Roughly Ate O'Clock
By: AKickInside and FootballGulper

Big guys scare me. Aggressive guys scare me. And big aggressive Jeff is the ever-hungry animal you’d do everything to avoid. Boy, does he scare me! He’s one of the sharpest football talents around. Nobody messes with Jeff. He’s 6’4”, broad-shouldered, muscular, tough, and hung like a horse. The only small thing about him is his agenda: Football, sex and EATING! That’s it. But I guess a small agenda is easy to stick to.

A couple of months ago, right here in this gym locker room, our paths crossed for the first time. I’ve felt out of my depth ever since. There was nobody else around. He was butt naked, spectacular, and on his way to the showers. He looked down at me as he strolled by. A grin spread across his thick lips, his perfect white teeth sparkled. Out of nowhere he said: “I'm not a real complicated guy. I’m just a big, rough, horny, hungry football jock. Not the brightest bulb in the bunch - but I don't need to be to waste YOUR punk ass, do I?” He nudged me aside gently, and went on his way, laughing. “It’s the law of the jungle, dude. Big animals eat little ones. And some day soon I’m gonna eat you up - ALIVE. I just decided. It’s that simple, bro. You’re gonna be my shit, man!”

Me? At the time I took this as just an unsubtle hint that I should give him a wide berth – or else! But that unexpected confrontation has replayed in my head ever since: The last thing on my mind before I go to sleep, the first thing on my mind when I wake up. So why do I find him sexy, even though he says he’s going to eat me up? You’d have to see and hear him, and watch him play football to really understand.

Now, just imagine how you’d feel if you were me, that little punk ass, minding your own little business in your own little world, getting changed for your own little workout, and convinced that Big Jeff had already left the building. I’m stripped and all alone in the locker room, wondering if I should wear socks tonight. I can’t see the main door from here, but I hear it creak open and slam shut. “Is there a punk ass in the house? See, I’ve just had a real tough workout, and I’m ready to eat!” Fuck, it’s Jeff! He’s locked us in! “I need some fresh food inside me!” All too soon he’s turned the corner. A smile soaks his menacing face as he sees me scrambling for my clothes – I have to get out of here! “No need to get dressed for dinner, dude.” I almost faint from fear as he adds, “I like my meat raw, and as it comes.” He chuckles. “You look like just what I need!”

There are fifty lockers here, why does Jeff’s just happens to be right next to mine? I’m rooted to the spot. I can only watch in horror as he opens his locker door, pulls out his kit bag and starts bundling my clothes and shoes into it. “Guess you won’t be needin’ these anymore.” My guts churn with nerves. His guts churn with an urgent need for protein. “Hey! Nice shirt, bro! I’ll use it to wipe my ass after I shit you out.” He peels off his sweaty vest and steps out of his shorts. My heart sinks. He’s just so vast – every bit the man I could only dream of being.

“Look, Jeff, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get in your way.” I step up to him and dare to reach out. “I’ve booked a treadmill for eight o’clock.” I touch his huge calloused hands. “If I’m not there soon, I’ll lose it. Give me a few seconds, and my training gear, and I’ll be gone.”

“Forget the treadmill.” He grabs my wrists and pulls me close. My face slams against his bulbous pectorals. “You know exactly where you’re gonna be at eight o’clock, punk ass.” I look up into his hardened smile. “You’re gonna be where you always belonged – behind my abs, getting crushed and mushed, digested and flushed. Then you really will be gone - gone for good, you worthless little prick!”

I try to break free, frantically tugging and kicking. “Oh, so you wanna play rough!” SLAP! A huge palm lands on the side of my head. CRACK! A row of knuckles bloodies my nose. THUD! A fist to my middle has me falling to the cold floor. I gasp for breath. CRUNCH! He’s on top of me, straddling my chest and giving me a close up of his firm ass. He makes his tight buns twitch as he slides them closer and closer to my face.

“Hey, I think the last loser I ate has a message for you, bro!” He spreads his cheeks, pushes his greasy, musky hole over my mouth, lets out a deep rancid blast, and roars with laughter. I cough and splutter, realising that this is how I’m going to smell once he’s finished with me. “Now, lick my ass!” He releases his cheeks. They close in around my face as he relaxes his sphincter, allowing my tongue to probe into the bitterness. He rides down and wriggles, smothering me. “You’re now worshippin’ the very butt hole that’s gonna be blowin’ you out when my guts are all done with you. Make the most of it, dude.” I have no choice.

Suddenly, just as I start to thrash my legs in suffocating panic, he stands. He’s pulling me up by my hair, and now forcing me to kneel. Dazed by my ordeal, I’m now focusing on his fat sweaty balls, and his massive throbbing erection – it’s five times the size of mine!

“Tenderisin’ you makes me all hard and horny, punk ass.” He shoves my face into his swollen sac. Despite my fear, his man-stink turns me on. I lap his swollen testicles, trying to calculate how much cum they hold. Gently, I scratch his pubes as I serve. He seems to like it. Maybe I’m winning him over. Maybe he actually likes me.

“Now suck my dick, WUSS!” Maybe he doesn’t like me after all. He yanks my ears. As I open my mouth to yell, he rams in his stinking, choking boner, and starts shafting my face! “I don’t usually do this kinda thing. But hey, it’s not like you’re gonna tell any one!” He chuckles as I taste his unwashed manliness. “Fuck, you’re so worthless, bro,” he continues. “I’m gonna beat you up and eat you up just for fun!” Numb with pain, humiliation and fear, I do my best to satisfy him, hoping upon hope that if I perform well, he might spare me. Who am I kidding? Now, moments later, and with a gushing sigh, he shoots like a bull – in my mouth, across my face, in my hair. “Don’t worry, dude. I got plenty more juice where that came from. Maybe I should pump some up your tight little wussy butt.” I just know his gigantic member could split me in two. I try to explain. But he insists I relax and get used to the idea of taking what I deserve. But just what have I done to deserve this?

“Don’t do it, Jeff. Please don’t!” He’s pinning me facedown on the hard dusty floor. His arms wrap up and around my shoulders. His legs force mine apart. “It’ll be like you trying to stuff a roll of carpet through a keyhole. Jeff! Don’t do it!” A broad, grasping, wet palm silences my mouth, and I smell and taste the familiar sweat he’s wiped from his crotch, armpits and ass-crack. Pain gives way to acceptance – just as Jeff knew it would. He penetrates me.

Although he’s hurting me, I take all he has to give, not daring to complain. “You like this?” I nod. “Good. Makes it all legal.” He humps me and humps me and humps me, groaning, and almost wrenching my head from my shoulders as he shoots another thick load. His withdrawal is slow, and cuts that fine line between pleasure and pain. I now understand his absolute control over me.

Any ordinary guy would roll off and take a break. But this is no ordinary guy. This is Jeff. He kneels, flips me onto my back, and stands tall over me – his size-12 feet either side of my battered torso, his dangerous cock dripping – WOW, that’s just been all the way up my ass! Just as I think he’s all done, he kicks me, first to the right of my ribs and then to the left. “Stand up, bro. I gotta tell you a load of stuff before I swallow you.” He reaches down and hauls me to my feet. Weak and bruised, I fall against him. “Hey, your nose has stopped bleeding!” For a moment I worry that he’ll hit me again. But he holds me close to his fabulously powerful body, supporting me. Maybe this is where he apologises. Maybe this is where he says he’ll put things right.

“It’s eight o’clock, dude,” he informs me as I raise my head to peer deep into his shining eyes. “Don’t you have to be someplace?”

“The treadmill?” Maybe he’ll just let me go now.

“No, man,” he whispers, “Inside me. You gotta be inside me. Remember?”

“Jeff, please…”

“I wanna feel you squirming behind my abs, bro. I wanna feel you suffer and die. I’m gonna suck you in, waste you, and blow you out.”

“Bret,” I start to snivel. “Don’t eat me, Jeff.” His strong fingers begin to dig into my skin. “Please don’t eat me.”

“Don’t eat you?” He feigns disbelief. “Don’t you want to be inside me?”

“Yes! I mean, no! I mean…”

“Just what DO you mean?”

“I mean, please, please, please don’t eat me!” He allows me to reach up and put my arms around his neck. He knows I crave affection as much as he desires food. I stare into his now-drooling lips, those thick hungry drooling lips. “Don’t eat me, man. I’m so begging you.” He opens up a little, so I can see the potential deadliness of his granite teeth, contrasted by the welcoming softness of his vast tongue. “I beg you.” I’m already considering my options: Resist and be crunched and chewed, or cooperate and go down alive and whole to be trashed at his leisure, and for his pleasure. “I’m frightened.”

“Bro, I don’t give a fuckin’ shit if you’re frightened,” he mutters into my face as he tightens his arms around my feeble body, aggravating the agony of my injuries. “Second thoughts,” he laughs, “I do give a shit – a big fat steamin’ shit with YOUR name on it. Dude, you’re just a turd waiting to happen.” He goes from calm to angry. “You should fuckin’ thank me! You should be fuckin’ HONOURED I’m gonna make you a part of this perfect fuckin’ body. You should be begging to be a piece of fuckin’ shit sliding out this perfect fuckin’ ass – the ass YOU licked!”

“If I do thank you,” I cry, “you eat me alive and turn me to shit.” I’m starting to imagine myself as a turd. This is freaky. “If I don’t thank you, you eat me alive and turn me to shit!”

“You got it.”

“Punch me out first,” I stammer. “Please.”

“No way, dude!” He’s astounded at my request. “You really don’t get this, do you, punk ass! I’ve still got a gallon of jizz waitin’ to go. I’m gonna jerk off as YOU get wasted, see? It’s the best feeling in the world, man.” He settles. “Then, when I’m through hurtin’ you, I’ll just let go a big loud burp and finish you off. I decide when you die, bro, not you!” I want to speak but can’t think of anything to say, until he asks, “Feelin’ worthless?”

“You know I am.”

“Well, you’re gonna feel like SHIT tomorrow!” He rocks with laughter. “Sorry to keep goin’ on and on about it, but I love turnin’ guys into shit. I love the look of fear on their faces when they know I’m gonna turn them into shit!”

Conversation over: His hot gaping mouth descends: His fat lips stretch. A long, broad tongue darts out. Steaming breath warms my chilled body. He growls like a wild beast as his rib-cracking teeth chomp around my chest, digging in hard. “Jeff! No! Please, no!” He lunges down again, even harder than before. I’m staring in disbelief at his widening throat – dark and red and treacherous. Fuck, it’s huge and ugly and beautiful! His mighty tongue heaves and manipulates me, tasting me. I feel so lost and small.

He inhales deeply through his nostrils. My arms are unceremoniously bent behind my back as he crams and stuffs me into his carnivorous chute. This is it! He’s eating me alive! Hot, slippery flesh tightens around me. GULP! “Jeff!” GULP! “Spare me and I’ll lick your ass and suck your dick forever, man!” He heard that, and he knows that I truly would. But he’s starving. He’s bored with me, and wants to trash me – for fun. “Please!” That’s the last thing he hears me say. GULP! Forward and downward - he envelopes me, squeezes me, crushes me – brutally, mercilessly. GULP! Smothered and drenched in saliva and slime, I’m sucked, slurped and swallowed whole. Even with my fertile mind, I could never have imagined what it would really feel like, physically and emotionally, to be eaten alive by this hunk. GULP!

He’s done it! Jeff has devoured me! There’s no turning back! It stinks in here! Stinks! But so what? I am just food, upside down in his hot churning stomach, twisting my head from side to side, trying not to drown in foul acidic bile. I can hardly move. And I probably don’t show up as even a slight bulge behind these perfect abdominal rocks! This is the ultimate horror – being trapped alive inside Jeff’s gut - exactly where he wants me. Just where he knew I’d always end up.

And tomorrow, when he’s making a mess of the opposition on the football field, nobody will fathom out where he got the energy and strength. Only he will know that it’s all because he swallowed down a certain little punk ass wuss the night before! Then I guess it’ll be my turn to make a mess of the toilet bowl!

But here and now, as if it were possible, his powerful stomach is getting tighter and tighter around me. The pressure shifts my body around. I can breathe! In all this claustrophobic gunk and heat and stench and darkness – a tiny amount of air! Yet any second I’m going to die. He’s just playing with me. Fuck, I’m going to be digested! Jeff’s going to use me for muscle fuel and blow out whatever’s left! He’s having fun snuffing out my inferior little life! And he’s even going to wipe his ass on my favourite shirt!

Fuck, I hate him! But if I hate him, how come I’ve got this erection? No! He’s flexing his abs! He’s crushing me! I struggle and wriggle. He’s beating off as he feels me squirm. Jeff shoots. Jeff Burps. I mean BURPS – long and loud – a real big one. Just to torment me, he even makes that satisfied ‘ah’ sound at the end. My slimy 98.6 world caves in. I suffocate. I’m trashed. Jeff gets on with his life, looking forward to his next game, looking forward to his next dump, looking forward to his next meal! It’s like I never happened.

The End