostly single hikers or campers, primarily males missing some as long back as a year ago.

Mark had also passed two camps of hikers who had set up tents and were settling in really early for the night. But Mark wasn't ready to stop just yet and so kept walking. After several hours he came to a fork in the trail and had to refer to his map. It struck him as odd because he couldn't remember a fork being here, not until tomorrow's hike would he come to a fork in the trail. So he leaned against a tree and got the map out and checked where he was. He recognized a few landmarks mentioned on the map and got a general idea of where he was. Sure enough, just as he thought, this fork wasn't mentioned on the map. He could tell by the two trails which one most hikers had taken because of how clear the right trail was. Mark decided that he would take the left fork and hike until dusk and camp out and if he didn't like where this trial was leading he would backtrack and go to the right instead.

After getting a drink of water Mark started off on the trail leading to the left. After about an hour this trail was getting more difficult to follow. Mostly it was because of the fact that it wasn't a well- used trail and was a little overgrown. Mark got out his rag he brought along for a reason such as this, to mark a trail or path in order to find it back if need be. He tore off a strip of cloth and tied it to a low hanging obvious branch and started doing this every few yards or so to mark the way.

Now the trail was really getting more difficult to follow. Really overgrown, but he could still see a path leading off into the thicket over there about 20 yards away. He would see what was in or on the other side of the ticket and then decide what to do. Mark approached the thicket of brush and low hanging branches and leaned into it and pushed his way through the overgrowth. Several feet of scrub that he had to close his eyes to get through holding his arms in front of his face to protect it from being scratched and poked. Then he was clear. He immediately turned around and tied a big piece of cloth to a branch sticking out of the thicket to mark where he should go through to go back out. While he was doing this Mark was hearing a subtle noise off and on coming from somewhere behind him. Mark turned his head while he was tying off the cloth to see what he could see over his shoulder but saw nothing out of the ordinary, just the path and more of the usual trees. But as soon as he turned back to finish the knot he heard that sound again.

Mark finished and turned around and stood there waiting to hear that sound again and get a bearing of what direction it was coming from. He stood quietly, hardly breathing, listening. Then he heard it. Sounds of high pitched, yet low wailing, like a few little children lowly moaning or crying. It would go for a few seconds and then stop, and then happen again and then stop. The sounds were coming from up the pathway he was following. It really was not like any sound Mark had ever heard from any camping trip he had ever been on. Not that Mark had heard every single sound an animal could make. But this sound didn't sound like an animal sound for some reason. So very curious to find the source of this Mark continued on the pathway, but very slowly and cautiously just in case it was baby animals waiting for their mother to come back to feed them.

Mark soon discovered that the trees now were missing branches and twigs down close to ground level. That usually meant that campers had used this area and had used branches for their fires from the trees here. This caused a clearing of sorts from eye level down to the ground. What Mark started to see was very unsettling and quite freakish.

At first Mark thought that some children had hung decorations on strings or ropes from the lowest branches of the trees he was approaching now. But as Mark got closer he saw that what was hanging from these strings and ropes were little six-inch men. Mark stopped counting at 20 when he saw a squirrel rush off from in front of him. Mark saw the remains of a little man laying there in the gore on the forest floor, most of him having been chewed away by the squirrel. Mark jerked his head at the creatures hanging all around. Some were just hanging there vacantly staring, others were trying to get Mark's attention. Just as Mark was going to cut down on of the little ones closest to him Mark heard talking coming from further along the path, around a bend he saw up ahead. As Mark turned to go see who was doing the talking he heard the little men that could still talk trying to get him to not go there, to cut them down and save them.

"I'll be back for you I promise." Mark assured them and as he turned to go the men were restlessly screaming at him not to go there. He just ignored them and cautiously approached the bend in the pathway. Mark crouched down and slipped his pack off as quietly as he could so that he could maneuver better in sneaking up on the person he could still hear talking.

Mark stayed off the pathway and used every tree to get as close as necessary to assess the situation. Mark did notice that there were strings and ropes around him with little men tied to them and also a lot of others that had been cut or were empty. Then he turned his attention back to the area ahead.

Mark could overhear the talking before he could make out who it was doing the talking. It was one voice. A deep voice of a man, only one doing the talking. It was a one sided conversation, someone talking to themselves out loud.

"...like that. Oh yes. I like that, you are doing a mighty fine job. But you there need to get more into it. Get between the toes and under the nails like I told you to do. Oh yes, that is a good little pet. Now you -- come here you. I got something special I'm gonna do with you that I like a lot. You might not like so much, but I don't give a fuck about that. You two just keep on your business down there or I'll crush ya both like bugs. Quit your squirmin' it won't help you to try to get away from me 'cause I got you where I want you, in the palm of my hand. Now take it like a man and quit your squirmin'."

Then there was a noise like the man was hawking up some snot and phlegm from way down and then he spit. Did it again and spit again.

"There. Now your all greased up and ready. Here we go. You ready for the ride of your fucking little life? You can save your squirmmin' for when I get ya inside. Now here we go."

The man laughed low and menacingly. Then Mark heard him making moaning and groaning sounds. Mark had to get closer if he was going to see what was going on and who this man was. So he quietly moved a few trees further ahead. What Mark saw in the clearing ahead almost made him reveal himself. He had to clamp a hand over his mouth to gasp.

A tall lanky naked hairy man was sitting in a wooden chair. He had two little men ministering his feet. Besides that scene, what had made Mark gasp was the other scene being played out over their heads. The man had another little guy that he was proceeding to shove up his ass feet first. The man was scooted forward in the chair so his ass was off the chair and with both hands he slowly shoving the little inside himself. The man's cock was rock hard and leaking profusely and his head was tossing and turning with the sensations coming from his ass.

Just as the man was about to shove the little man all the way inside his ass a commotion stirred from behind the tall man in the chair. Mark now noticed that there was a crude hut back there with an entranceway with no door in it. From the hut appeared another naked man. This one was as tall as the one sitting but was much older bald and had a huge smooth bouncing pot belly. As he came out the doorway he was patting his belly and belched hugely twice. In one hand he had several strings and ropes that he dropped on the ground as he approached the man in the chair.

"Ten wasn't enough. I'm gonna get me some more. You want some while I'm out there?"

"Aaaahhhhhh...shit, Pa. Can't you see I'm busy? Geeezzz...Ohhhh that feels so fucking good. Yeah, I'll take a few as soon as I'm done with these here. Oooohhhh crap, yes, yes...Hey keep workin' down there, I didn't tell you to stop cleaning my toes you fuckers."

Mark watched in horror as the little man completely dissappeared inside the man's sphincter cause him to shoot off as the man struggled inside his ass.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH FFFFFUUUUCCCKKKKK YYYYEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!" Big ropes of white cum shot all over the man's belly and chest and other places as he thrashed his head and body around in the throes of ecstasy. The little men at his feet almost crushed in the climax, they fell back and dodged his feet. Then the man relaxed and came back to himself, took a deep breath and then clenched his buttocks together as hard as he could. Mark could have sworn he heard the snapping and cracking of little bones coming from inside the man's ass. Then he reached down and picked up the scared little men at his feet. He rubbed them both unceremoniously in the spunk all over his front and then, to Mark's continued horror, brought one man up to his mouth and shoved him inside head first and swallowed the man down his throat whole, tilting his head back to help the little man go down better. Then, while the other little man was screaming hysterically and struggling to get away, he did the same thing with the other little man. After swallowing both little men down he stood up and wiped his front with both hands licking them clean until his spunk was wiped off and then emitted a big huge belch.

"Oh yeah. Nothing like a snack after a good shoot off. Hey Dad? You need some help out there?"

The man walked in the direction that he had seen his dad disappear to when Mark was scared out of his wits by a hand clamping down on his shoulder. He screamed out and turned to see the Dad looking down at him smiling malevolently.

"Hey...I got us a snooper here, son. Stand up you."

Mark felt the grip tighten as he was lifted up to a standing position. He was now facing the Dad and the son was approaching with that same smile on his face too.

"Looks like you put on quite a show for our visitor, son. Let's show him what we do with snoops around here."

"I'm hungry Pa. Let's torture him later. I'll tie him up for now."

"Okay son. I'll get us dinner. You can take care of this'un."

The man pushed Mark towards the younger naked man. He lost his footing and fell into the man's arms. The stink of an unwashed body wafted into Mark's nose almost making him gag.

"Awww...you want a hug? Here boy..."

Mark was squeezed in a hard embrace by the naked man still smelling this one quite strongly now. Then Mark heard his shirt tearing in the back. His shirt was ripped off of his body by the Son who told him to take his shoes and pants off. Mark did as he was told and then stood there naked in front of the taller naked man.

"I gotta pee. Get down on your knees and open your mouth boy."

Mark didn't do it fast enough for the man who pushed him down and then grabbed his head in his hands and aimed his cock at Mark's mouth and started the flow. Mark gagged and sputtered which made the man start laughing. The flow got harder and Mark was soaked in the man's urine shower, some going in his mouth and eyes. Finally the flow stopped and Mark was lifted by the shoulder off the ground and walked toward the hut. At the chair the man stopped and turned to Mark. He starred at Mark and Mark found that he couldn't take his eyes off the stare of the other man. The other man said one word, "smaller", and Mark passed out.

Mark came to and noticed that he was tied with a string around his chest and under his armpits. He was hung up inside the hut. A fire in the corner fireplace lit the room. What he started to witness made Mark fear for his life.

The men had started to eat other little men while he was passed out. There were a few empty strings on the floor by the men. As Mark watched they each got another little guy and slipped the rope or string off him and then proceeded to dispatch them down their throats either feet first or head first on after another. As the Dad had already eaten some earlier he stopped before the son did. He stood up and walked to the small fire and pushed it around. He burped a few times and patted his ponderous belly keeping his hand there almost not noticing he was feeling his gut and the men inside still squirming around in there before their struggles died down. He had a roaring hard on and started to jack off while looking at the fire. He came in big ropes just like his son had earlier in the area close to the fire. Then he went back and sat down where he had been and watched as his son finished eating.

The son noticed that Mark was awake and nudged his father and pointed it out to him. The father got up again and came over to Mark and took him down. Mark cried out and struggled but of course to no avail as he was so small and useless against these much bigger men.

The father sat down and started rubbing Mark all over his front. Rubbing Mark into his sinking arm pits and down into the smelly crotch. Then the Son took him and did the same thing. As the son rubbed Mark over his belly he held Mark there. Mark could definitely hear cries coming from inside the man's belly. He could even feel them struggling inside there. Could feel the squirming bodies inside the man's belly. Mark heard a low rumbling laugh and looked up into the face of the son who smiled evilly down at him.

"One of us is going to have you in their belly before the night is up. I can't tell you whose, but you will be food for one of us tonight. But before you go inside you will get to know our bodies quite well."

So, for the next several hours Mark was made to lick and service each man's body. Licking, nibbling, massaging every thing everywhere on each man's body front and back. Mark was exhausted after he had finally brought the father off to his second climax of the evening.

"Now, who is going to eat you? Do you want to decide? Or do you want us to decide? Either way a decision will be made."

"How about this," Mark suggested, "How about you place me down at the doorway. Give me a count of ten head start and whoever finds me first will get to have me."

The two men looked at each other and then back at Mark.

"You are very creative little man. You got your wish."

The son took Mark over to the doorway. "I'll start counting after you are on the ground." He placed Mark down and started counting down from ten.

Mark dashed away into the dark. He didn't care where he was going as long as it was away from those monsters. Mark ran and ran and heard "ONE, HERE WE COME YOU LITTLE HOTDOG!" He heard their big bodies scrambling around behind him. Mark ran into the woods as fast as he could staying near trees as much as possible. Just as he reached the bend of the pathway that led back to the 'barrier' of brush he was swooped up into the air.

"I got 'im, I GOT 'IM, I GOT 'IM!!! I WIN, I WIN, I WIN!!!"

Mark looked around, his heart sinking and saw he was in the grasp of the Father. The man held him to his ponderous chest and ran back to the hut. When there Mark saw the son standing there with a big smirk on his face.

"At least he didn't get away. Have a good time father. I'm going to bed."

"I got you now. Your nothing but my snack now. Nothing but shit tomorrow. Now should I just swallow you down or should I chew you up? One piece at a time or all at once? HHmmmm..."

The next thing Mark knew he was lifted up and his head and upper body was shoved into the interior of the man's mouth. Mark was sliding over the slimy stinking tongue of the man who was now going to swallow him. Mark felt the man start to tilt his head back and the force of Mark's slide down was increased some and he felt his feet go inside the mouth and over the tongue of the man swallowing him. One of Mark's arms was stretched out in front of him, the other flat at his side and he started the downward plunge to the big belly of the Father. Mucous and saliva surrounded him and made the plunge that much easier and then he was swallowed by the sphincter of the stomach. It was dark and humid and very smelly down in the belly of the giant man. Struggle as he might he could not find a way out and then he started sticking to the sides of the belly and couldn't move anymore freely. He was aware of the heart beat of the giant and then slowly he faded into sleep that Mark never woke from again.

BBBBUUUURRRRPPPPP......!!!

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