Ben
By: Eurovore
Uh oh…it’s a disclaimer! The following is a work of fiction. It contains violence, non-consensual vore and chewing. Please do not read if you are offended by such subject matter. As state, this is a work of fantasy and in no way does the author condone violence. If you wish to continue…I hope you enjoy reading it.
The music was pounding in my ears, the girls dancing next to me kept bashing into me, I ginned at them - the club was heaving with excited, happy people. I loved the song that was playing and as I danced around the floor I could feel the sweat running down my back and chest. This was what Sunday nights should be about. Through the rhythmic, flowing mass of people I spotted Ben standing on the raised platform at the side of the dance floor. He was looking at me smiling. The track ended and the DJ started to announce the next act on stage. Some bad drag queens miming to Kylie Minogue, so I started to push my way back to the edge of the floor, rescuing my drink en route. I made my way over to where Ben was standing. As I came up behind him I put my hand on his waist and deliberately, accidentally let it slipped down to rest on his small, firm ass. I kissed him on the cheek and he turned, smiled and squeezed my hand.
I had met Ben a couple of years ago at a party. We'd singled each other out of a dull crowed and almost inevitably got drunk together and ended up making a total exhibition of ourselves; me pushing him hard up against the hostesses’ cooker, getting stuck into each other like two teenagers. The next day we both agreed it was not one of our more stylish moments and sent the party hostess flowers by way of apology. Since then we'd only really seen each other at this club, every couple of months. We’d always pass most of the evening together, drinking, dancing and having the occasional kiss. At the end of the night we'd always walk home – we lived about two blocks from each other – but we'd always part company at his front door.
Ben was slightly shorter than I. He wasn't my usual `type' but there was something about that skinny waist and his `guy next-door' looks. I love that you see – the guy next-door type, ordinary lads you see in a bar, street or supermarket. Ben was also one of those great guys who looks all gentle and shy, yet get their pants off and suddenly it's Mr Testosterone. I can honestly say that Ben had given one of the best and one of the most unexpected `seeing to's' of my life, that one night we'd spent together. But nothing since. Friendly, sure, but no suggestion that he wanted a repeat.
The music in the club was getting tackier and louder. The crowd had thinned out to the usual suspects as the night wore on but the room was hotter than hell. I was feeling kinda happy and pressed myself up against Ben as we danced. Ben snuggled into my neck, kissing it gently. I put one arm around his waist, tucking my hand into the waistband of his Levis. I went for broke and pulled back a little, looking right into his eyes I gently kissed his lips. He smiled and kissed me back. I put my hand at the back of his neck and pulled him closer, kissing him, longer this time. We slowly stopped dancing and continued kissing. The music stopped. He turned away, keeping hold of my hand and leading me through the mass by the bar on outwards to the freezing December night air. By the time we made the short walk to my car I could feel my sweat-damp shirt starting to freeze. I put the car into Drive and turned to Ben. “So do I get to stay tonight then?” “Oh I think it's time don't you?” he replied. I rested my left hand in the warm crevice between his legs and pulled out into the traffic.
Ben was making coffee. I stood by the large window in his neat living room. I took a squashed pack of cigarettes out of my shirt pocket and lit one. Ben handed me a coffee mug. He sat on the sofa stretching his legs in front of him.
He leaned back, closing his eyes. I put my cigarette out and walked over to him. I got down on the floor in front of him and started to lick at the toe of his white Addidas sneaker. Ben opened his eyes looking down at me and laughed. “What are you doing?” I stopped licking his trainer and looked up at him. “Just indulged me Ben.” He let his head fall back onto the sofa and uncrossed his legs so I could get at both feet. I continued to lick, running my tongue down the side of the sneaker and up the three coloured strips and over his white-socked ankle. I started to undo the laces and slipped off the right sneaker. I lifted Ben's foot and rubbed the damp sole of his sock over my face, breathing deeply. “You like that then? The smell of my sweaty feet?”
“You Ben, have no idea how much the feeling and smell of your feet is turning me on. What can I say…I'm a sick man!” He laughed.
“I should stick you inside my trainer and make you stay there all day. That would soon put you off them!”
“Put me off, are you kidding? That would be a total fantasy come true for me.”
Ben sat upright, leaning forward stroking my hair. “Well my friend, if you are serious about that, then who am I to disappoint?”
I have no idea what happened but the next thing I was aware off I was lying naked on something soft. I opened my eyes and as my vision started to clear I was looking up at Ben's emotionless face. It was huge. I started to sit up and realised that I had been lying on the palm of his hand.
“Eh, Ben…what the fuck have you done?”
“Well my friend, you said that you wanted to be in the inside of my shoes, and you weren't about to fit in their in your normal state. So I did something about it. Cool isn't it?”
From where I was sitting it was kinda scary. What was going to happen to me, when would I get normal again? If Ben did carry out his threat then there was no way I'd be able to survive it. He'd crush me to death inside his sneaker. What had been a long-standing masturbatory fantasy was now a big reality and it had suddenly lost its appeal.
“Undo this Ben. Whatever you have done, undo it please. I don't want this”
Ben smirked. “What you want Jim is no longer important and I can’t undo it. You are five inches high and five inches high is how you'll remain.”
“Ben, this is not a joke. I have to get back to normal. What are you going to do with me? You can’t keep me like this!”
“You are right I can’t keep you like this, not forever, too much chance of getting found out. There is no going back for you unfortunately, but I promise you Jim, I'll try and give you the experience of a life time before the end.”
I had no time to react. He rapped his finger around my body and carried me through the house to the bedroom. He threw me on the bed and stood over me. I looked up at him. I was cold and had started to shake. “What are you going to do Ben?” I pleaded.
Ben started to get undressed, discarded his clothes on the floor. He already had a massive erection, and standing over me he started to jerk himself off. He picked me up in his hand and pressed me up against the length of his cock. Rubbing me up and down against it. Despite my fear, it was a fantastic feeling. I found myself getting hard. Ben had knelt down on the bed and taking me in his other had, he spat on me a couple of times and rubbed the saliva all over my body. It felt warm, kinda sticky. When I was coated in his spit he rubbed me over his balls and underneath him towards his ass. The crack of his ass was sweaty and damp, he rubbed be up between the cheeks. Suddenly he let go of me and held my body in place by clenching is ass cheeks together. I couldn't breath and as I squirmed to get free he just clenched tighter. Just as I couldn't take it any longer, he relaxed and I fell into the bed. Ben jumped off the bed and knelt by the side off it, his head close to where I had come to rest. His huge face was inches away from me and without warning he stuck out his tongue and licked me all over from my feet upwards. His tongue swept over me. It was like getting one massive blowjob! Ben stopped licking, opened his mouth wide and picked me up off the bed in his teeth. His incisors were digging into my ribs and I started screaming with pain and fear. Ben dropped me into his hand.
“For fuck sake what a fuss to make. It's not like I bit you in half!” He looked pissed off. I lay in his hand panting.
“How the hell do think I feel? I don't know what you are going to do” I screamed at him.
“Trust me Jim, you don't want to know what I can do to you and just for the record I am not going to eat you. I mean I could if I wanted, God knows your small enough, but right now I'm not hungry and anyway I promised you a ride in my shoes and with that in mind, it is time I got dressed for work.”
I realised I had no concept of what time it was. Ben carried me into his bathroom and set me down on a shelf above the toilet. He started to piss and I looked on and despite the pain from my side where Ben's teeth had dug into me I have to admit it was an awesome sight. This colossus standing before me, holding his cock, which was bigger than I was. Pissing.
Ben looked at me, laughed and said “You sick little bastard, getting a hardon at me taking a piss!” With that he picked me up and dropped me into the toilet. I dropped into the water with hard splash and desperately fought my way to the surface. Ben's stream of piss hit me on the head and I coughed and spluttered and I tried to get away, forced under the water by the force of the stream on my body. Ben stopped pissing and looked down at me as I struggled to keep my head above water. “Enjoy that did you? We'd better get you shorted out, or maybe I should just flush?”
His hand went to the handle and I started to scream up at him to stop. He reached down into the bowl, fishing me out and carrying me to the shower. Putting me on the floor of the shower he got in, standing astride me and turned on the water. For the next 10 minutes he washed himself and me by default. When he had finished towelling himself, he picked me up and wrapped me up in the towel, drying me
off. Back in the bedroom I sat on the floor and watched Ben get dressed into his suit for work. He sat on the edge of the bed and picked me up.
“It's like this Jim. If I were to put you inside my shoe you'd be crushed by the time we get to work. Now it is not that I wouldn't enjoy the feeling of crushing you to death inside my shoe as I drive to work, but I have something much more fun planned for you during the day and so you are going to have to ride with me somewhere a little safer.”
With that he stood up, unzipped his pants and pushed my body inside his underpants. I ended up squashed up against is soft, warm cock.
Ben was a teller at a bank in the city centre. As I lay there, hard up against his cock I could hear the distant noises of people transacting with Ben. The ride had not been too uncomfortable. It was very hot and quite hard to breath. Every now and again Ben would put his hand in his pocket and rearrange me and his balls to make himself more comfortable. I slipped down. Ben must have stood up and I was being squashed and pushed as he walked along. Suddenly Ben unzipped stuck his hand into his pants and pulled me out. He held me up to his face. “Was that good?” he smirked. “Now I got to work fast before my co-workers come in for their lunches. I've had to take an early lunch so we would be on our own for the next part.”
He put me down on the counter he was standing at and opened a bag, taking out a sandwich from it. He put the sandwich down on the counter next to me and opened it up. Extracting the chicken from among the salad in the sandwich he discarded it in the bin. “No need for that” he said looking at me. I got something much nicer for my lunch” and suddenly he picked me up and put me where the chicken had been. I started screaming, pleading for him not to eat me.
Ben just laughed and said “look I know I told you back at my place that I wasn't going to eat you, but I changed my mind and anyway I have to get rid of you somehow. This way I get lunch and there is no evidence to show what happened to you. Just a tasty snack for me and tomorrow, there will be nothing left of you except what I shit out. Kinda cool don't you think?”
Ben closed the bread around me and I started to fight to escape. Ben just held the sandwich more firmly and brought it up to his mouth. All I could see was Ben's mouth getting closer and opening to reveal his large teeth. As he put the sandwich in his mouth his tongue came up against my face and everything went dark. Then the crushing pain as Ben bit into his sandwich and me.
A month later Ben was standing back at the edge of the dance floor in the club. Jack, this tall, handsome guy who was one of the regulars had come up to him and been telling him all about how everyone was talking about Jim, one of the regulars who'd disappeared after being in the club a month ago. Ben had said how sad it was and that he'd known Jim quite well. No one new what has happened to him.
“It was like he'd just vanished off the face of the planet.” Jack offered.
“I know,” said Ben, “he was kinda cute too, perhaps some big lad just ate him up.”
Jack laughed and went towards the bar. As Ben watched Jack at the bar, he couldn't help but think about tomorrow’s breakfast.