Track Meat III
By: SimJanus

My eyes dropped back down to his cock, now only inches away from my face. It was so huge, hard, and inviting, that my mouth started to water. The skin on his cock was stretched so tight, that it shined and bulged with muscles and veins. I was like a man who had been starving for such a long time, and a large tasty feast had just been placed in his lap with a sign saying “help your self; eat as much as you want”. I looked up at my new master again, and saw him relaxed in his chair, his head laid back on his pillow, and watching me with expectation. He was waiting for me to make the next move.

“Oh well, here goes” I thought to myself. I opened my mouth and inserted his giant cock as far as it would go, filling my mouth to full capacity. “Hmm,” I thought to myself, “man, this tastes so good.” I closed my lips tightly around his large well formed penis, and went to work on getting him off. It was so large, that I was going to have a difficult time providing him with a perfect blow job. I didn’t want to scrape his skin with my teeth, risking the possibility of his wrath falling upon me again, so I opened my mouth as wide as I could. I really wanted him to enjoy this, as much as I would enjoy giving it to him. I was getting sexually aroused and my cock started to get hard again. I sucked it as best as I could, smoothly working my head up and down, caressing his cock with my tongue the entire time, and making sure that my lips were as tight as I could make them. I was enjoying this so much, that I closed my eyes, and savored every second. I kept thinking of the reward that awaited me at the end of all of this; the delicious load of cum that he would unload, which inspired me to concentrate and work faster and with greater determination. His cock continued to grow and hardened more and more while expanding in my mouth. He started sighing again with a sound of enjoyment. It felt like he was getting ready to get off, and I was inspired to press on.

“Oh yes”, he whispered, as he grabbed my hair firmly with his big manly hands, and continued the up and down motion of my head on his cock, only this time with more speed and rigidity. Once again, I was totally being used by him, as if he was masturbating on his own, with the only exception that he was using my mouth instead of his hand to get off. All I could do now was to think about the reward that awaited me. He had such a tight grip on my hair that my scalp started to hurt. I ignored my discomfort as best as I could. I had no choice now, but to hang on and endure as best as I could. Sweat started to roll down my forehead, as my mouth continued to work on getting him off.

Finally, after a few more minutes passed, he once again expressed a great long sigh of relief, as his cock expanded one last time, finally letting loose his load, flooding my mouth with large spurts of warm cum. He pressed my head firmly against his body, with my face buried in the hair on his crotch, and kept it there, as he continued to unload more cum into me, to the point of almost making me choke on it. After several long seconds, he let go of my hair and opened his eyes, his mouth open with a smile, breathing long breaths of relief and satisfaction. I gently slid my mouth off of his cock. I had a mouthful of his cum in me, and I savored the taste as long as I could, before finally swallowing it. The aftertaste lingered on, and I continued to enjoy it for a while longer.

“Ah slave, you felt so good on my cock” he said while breathing out a sign of approval. “You are really making it hard for me to decide on whether I should keep you or not”.

I looked at him, confused, after what appeared to be another successful exchange between us. I started to question what was going on here. He enjoyed having me at his feet, and I enjoyed it. I just gave him a wonderful blow job, and we both enjoyed it. He shot his load in my mouth, proving to me that I got him excited enough to get off and I enjoyed eating it. Yet now, he was still undecided on if he should keep me or not. “What gives?” I thought, perplexed, and amazed that this was even becoming an issue.

Then suddenly, I started to get a little dizzy and light headed. I looked up at my companion, and he was staring at me, as if studying me again. I slowly backed away from him, straightening myself on my knees, and almost losing my balance.

“Are you ok,” he inquired, almost as if he knew something I didn’t know.

“Yes, yes,” I replied in an attempt to reassure him, regaining my balance. “I’m alright. I think your cock was awesome, and you’re cum tasted so very good. Maybe even more than I can handle, but I really loved it. Master, did you enjoy the blow job?” I looked at him with some anticipation and hope that he would finally accept me and adopt me as his slave from now on.

“Yes slave, very much,” he nodded in approval. “Well, you enjoyed my feet, and enjoyed my cock. Now it is my turn to enjoy you a little. Do you have a problem with that?”

I realized that if I was to totally accept my role as his slave, I had to get used to serving him, and doing what he wanted. After all, he was right. I did enjoy his feet, and his cock, and they were both more than I could ever dream of. The least I could do was to play out my part, and let him have his fun with me. Besides, he was so hot and beautiful, that I was so sure I would enjoy anything he would do to me.

“Master, I am all yours to do with as you please,” I replied, still in a trance, reminiscing the past hour spent on a human god’s feet and cock. “How could I say no to him? I would be a fool to let this opportunity pass,” I thought to myself while checking him out again from head to toe.

“Good. Then get on the bed, and lay on your back facing up,” he commanded, getting out of his chair while gulping down the last drops of beer from his can. He stood there, watching me as I obeyed him. I slowly climbed off of my knees and cautiously crawled onto his bed, turned and laid on my back facing up as he requested. I was in a delightful daze, still enjoying the after taste of his cum, but now light headed and dizzy. When my head hit his pillow, I noticed that the ceiling started to spin a little, as if I had too much to drink. Yet, the only thing that entered my body over the past several hours was his cum. “It was a super big load,” I thought to myself, “and maybe it was so much, that it is making me sick.” I pondered the thought. I’ve given other guys blow jobs in the past, and swallowed their cum, yet I never received the reaction that I am getting now, so it couldn’t be his cum that was affecting me.

I watched him walk over to his closet and bring out hand cuffs. He climbed on to the bed on top of me, and slapped the cuffs on each of my wrists, then anchored both of my arms to his bed posts, one on the left side, and one on the right side. He slid down to my feet, and with some rope that he seemingly pulled out of nowhere, tightly tied my ankles together.

“Oh shit,” I thought to myself as I once more began to have a very bad feeling come over me. “What is he going to do me?” I questioned myself, watching him with nervous anticipation. I didn’t like what was happening to me, being bound up on his bed in his downstairs apartment, with no one around to help me if things started to get out of hand.

“Master, you’re not going to hurt me, are you?” I asked, desperately awaiting a comforting reply from someone that I still thought was my friend and only playing with me.

He looked at me, leaned back over my body until he was looking straight down at me, and smiled a sinister smile this time. With out any warning, with out a word, he slapped me on my face again, hard enough to make my eyes water. “Ouch, that hurt,” I cried to myself, wincing at the pain he just delivered to me. I then thought back into my past, where I purposely had other guys bitch slap me in the face because I enjoyed stuff like that. I forced myself to accept what he just did, and convinced myself that I do like to be manhandled, and just quietly accept anything this gorgeous hunk of man will give to me.

“Listen, you little fuck,” he blurted out with his finger pointing at me only inches away from my face. “You’re my slave. I own you now, and you are mine to do with as I please. You talk only when I command you to talk. Until then, shut the fuck up and deal with it. Understand?

I was always in control of the situations I was in, in the past, even when playing the role of being another man’s slave. This was the first time that someone else was calling all the shots, and that someone else was in total control of me. None of this was what I anticipated, or planned. I thought I was just going to give him service at his feet, but now, I am literally his prisoner and captive, in bondage without my request or approval. I started to feel a little uncomfortable.

“Yes Master. I understand,” I replied nervously, realizing that I was now totally helpless. I started thinking bad thoughts, like he was going to kill me, torture me, or something crazy like that. My heart started pounding, and I could feel my body tensing up. I was taking shallow breaths, and once more,

my head started to spin around, almost to the point of making me nauseous.

“I think I am getting sick. I mean really, I’m not feeling good. Can we do this some other time, please,” I asked, desperately attempting to reach at his humanity one last time.

Ignoring me, as if I wasn’t even there, he got off the bed, opened the top drawer of his night stand and pulled out a hypodermic needle filled with some clear liquid. With out saying a word and shrugging off my desperate plea, he leaned back over me and shot the liquid into my arm.

I looked in horror with my eyes wide open, not saying a word. I was in shock. “What are you doing? What is in that shot?” I gasped, ignoring his command only a minute ago, to not speak unless commanded to.

“I’m now going to fuck you, little slave. This shot will help you to feel nothing,” he said with a smirking grin on his face, as he put the needle back down.

Once again, my mind was racing wildly, trying to comprehend the situation I was in. I feared that he was going to hurt me badly, especially since I was never fucked before. Suddenly, my dizziness started to fade away, and my entire body started to go numb. I started to relax, despite what was about to happen to me.

Without a word, he got back on the bed, hovering for a moment above me, looking down at me with a confident smile. He lowered his massive body down on top of me, burying me completely underneath him, with his face only inches away from mine. I could feel him breathing on me, and noticed that his breath still smelled like beer. While he looked straight into my eyes, I could feel him shift his weight over me, and then I felt a tremendous force moving up my ass, and knew that it was his penis making entry into my body. He kept sliding it in slowly, further and further, stretching my hole more and more. I knew this wasn’t good at all, and he was probably already tearing and ripping my body apart. Yet, I could do nothing. I didn’t even feel any pain. I was now completely dazed and numb.

Smiling, he grabbed my hair again, and started to hump me with more and more force, as I laid there numb and restrained, totally powerless to resist him. Once again, I thought this was a dream. He was so close to me that I could see the pores on his smooth skin. “This isn’t hurting me at all,” I thought to myself, “and man, he is so beautiful! I can’t believe I am getting fucked by him.” Then I started to convince myself that as long as it didn’t hurt, I mentally invited him to fuck me. “Are you kidding,” I thought to myself, “I am being fucked by a god. I might as well enjoy this. If this drug can allow me to not feel any pain, I hope he fucks me every day!” I totally relaxed in his bed, let down my guard completely, and allowed him to use me for his complete pleasure and satisfaction. He was having his way with me and I felt so lucky.

He then lowered his face on to mine. Instead of kissing me, his tongue came out of his mouth, and he started to lick, suck, and even nibble on my face, slowly, as if he was tasting me. As he pushed his cock deeper into my body with greater force, he continued to eat my face with greater force, licking and biting me harder and harder. Even though I couldn’t feel any pain, it still felt like he was biting hard enough to draw blood, judging by his heavy breathing, the fierce look on his face, and the way he pulled on my flesh with his teeth. I couldn’t tell how long this escapade lasted, but once again, he let out a long release of breath onto my face, and resting his chin on my cheek, he slowed his humping motion on me to a complete stop. I could tell that he shot another load of cum, this time into my body. It was over, I thought, and I survived the ordeal. I had to admit to myself, that even though I was nervous and numb, I really enjoyed it, a lot!

He got off the bed, then stood there staring at me again, smiling, and wiping his cock clean. I continued to feel more and more numb, and all I could do was look back at him. I didn’t even have the strength to talk any more. I felt totally paralyzed, and my head started spinning again.

He sat back down on the bed beside me, and continued smiling. “I just want you to know,” he said, “that as much as I enjoyed having you as my slave, I think I will enjoy you more by eating you. You are going to be my next meal, and I’m really looking forward to it.”

I looked back at him, totally confused, and unable to move or talk. All I could do was listen to what he said. I still had enough mental faculty left in me to realize that the drug he shot into my arm was causing all this. I was still alert enough to debate in my mind, what he meant by “my next meal”.

“The formula you saw me sip in the kitchen consists of herbs and plant minerals that once absorbed into my body, acts as numbing agent when released into my victim. That stuff was in my cum, and was absorbed into your body perfectly. Ancient tribesmen used to use it to subdue their mates, and even their enemies. It would render them harmless and tame, and many were forced into slavery this way.”

I now remembered the bottle of green liquid he sipped. How stupid I was to not question that, yet, how was I to know.

“The drug I shot into your arm,” he said almost laughing at me, “will actually cause you to shrink. The more I give you, the more you shrink. And I gave you a big dose. You will become small enough that I can pick you up with one hand and eat you, when the time is right. It is also made from some real cool herbal stuff from the far east, and too much of it can be extremely lethal. But I assure you, that now I’ve had enough practice to perfect the formula, and it will only shrink you down to the perfect size, not kill you.

I continued to look at him, with my eyes wide open, in total disbelief to what I was hearing. Now I know for sure that I am all fucked up with this drug, and that I am just hallucinating all this. This has to be some wild drug trip I am going through. Yet I couldn’t talk. All I could do is lay there, totally numb and paralyzed, and speechless.

He reached over, and unfastened the hand cuffs, and then he untied my ankles.

Again, smiling at me, seemingly proud of his accomplishment, he spoke to me one more time. “I’m going to go into my living room little slave, sit down and watch some TV, have another beer or two, and I will come back and check up on you a little later, once my drug has done its work on you.” He laughed again, and gloated over me, as he turned to walk out of the bedroom, turning off the light, and closing the door.

I laid there on his bed, in total darkness, bleeding off into uncouciousness. My last thoughts were all confused and mashed together; thoughts of him biting and licking my face. It was a sick and twisted feeling, thinking that if this was true, I was about to be eaten by a young gorgeous athletic man, someone who moments ago, I said I would do anything for. And the words he spoke kept repeating over and over again while I was fading out, “you are going to be my next meal, you are going to be my next meal, you are going to be my next meal, … my next meal….” My eyes closed, and I remembered nothing else.

The End