Ryan's Fan Diet
By: Cutie
Well, I guess I asked for it. My obsession with Ryan (the fullness of
his rosy, meaty lips; the hard, almost aggresive way in which he
locks his eyes on you; his tall, athletic frame; his blond locks; the
overall hot sensuality of his demeanor: his long, cat-like strides,
his words softly and deliberately pronounced while he fixes his eyes
on you as if he were stripping you naked) finally trapped me in his
net. I am now helpless, unable to escape, terrified but also sexually
aroused at the approaching absolute and final possesion of me. I am
now his little toy, not more than six inches tall, "snack size" as he
said to me this morning when he told me all about his taste for live
human food. "I'm going to eat you, maybe tomorrow or next week", he
said to me, "just like the fifteen fans I've had before and who are
now somewhere inside me". And he cruelly smiled and licked his lips
and rubbed his belly while he said it. I got goosebumps all over,
whether from fear or lust, I couldn't really say. It's probably both.
Call me Frank, or whatever. Soon it wont matter. Until yesterday, I
did my job as best I could in the California company that employed me
to do what I was trained to do. I am 28 years old, and frankly quite
attractive, with a well defined body, bright green eyes, a nice
smile, soft light brown hair. For a long time I've been obssesed with
Hollywood male stars, especially the younger set, and Ryan was one of
them. I collected pics, I became a member of their fan clubs, I
fantasized wonderful romantic and very hot stories with each one of
them. And then it happened.
The day before yesterday I decided to make use of my week long
vacation and travel to Hollywood to get closer to my beautiful
heroes. I bought a stars' map to spot the places they live in, and
took a tour around their fancy mansions to get as near as possible to
them. And then, when we least expected, the guide announced that Ryan
wanted to welcome us to Hollywood and sign some autographs. Wow, I
just couldn't believe my luck! We entered a very elegant mansion, led
to a large hall and made to take our seats in luscious sofas and
puffs set about the floor. And then he made his appearance.
I had collected and saved in my computer many, many photographs of
Ryan. I have a whole collection of posters and magazines with him on
the cover. But never could I have imagined him as hot as he is in
person. Maybe there are better looking guys than him. Maybe. But Ryan
is lust and sensuality personified. The way he moves, the fixed
stares he gives people as if scrutinizing them, his kissable lips,
just made me melt with desire and deep longing. I was hooked. And, to
my astonishment and delight, he noticed. I say he did, because he
wrote me a personal message in the pamphlet that I handed him when he
gave autographs to the group. I trembled all over first while he
wrote and signed it, because he stared at me with his hard and
sensuos look, as if searching deep into my brain. And then I saw what
he had written and my heart almost fell out of my mouth. "I'll have
the champagne ready just for you and me this evening at 7. Bring this
with you and don't tell a soul". The purpose of the invitation was
plain enough, a night of lust and sex obviously, or so I thought, and
the complicity expressed in the last sentence made it even more
obvious. I now understand that he simply wanted to make sure that no
clues of my dissapearance would be traceable to him.
I got ready. I showered and perfumed myself, I shaved my legs to make
them smooth to sight and feel, I even took an aenema to clean my love
canal and lubed it generously to have it ready for him. I put on a
very sexy brief that highlighted my thighs, my ass and my cock, and
dressed in my fanciest casual clothes (I looked smashing on the
mirror). As a fancy finishing touch I applied a little color to my
lips in order to brighten them, and a bit of noir to my eyelashes to
make them look longer and my eyes larger. I looked so beautiful that
I felt like making love to myself. But it was for Ryan that I had
taken all this trouble, it was him I wanted to pleasure. So I said to
him in my mind: "Ryan, take me. I willingly give myself to you to do
with as you please". Little did I imagine how literally he would do
just that.
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At his mansion Ryan was also getting ready for his night of
pleasure. "That guy Frank, really had the heats for me. He was
practically begging me to take him, and I'm not going to pass up an
opportunity like that. He's both fuckable and edible." Ryan's hardon
was almost painful, but he refrained from touching himself. He
prefered to wait.
He decided to wear an outfit that would both reveal his well defined
body and clearly convey his will to exert power and domination over
others: white translucent shirt open down to the fourth button to
reveal his smooth and well defined torso, tight black leather pants
to highlight his slender figure and his sensuality, wide leather belt
and boots to express toughness.... And the androginous touch: a light
golden chain around his neck, another around a wrist, and a ring in
one ear. He knew that these details both introduced the mystery of
ambiguity, and by contrast evidenced even more his rough sensuality.
Now he was ready. Or almost.
One hour before his fan was due to arrive, Ryan entered a room that
was locked to anyone but him. Once inside he closed the door, put on
the light, and approached the cupboard. He reached inside, and took
out a small metal cage, which he placed on the table. In it, three
very frightened little midgets, not more than six inches tall,
huddled together seeking useless protection. They knew what Ryan
wanted, they had gone through it before, and were very much afraid.
But, strangely enough, they were also quite aroused, as could be
clearly seen by their growing erection. Ryan noticed, and he
chuckled. He sat on a chair facing the cage, brought down his face
very near to his little guys, and started to enjoy himself.
"I'll be fucking a hot fan of mine tonight, and I want one of you
inside me when I do it because it is sooo hot. Any volunteer?"
Nobody moved. They all trembled, but their erections got even harder.
Ryan was so hot!
"I will eventually eat all three of you, so it's just a question of
who goes first."
Silence. Ryan smiled. He was enjoying this.
"You all look so tasty! It's so difficult to make up my mind. Hm,
let's see...Bob, how about you?"
Bob tried to hide behind his two fellow prisoners, but Ryan easily
caught and held him between two fingers. With Bob firmly in his grip,
Ryan sat back on the chair and brought the tiny guy close to his
mouth. Bob trembled with fear, but Ryan also noticed his erection,
and laughed.
"You see, you just love getting eaten by me!"
He then took out his tongue and with the tip of it softly played with
Bob's penis until he made him come. Ryan tasted the cum.
"Mmmmmm.... If your cum tastes this good, you yourself must taste
even better!"
Ryan took out his tongue again, gently lay Bob on it face down, drew
his tongue back in and closed his mouth. Pinning Bob with his tongue
against the roof of his mouth, Ryan gently rubbed Bob's body over and
over, tasting him. He loved the taste of a guy in fear because the
adrenalin gave the flesh a punget flavor that he really liked. He
exagerated his pleasure by smacking his lips, closing his eyes and
humming while his tongue continue to feed its taste buds. Inside
Ryan's mouth Bob found himself tossed about like a piece of candy,
the giant tongue coiling around and over every part of his body. He
was terrified at the prospect of being swallowed any moment, but he
couldn't keep out of his mind the image of the beautiful Ryan who was
doing this to him. He was still very hot for Ryan, and being inside
his mouth was fantasy come true. And then Bob came again, and Ryan
smiled, happy and content. The taste of fresh, human flesh, spiced
with adrenalin and topped with a little cum was incredibly delicious.
At last Ryan opened his mouth and picked up the spent Bob, putting
him back in the cage. Secured, for future consumption. Now, he would
eat.
Ryan's cock hardened even more out of anticipation. He stood up and
softly stroke his crotch while he hungryly stared at his three little
human insects. Reduced to snack size, these formerly useless guys,
utterly expendable in an overly populated world, now at least had
been given a life purpose and a mission: to provide him, Ryan, with
sensual gratification, to satisfy his need and his lust to physically
posses nice looking kids and guys, to enjoy them sexually and then
eat them, to savour their fear but also to carefully instill in them
a sweet death-wish, a longing to merge into him. And then, when a guy
was psychologically ready, Ryan knew that, even if the little fellow
recoiled from terror, deep down he would welcome his fate. And for
Ryan this meant that his little victim would cooperate. Once inside
his belly, where he would live on for a few days while being slowly
assimilated, he would move about and respond to Ryan's prompting, and
the pleasure, oooohhhh the pleasure…. Ryan's cock was about to
explode.
His heart accelerating with excited anticipation, his eyes shining
with lust, Ryan stretched out and picked up Freddy, the pizza
delivery boy he had brought home three weeks before. Freddy had been
such a good lay, that Ray had kept him for sex for four days,
something he almost never did. But now Freddy was ready to pleasure
him from the inside.
When Freddy realized that Ryan's eyes were fixed on him he knew his
time had come. As if in a dream, or maybe a nightmare, he saw the arm
stretching down to the cage and soon felt the two fingers closing
around his body. "Be brave", said Bob to him. "My thoughts are with
you", joined Maurice, his other fellow captive. Brought very close to
the giant's face, Freddy couldn't help gasping at his exceptional
beauty. The oval face, the smooth skin, the straight nose, the
pouting mouth, the rosy, meaty lips, the long eyelashes, the
prominent eyebrows, the black shiny eyes, the cruel hungry look on
them, the wonderful golden locks of his hair… The beautiful giant
smiled at him. "He's really enjoying this", Freddy thought. "He's now
centering his attention on me, relishing the thought of my taste in
his mouth, and how wonderful it'll be to feel me inside."
Ryan, always staring at Freddy's tiny eyes, making him shiver from
the overwhelming lust that they conveyed, with slow deliberateness
parted his rosy lips and stuck out his tongue. Freddy was then
gently placed on it, face down, just like Bob had been, and
introduced into the giant's mouth to be savored, only that this time
he knew it was a prelude to being swallowed. Freddy was rubbed and
tossed about, pressed against Ryan's palate, while the sexy giant
hummed and rolled his head with exagerated expressions of pleasure,
mainly designed to mock the two little midgets that stared from down
below. Freddy couldn't help it: he came violently, over and over on
Ryan's tongue.
After a while of this, Ryan took out his tongue again and squinted
his eyes to look down at little Freddy, all covered with saliva. Ryan
then slowly moved the tip of his tongue over his lips, caressing
Freddy's body with them, kissing him sweetly. Freddy understood that
Ryan was making tender love to him just before he gulped him down.
Ryan then tilted his head back in order to align his throat with his
gullet, placed the tip of his index finger over Freddy's head and
gently pushed the boy down, swallowing him as soon as the head
reached his tonsils.
A wave of hot pleasure enveloped Ryan as he felt the little fellow
slowly slide down his gullet. He closed his eyes, swayed his head and
licked his lips (he still could taste the mixed flavor of the boy's
flesh, cum and adrenalin) humming his pleasure, while he placed a
hand over his stomach and down to his belly where he knew he would
soon be having delightful sensations.
Freddy went down Ryan's esophagus, feet first, and slowly slid down
to the giant's stomach. Ryan had carefully explained to him and the
other guys on a former ocassion that they would not be digested. That
they would not suffer. The enzyme incorporated into the shrinking
drug prevented stomach acids from doing their work, and the stomach
would be kept clean and comfortable during Freddy's stay. Instead of
vulgar digestion, Freddy would be assimilated gradually into Ryan.
The only thing he would feel is a growing weakness, coupled with his
gradual shrinking, down to the point of becoming just a spark of
energy that would die out and dissolve into Ryan's body. He didn't do
this out of compassion. He did because he loved to feel his boys move
about as much as possible, and respond to his promptings when Ryan
wanted to feel his guy inside. Ryan especially relished fucking
another boy with his little guy simultaneously being made love to
inside by his stomach muscles as he plunged his cock deep into boy
cunt.
And that was exactly why he had eaten Freddy now. Ray was just about
to arrive, and he was now ready for a very hot night of sex with his
latest acquisition. Because it was pretty obvious that after fucking
him to his heart's content (or his cock's content), Ray would take
Freddy's place in the cage, where he would be kept to toy with until
he was ready for consumption.
The bell rang. Ryan patted his stomach, where Freddy had just
arrived. "This is what I call synchronization", said Ryan aloud. The
two midgets were placed again in the cupboard, and Ryan went out to
welcome Ray.