Predator: The Island
By: Tim

Officer Mike Kelly gazed at the muscular young man sitting across from him on the crappy sofa, fidgeting nervously. The big kid was guilty as hell, there was no doubt about that. Kelly had been on the force for 20 years and he knew guilt when he saw it. Of course, sometimes the courts didn't see it that way, so he had to take matters into his own hands and administer his own form of punishment, but he could tell when he was being lied to, like right now. What's more, he knew a lot more about what happened in the locker room than the kid Doug thought.

He continued questioning the college football player in an even, steady tone. "So, Doug, you're telling me you don't remember seeing Ryan even though the gym's surveillance tape shows you not only spotting him on several lifts but walking right behind him as he went into the locker area?"

"No, sir, I don't recall seeing him. I spot lots of guys all the time, it's not like I remember each one," Doug said, and giggled nervously. Kelly narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah, Officer, ya think we're in there checkin' out guys?" chimed in Doug's housemate Brad, who was sprawled out all over an unfortunate, sagging recliner with the remote control in one hand and a huge sub sandwich in the other, a six-pack of beer wedged nicely between his hairy, thick legs. Now here's a mental giant, thought Kelly to himself as he glanced over at Brad. Built like a fucking Mack truck but he's got the brains of a gnat. He'd played football with guys like that in college. Amiable as hell, but definitely not too swift. It was the guys like Doug that raised Kelly's suspicion: not an overgrown puppy dog, but powerfully built and intelligent. Kind of like Kelly himself, the cop thought smugly. He was a linebacker in college just like

Doug. Definitely one of the most brutal and physical positions to play, it called upon a man to think - anticipate moves, fake guys out, all to one end: domination. An intelligent football player knew how to scope out his opponent, psyche him out and beat him. He'd looked up Doug's academic records too. The kid was no slouch in the brains department. What he was doing hanging out with a dumbass like Brad was beyond Kelly's comprehension. Double major in biology and kinesiology, 3.5 GPA. Not bad looking, either: 6'3", 250, buzzed blond hair, tan, blue eyes. But you're going down, pretty boy, thought Kelly as he gazed calmly at the kid. Doug looked away nervously. Gotcha, thought Kelly. Don't fuck with Daddy, boy.

That was the advantage of his age and experience....age, experience, and a formidable, powerful body. When Kelly brought those three factors to bear on an interview with a suspect, he could make the most defiant punk beg for mercy. But the nature of this crime intrigued him and he knew he had to play things a bit differently than usual. Doug was big, and smart, but he was still a kid, only 23, and Kelly knew with a little work he'd break him. He was exactly the same size as Doug, rock solid from years of lifting, running, hitting the punching bag, karate - any sport drew him, he excelled in them all, and he was stronger and more fit than guys half his 42 years. He took special pleasure in busting punks, which made his work highly satisfying. The fact that he never advanced to sergeant or lieutenant was balanced by the fact that he got to stay out on the street kicking punk ass whenever he wanted. If Kelly came upon a punk, and there were no witnesses, all bets were off. He liked roughing up a suspect when no one was around, and he had quite a few weapons in his physical arsenal which he didn't hesitate to use if he felt like it and there were no witnesses.

Brad flicked the remote control and changed from a football program to a nature special on snakes eating their prey and was immediately enraptured by the program. Officer Kelly almost burst out laughing when he saw the big dumb jock's jaw slacken and his eyes glaze over, staring at the television. Fuck, he's gonna drool on himself! the cop thought. He decided to play it cool with the linebacker and his stupid sidekick and do a little surveillance work himself. "If you boys remember anything, here's my card," Kelly said in a businesslike, cheerful voice. "We may need to question you some more, so stick around the area for the next few days, OK?"

"Sure, Officer," Doug replied. Brad was still riveted to the image on the television screen of a python eating a pig twice its size. Mike Kelly smiled to himself and went to the door. He knew what kind of evidence he needed, he knew where to start looking for it, and it wouldn't take long to find it if it was as big as he suspected it would be. Once out the front door, he slipped down the side path and let himself in the back yard. He could see it right away under the shade of a large tree at the back of the yard. He slowly walked towards it, looking carefully over his shoulder at the house to make sure he wasn't being watched, and stood in front of the massive evidence.

There was only one way Kelly knew of to generate a pile of shit this big, and that was to swallow and digest an entire man.

Kelly looked back at the house. "You're all mine, son," he whispered to himself.

***

Had this case crossed his desk a year earlier, Mike Kelly wouldn't have dreamed that the college muscleboy Ryan disappeared because someone had swallowed him alive. In fact, if someone had told him that one man could swallow another, he would have scoffed. But after his vacation, things were different.

Mike took a two week vacation every year, usually to the tropics where he could lie on a beach or by a pool, drink himself into a stupor, and fuck cabana boys to his heart's content. With his beefy, muscular body, slightly receding hairline and darkly handsome black Irish looks, he had no problem at all bagging any young guy he wanted. Once he had them in his room, the beach boy usually regretted the experience of being at the mercy of the big cop's brutal and insatiable sexual urges and escaped as soon as he could, but the next day there was always a new conquest.

On Kelly's most recent vacation, he stayed at a beach with a view of a small island not too far away. After a couple of days, the only action he'd had was admiring glances from Eddie, the kid who brought his room service orders. Mike pretended he didn't see Eddie checking him out and trying to catch his eye. The kid was on the small side and Mike liked bigger guys who could stand up to some punishment. Still, if push came to shove, Eddie would do if he couldn't find anyone else to service him.

The island was off limits: small, weatherbeaten signs posted along the beach warned visitors not to swim to the island. One morning he was lying on the sand sipping the first margarita of the day when a young man walked by. Kelly, his eyes obscured by sunglasses, spotted the guy quickly and felt a familiar urge in his groin. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, thought Mike Kelly, and he called out. "Hey!"

The guy turned to look at Mike and his handsome young face lit up. "Hey man! What's up?"

Mike got to his feet and strolled over to the passerby. "Yeah, I was wondering if you knew...uh, how serious they are about not swimming to the island. It looks like a great swim to me," he smiled, extending a beefy hand. "I'm Mike, by the way."

The kid smiled and offered his own hand. "I'm Dan," he said, flashing two perfectly even, white rows of teeth. God, the guy was probably 21, wearing nothing but shorts, trim athletic build, great tan, dark, wavy hair...and from the way he stood, and the shape he was in, probably a nice ass, too. Kelly imagined overpowering young Dan forcefully, mounting that tight ass and taking full possession of it.

"You know, I heard it was just because there was a shark attack a long time ago, but it was before they built that breakwater and they haven't seen sharks around the bay in a long time," Dan said, indicating the structure with an offhand gesture. "Those signs are awfully old. I bet you could swim out there no problem."

"Ya think?" the cop grinned. "I'm up for that challenge. You wanna race?" He could barely contain his excitement when the kid lit up like a 5-year-old finding a puppy under the Christmas tree. "Hell yeah, I'll race ya, man!" Dan exclaimed. Ka-ching, Kelly thought. Once they got to the island, he'd wrestle the kid down and fuck his brains out.

"Let's go!" yelled Kelly, sprinting off towards the water. Dan raced after him, and they dove into the water and started off for the island with a series of powerful freestyle strokes. It turned out to be a bit longer swim than they expected. After twenty minutes, the two men arrived at a cove on the island at the same time, exhausted.

"Fuck!" said Kelly excitedly. "Farther than it looks! Good swim!"

"Yeah," panted Dan. "Let's sit over there and take a breather before we head back." They headed over to the mouth of a small cave and sprawled out on the warm sand.

"Yeah, all I need now is a cold one and a blow job," Kelly laughed, checking for the kid's response out of the corner of his eye. Dan smiled. "No shit," he laughed, lying back on the sand. Fuck, this kid was beautiful, the cop thought as he surveyed the young athlete's body. Full shoulders, pumped from the swim; great chest, just a little hair, treasure trail, and the very beginnings of a six-pack. Yeah, I'm gonna have some of that, Mike thought...right after I take a little nap. He lay back on the sand, and the combination of the warm sun and the exertion of the swim conspired to make them both drowsy. Within a few minutes they were both dozing lightly.

Mike was awakened suddenly by a strange noise, a combination of sucking, slurping and groaning punctuated by some high-pitched yelps. How long had he been asleep? He squinted up - the sun was high in the sky and shining brightly down on the beach. There was a big shadow... and the noises became louder. Mike looked over to where Dan was lying, and blinked, and looked again.

The shadow was the form of the most enormous man Mike Kelly had seen in his life: a tall, massively built native with dark eyes, olive skin and black hair, looming over young Dan. Mike pushed himself up on his elbows and blinked again. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The huge native was holding Dan's hairy, tanned legs by both hands, had shoved the kid's feet into his hugely distended mouth up to the ankles, and was slowly pulling him along the sand, all the while taking Dan's body into his mouth an inch at a time. Dan was yelping and trying to find something to grab onto to pull himself out of the clutches of the monster, but there was only sand. The kid looked over at Mike helplessly. "Help me!" he screamed. "He's eating me! Do something! Help!"

Mike was transfixed by the sight. The native's dark eyes were locked on him with a stare that clearly said, Don't fuck with my food. Dan was in up to his knees now, and his thrashing and screaming becoming more and more urgent. "Help me! Don't just sit there! Please!"

Mike just sat there, trying to take in the reality of what he was seeing, and realizing that the scene in front of him was extremely compelling and arousing. He could have gotten a stick or a rock or something and thrown it at the beast, but.... he didn't want to. And it really wasn't because the native was about 400 pounds and could've kicked Mike's ass. It wasn't that at all, although Mike instinctively knew Dan wasn't his to fuck any more. Finally, after what seemed like years, the small, barely coherent thought formed in Mike Kelly's brain: I want to watch this guy get swallowed alive. This is the fucking hottest thing I have ever seen. One man overpowering another and eating him whole. Fuck.

Dan was in the native's mouth up to his hips now, pleading and screaming for help, but Mike wasn't going to help. There wasn't any use, at this point: Dan's struggling and protests were getting weaker as more and more of his beautiful body disappeared into the gaping mouth of the hungry predator. He sat and watched as the enormous native slowly and fully consumed Dan's muscular 175 pounds with no difficulty, then sat back heavily on the sand, hands on his distended belly, and released a long, wet belch. Mike stared at the guy's gut: it was moving, churning, changing shape; its contents were still alive. The massive man belched again, even longer and louder this time, and the movement in his gut slowly stopped. He's digesting him, thought Mike. This guy just fucking ate this young buck, and now he's digesting him like he was a cheeseburger. Holy fucking shit.

The native slowly got to his feet, staggering a little with the added weight of his large meal. He looked down at Mike, and the two men stared at each other for a long time. Fuck, what if he wants to eat me too, the cop thought, hoping the huge predator had already satisfied his ravenous hunger. He must have, for after a time he turned away, lumbered off down the beach, and disappeared into some trees.

As soon as the native was out of sight, Mike sprang to his feet, sped to the water, plunged in and began swimming for shore as fast as he could.

***

Mike hit shore and ran straight for his room. Gasping for breath, he exploded into the room, slammed the door behind him and locked it; a small, distant part of his brain laughing at the fact that no lock would stop what he had just seen on the island.

He stood there a minute, trying to catch his breath and his composure, bent over, hands on his knees... and as he began to recover, he realized he couldn't erase the image of what he had seen. Behind the constantly replaying scene of Dan's thrashing fate, a question formed and forced itself to the front of his mind: Could I do that? Then it became, I want to do that.

He sat heavily on the bed and started to think seriously. How the fuck did that guy eat a whole fully grown man? Did it take any special talent? Some kind of island magic bullshit? Or did it just take size and power? After all, the guy was twice Dan's size.... and Dan was a big boy, a young athlete in his prime. Not the kind of guy you'd think would end up as an entire meal for another man. Maybe all it took was a big size difference. Mike opened his mouth as wide as he could. No way could he fit a whole man in there! He glanced at himself in the mirror across from the bed, then looked again. Yeah....nice. Mike Kelly stood up and faced himself in the mirror and scrutinized his big body carefully, flexing a little. Broad shoulders, big guns... and there was no doubt he could eat a lot. He always won eating contests, always had a big appetite from all the exercising and sports. Maybe if he started with someone small, someone he could easily overpower and try to cram into his mouth, then maybe it would work. Then he had the idea. He reached for the phone. "Room service?"

***

He paced back and forth for the half hour it took for the room service order to arrive, sweating nervously, the tension building in his entire body. I've got to know if I can do this, Mike thought. He didn't think about what he would do if he failed. When the knock finally came, it startled him. He closed the blinds, then opened the door and looked down at Eddie.

"Room service! Steak dinner," Eddie chirped brightly, wheeling the cart with its covered trays and dishes into Mike's room. Mike waited until he was well into the room, then quietly closed and locked the door and walked up behind him as he began moving dishes from the cart onto the table.

Mike put his hands on Eddie's shoulders, still behind him. Eddie froze. "Why don't you just come over here for a minute and help me out with something," Mike said huskily. Eddie couldn't believe his ears - this big American stud he had been lusting after for the last few days actually wanted him! "Oh....why, sure," Eddie replied, trailing off as Mike began running his hands all over Eddie's smaller body. The kid was actually in good shape - small, but tight and toned. Mike's large hands covered every inch of Eddie's torso, though what Eddie thought was the big man's lust was nothing more than Mike trying to decide how he was going to stuff him into his gut. Well, there was only one way to find out.

He picked Eddie up, carried him over to the bed, threw him on it, and pounced on him, holding his wrists to keep him pinned down. Mike could feel his cock getting hard, but it wasn't the same way he felt when he was about to nail a guy. Something about this was different. He lay down on top of Eddie, putting just enough pressure on him to keep him in place, relishing the feeling of the playful struggling beneath him and holding in his mind the image of muscular Dan and the native, Dan's legs firmly stuck in the native's mouth, Dan squirming and trying to free himself and get away, the native slowly and deliberately pushing more and more of Dan into his mouth until there was no Dan left except for a big lump in the native's stomach.... The thoughts excited Mike and he began rubbing his heavy body on Eddie's harder and harder, pressing him into the mattress.

"Ow... you're hurting me.... Let me up...." Eddie murmured. This big American guy was hot, but Eddie started getting nervous - he was really too big and heavy for Eddie to handle, and the reality of the situation wasn't as fun as the fantasy; something he couldn't put his finger on was scaring him. "Okay, stop.... let me go....I have to go back to work... Get off me!" Mike didn't hear any of it. His eyes were closed and all he could think of was fully consuming what was now his prey. Then all thought stopped as his predatory instinct completely took over.

Mike couldn't explain to himself later how everything happened. At the time, he simply grasped Eddie's head firmly and pulled it towards his mouth, which suddenly opened wide and consumed the boy's head. Eddie squirmed furiously, and Mike could hear muffled screaming coming from inside his own mouth. He relaxed his full weight onto the kid and the screaming and wiggling stopped, but the position was awkward for advancing Eddie down his throat. Mike laid there on top of his prey for a few seconds and then slid off him, grabbed his torso with both hands and started pushing him in hard. It was surprisingly easy. Even with the struggling and thrashing, all Mike had to do was keep a steady pressure. Physically, Eddie was no match for the big cop, so there was nowhere else for him to go but down. Mike squeezed his eyes shut; his head was spinning from the intense sensation of fully engulfing the smaller man. Even though he went around dominating everyone else all the time, nothing he had ever experienced compared to this. He thought about what was happening and how the day before he wouldn't have believed it, and realized he wanted it to happen again, and again, whenever he wanted it to. He was going to be having punks for lunch from now on.

After ten minutes of slow, firm pushing and swallowing, it was over: Eddie was fully contained inside Mike's swollen gut. The feeling of bloating and pressure was incredible. Mike belched uncomfortably and loudly several times, which helped a little, then laid back on the bed for a minute, still feeling the movement of his prey in his belly. He flexed his abdominal muscles a few times, dampening the struggling considerably. After another couple of prolonged, earsplitting belches, things in his gut became quiet.

After a few more minutes he got up, went over to the room service cart, sat down on the edge of the bed and rapidly polished off the five course steak dinner he'd ordered. How the fuck could I still be hungry? he thought. I just ate 125 pounds of meat. Then he piled all the dirty dishes on the cart, wheeled it outside, shut and locked his door, and fell asleep watching the sports channel.

The End