Police
By: Eurovore
Uh oh…it’s a disclaimer! The following is a work of fiction. It contains non-consensual vore. Please do not read if you are offended by such subject matter. As stated 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.
As the car entered the lot, its headlight’s betrayed the two or three other cars hidden away in distant corners. David backed the car into a space near the entrance and killed the lights. He turned to his colleague, “We’ll just sit here for a while and watch”.
Mark smiled nervously at the older man. He didn’t know what to expect. Yes he was excited but part of him just didn’t believe Dave. I mean he thought to himself, what if the whole thing is just a big joke…played out on the new guy? He’d only been at the station for about two months. Two months of being a fully paid up member of Her Majesty’s constabulary and he knew that the older cops liked to wind up the new guys. Getting the piss taken out of you was a right of passage. Now here they were, in an unmarked car, half way through the night shift sitting in a car park by the beach in total darkness.
The best part of an hour past before Dave spoke to him again. In that time two or three cars had entered the lot, always secreting themselves in some dark corner, away from prying eyes. Through the darkness the two men could see rough shapes leaving vehicles and wondering down the path towards the beach. There could only be about 6 people down at the beach max. It wasn’t exactly a busy night. Dave told him to stay in the car. He switched his radio to silent and got out of the car, walking purposely towards the beach path. Dave was a big man. 6’3? A heavily built, handsome man in his mid forties. Mark liked him. He’d rapidly become a good mentor to young policeman. Keeping him out of trouble and quickly bringing the younger man into his confidence.
Mark sat staring into the darkness. There was no apparent movement. Another car entered the lot its lights momentarily illuminating the path to the beach. Mark saw Dave’s large frame striding back toward the car. The driver of the car that had just come in must have seen Dave too, in his uniform. The car did a u-turn and left.
Dave got back into the car with a huge grin on his face. “Great result bud, caught three of them just behind one of the dunes. Naked as they day they born and hard at it with each other. Never knew what hit them!”
“Where are they now? Did anyone see you?”
“Relax man, no one else was around. Sometimes folk walk further along the path. Any of the others are probably down there. Now hold your hand out”
Mark stared at his hand in utter disbelief. Resting in the palm of his hand was a naked little man. Perfect in every way, just an inch tall. The little man lay in Mark’s hand completely motionless. “Is he dead?”
“Nope. They are always out for a few minutes after the shrinking – helps make them easier to catch! He’ll only be out for a few minutes, so it’s up to you. Either do it now or wait until he’s awake!”
“I’m not sure I can” a tremble evident in the young man’s voice.
Dave rested his hand on the young man’s shoulder. “There is no going back now bud. You knew the score when we came down here. You wanted to see, you wanted to do it. I can’t have you knowing about this and not being a fully paid up member. Doesn’t work that way and you are smart enough to know that there is only one way I can ensure your silence if you decide not to join.”
Dave’s face was stone, his eyes fixed on Mark’s. For the first time Mark understood fully that there really was no going back. No way out and no one to blame but himself. He’d have to do it. Gently, Mark picked the motionless, shrunken man up between his thumb and forefinger and brought him up to his face for a closer look. I wonder who he was…is? Mark thought to himself.
“Go on Mark. It’s time. Do it.”
Mark opened his mouth and placed the little man on his tongue. It felt weird. He moved the man around his mouth for a few seconds. He sat there, his mouth closed, holding the little man in his mouth. Dave staring at him. Still he didn’t know if he could do it, but he also knew that there was no choice. He swallowed hard and felt the little man pass through his throat and into his stomach. Mark looked at Dave. Dave was grinning from ear to ear.
Part of Mark wanted to throw up. Part of Mark couldn’t believe what he’d just done. Part of Mark was thinking about the poor fucker who’d headed out for a late night cruise, probably just to get his cock sucked and was at this point in the stomach of a 23 year old police man. Part of Mark felt as guilty as all hell. Part of Mark was also aware that as he swallowed his first little victim, Mark had had the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced.
Dave grabbed Mark in his arms and roughly hugged him. “Congrats man, and welcome to the group! Something tells me you are going to enjoy this newfound experience. I’m really pleased too. I like you and I didn’t want to have to eat you, but if you hadn’t gone through with it, you know I would have. Remember that Mark. Remember that always”
A shiver went through Mark’s body.
Part two…
It was the end of the shift. PC Dave Anderson sat on the bench in the changing rooms; quietly observing is new colleague, Mark, through the throng of guys changing and the mist of steam escaping the showers. Mark really had proven himself tonight. Dave had had his doubts and a part of him had half expected to be sitting here digesting the remains of Mark Lloyd. Instead he watched silently as Mark bent over to untie his boots, his foot propped up on the bench in from of his locker. A smile escaped his face as watched muscles in Mark’s back flex with motion. Oh to be 23 he thought. Mark wasn’t the biggest guy at 5’8 but he had a good set of shoulders, broad, strong emphasised by his slim waist. Dave couldn’t ever remember a time when he had had a 28-inch waist like Mark’s, his arms were strong, well defined and he was certainly handsome. Several of the women PCs were much in awe of the new recruit to the station. Dave laughed to himself remembering back to his young days on the force and the attention that so many women had given him.
Mark’s apartment was typically a young man’s. Devoid of excess it was clean, simple, almost utilitarian. Dave smiled at Mark as he handed him the bottle of beer.
“How many others are there Dave?”
“I keep the number’s small. Apart from you and I there are three others. Paul in traffic, Jim in CID and your personal favourite DI Mike Stewart.”
Mark could feel his face flush as Dave sat opposite him with his shit-eating grin.
“Never try and fool an old cop son. Remember I was a cadet when you were born. I’ve seen the way you look at Mike. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna give you a hard time, out you or anything. I just wanted confirmation and the look on your face just now told me all I needed to know.”
“Naturally we have to be careful, can’t make pigs of ourselves. Tonight was the first harvest in ages. Last was six months ago. I always do it, head down to McPherson Point or somewhere where I know there are gonna be guys cruising and pick up a few. Sometimes I eat them before I even get back to the station. Other times, like the last time, I collect them. Had a boy’s night at my house. Football, beers and ‘snacks’. That last time I’d collected 16 over a period of a few weeks. Kept them in the garage at the back of house. That night we had four each. Fuckin’ lush man. See, I like it when they are awake and struggling. Begging not to be eaten. I like to swallow them whole. Love that feeling of them moving about inside me. Mike Stewart, he’s a right bastard and he likes to chew…. but it’s kinda cool to watch so I don’t mind!”
“Speaking of which I still have the other two!”
Dave unbuttoned the pocket in his shirt and extracted the two remaining men he had picked up earlier.
“Breakfast is served bud”
Kevin didn’t know what had hit him. One minute he’d been in a really hot threesome down on the beach at McPherson Point and then nothing but darkness, warmth and the strangely distant sounds of ordinary life. The blond haired guy was nowhere near but the skinhead he’d been sucking off was lying next to him, out for it. The fabric-covered walls around him were warm and moved rhythmically. It had taken him a good hour to figure it out. And he was bloody scared.
He stared up at the surreal face looking down on him. By Kevin’s reckoning he was only about 3 inches tall. The giant fingers wrapped his body in an unchallengeable grip. The face was massive. Ordinary, yet massive. Kevin could make out every hair on the young man’s face. Look at every dent and dimple. The guy holding was breathing heavily. His warm, exhaled breath washing over Kevin. Kevin wanted to speak. Wanted to communicate with the familiar monster holding him, find out what was happening and find a way out of it. Kevin also knew deep inside himself that there was no way out. He knew that this handsome twenty something giant was probably not going to be his friend. He also knew that the man holding him was listening to someone else. It was like noise all around him. The voice of the other man was so loud to him that it just became deafening, vibration.
The guy holding him just continued to stare down at him impassively. Suddenly everything blurred and his stomach rose in his body as the hand clasping him moved, bringing him upward. All Kevin could see was the massive lips parting and the dark, moist abyss of the giant’s mouth. He felt a scream rise within him, terror gripping every part of his body. He was aware of the warmth. The damp. The softness of the tongue he lay on. There was a pause. Kevin could see nothing. He knew he must have been in the guy’s mouth. He felt the movement of guy’s tongue and the slipping of his own body. He felt himself almost crushed before the relief of the pressure and airless stench. He’d been swallowed. Swallowed by another man. He tried to breathe but there was nothing but the dark.
Mark lay on his bed. The sun coming in the window, striking him and highlighting the ridges of his well defined torso. He rubbed his stomach. No ordinary food could ever compare. Nothing could compare to the feeling he had as his body processed the second of his lucky victims. Lucky for them, to be feeding his body. He had to have more.