Zapper!
By: AKickInside and JockSwallower

Oh boy. There he is. Stay calm. It’s a public place. Nothing’s going to happen to me in a shopping mall. I’ve rehearsed this moment for weeks. I’m so nervous. If I’m right about this guy, who knows where this’ll go? If I’m wrong, he’ll make me a laughing stock.

“Hi, JS!” He’s swinging round. He’s smiling his sexy smile. He reaches out a hand. We shake. “How are you?”

“Simon! I’m good, thanks.” He seems genuinely pleased to see me. “You haven’t been to the gym in a while. Still worried about people disappearing?”

“Yeah, you could say that. Four guys in as many weeks – freaky!” JS tells me not to worry. There’s bound to be a logical explanation. It’s time to talk food. “Can I buy you lunch?”

“Thanks, but I’ve already eaten.”

“Anyone I know?” The colour drains from his face. He cocks his head as if to ask me to repeat myself. There’s no turning back. “JS, I know what you’re doing. But I don’t know how, and I’m fucked if I know why.”

“What are you talking about, dude?” It’s as if the hubbub of the heaving mall falls silent. “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” He’s squaring up to me. I’m starting to sweat. “If so, we need to talk some.”

So I was right all along. Those four young men each ended up as muscle fuel. JS demands a serious conversation. I’m reluctant to stray too far from the safety of bustling shoppers. Relief: He agrees to a mineral water at Starbucks. We’re sitting opposite one another. He looks around to ensure that nobody else will catch what he’s about to say. This I’ve just got to hear.

“Human absorption,” he tells me. “It’s the best feeling in the world – eating another guy.” JS is beginning to enthuse. He’s proud. “I can open up and swallow a guy your size whole. I gulped down the first and second like that. I made them blow my dick first. The third one I sucked up my butt – whole. That was just the best sensation! A little dangerous, though. I could damage myself.” He laughs.

“And the forth?” I’m fascinated buy this guy’s lust for power.

“Cute David? I shrank him to about six inches and sent him down without even gulping. I just relaxed my throat and gullet and he sank. Fuck! That was awesome. He really screamed! I could still feel him wriggling around a full hour after I ate him. That’s got to be my favourite method.”

“How the hell did you shrink him?”

“It’s a device I picked up from an oil company I worked for last year. It was suppose to be for non-destructive testing on pipelines. It never worked properly. They threw it out. I took it off their hands. I just wanted the parts: The crawler dolly, camera, inferred gun…” I’m about to ask the next obvious question when JS completes the story. “I found out what it could do just by accident. I zapped next door’s cat – I nearly shrank myself! I just had to try it out on someone, and David had been trying to get into my pants for months. He was easy meat.”

“JS, everyone wants to get into your pants. You’re a very sexy guy.” I wish I hadn’t said that. “I mean, you take care of yourself, your appearance…”

“It doesn’t hurt, you know.”

“What doesn’t hurt?”

“Getting zapped.” JS is smirking. “David said it was like the feeling you get on a roller coaster. He actually enjoyed that part. It’s when I told him that he was on the menu that he got all upset. I can’t think why.”

“And what about getting eaten – does that hurt?”

“It’s all very gentle.” JS leans across the table and fixes his eyes on mine. “Like I say, I just relax my throat and gullet, and gravity does the rest. Think of all that soft, warm slippery flesh wrapped around you, taking you deep into my hot muscular body, the body you find so sexy.”

I’m shaking. He’s coming on to me. Could this be for real? Or is he just playing around with me? It must be a joke. He would never have told me all of this if it were true. I’ve been a fool. Of course it’s not true. I’m feeling stupid and JS knows it.

“You’re blushing, Simon.”

“Sorry, JS. You must think I’m an idiot. I’ll let you get on with your shopping. Maybe I’ll see you down the gym sometime.” I get up to leave but JS insist I sit down again. He has more to say.

“Don’t feel embarrassed. You haven’t made a mistake. Now you’re nervous. I understand that. But you know and I know that you want me to eat you up.” It’s true, I do. But I can’t bring myself to say the words. Anyhow, this is science fiction. But what a fantasy! He continues. “Do you want me to have you for dinner or breakfast?”

“Is there a difference?”

“If you’re impatient, I’ll have you for dinner,” he’s looking at his watch, “you won’t have long to wait. It’ll be in about three hours from now. But you’ll have to share my stomach with everything I’ve already eaten today. It’ll be like drowning in puke.”

“Yuck!” That’s an instant turn off. Next question: “What about if you have me for breakfast?”

“Now you’re talking.” He shuffles on his chair. His eyes sparkle. “You spend the entire evening sucking my dick, and however else I want you to serve me. Later we cuddle up for a good night’s sleep. In the morning my stomach will be empty and ready for meat. I’ll let you blow the candle one last time before I shrink you. Then I send you down… alive… and whole.” His stare burns into me. “Simon, I want to feel you squirming deep inside me. Be my food.” He licks his beautiful lips with his big agile tongue – an invitation to role-play and real sex! JS is taking me home! My heart skips a beat! I nearly cum in my pants!

It’s now 2am. What a night! JS made me suck his huge fat boner until I gagged. He came twice - one creamy load down my throat and the other up my ass, which is now in tatters. He made me lick his armpits and feet. He sat on my face and kept me there for an hour or more lapping his musky hole. Then he turned around and used his massive sweaty balls for breath control, laughing wickedly each time I broke into a frantic struggle. He even made me kneel in the bath tub while he pissed over me. Only then was I allowed to jerk-off. Now I’m dozing off safe in his arms, just as he promised. He holds me tight and sniffs. “You smell like a jockstrap.” I wish I could smell like this all the time, but I won’t tell him that!

Next thing I know the sun is peeping through the curtains. I’m still snuggled up to this sexy animal, my head resting on his chest as I listen to his heart. I glance up to see him looking down at me. “Did you sleep okay?” I nod. “I bet you did. You really worked last night!” I wriggle slightly, as if I could get any closer! “I’ve got a bit of a morning wood going on down there, and another load of jizz. Be a good boy.” I don’t have to be told twice. The covers are peeled back and I’m on the case. “My sac is like a porridge factory. I could fill a bucket in a week.” I could worship this man forever. “You might want to take your time seeing as this is your last sexual pleasure before you take a trip to Shit City.” I look up at his tight abdominal muscles as they flex. I wonder what life, and death, would be like on the inside. “You still don’t believe me, do you?” His voice is calm and happy, testament to my oral skills. He rests his hands on the back of my neck. “The zapper is all set up in the back bedroom. I call it Frank.” I try not to laugh. “It only takes about twenty seconds.” He bucks his hips as he shoots. I love the way his shaft shudders. Suddenly I have ‘penis breath’ again.

Frank is a scruffy contraption built into what looks like a free-standing shower cubicle with glass on all four sides. There’s an array of wires and tubes, a rusty-looking device where the showerhead should be, and a large black cross on its yellow floor. On the outside, near the door handle, is a metal box about the size of a cigarette packet screwed to the framework. It has a single red light, and a couple of old-fashioned toggle switches. It’s all been a very surreal experience: Me confronting JS, accusing him of cannibalism. He tells me he’s guilty, but I don’t believe him. Then the incredible sex we had last night. And now the two of us standing naked in his back bedroom looking at something out of ‘Lost in Space’ while I wonder how long the taste of cum will linger.

JS opens the cubicle door. “Step in.” He’s smiling. “You don’t believe me so there’s nothing for you to worry about, is there?” I really can’t back out at this stage. But I can’t help wondering what he’ll say or do when nothing much happens. So I step inside. He closes the door. It’s surprisingly airtight and soundproof. He mouths to me the words, “Stand on the cross.” So I do. He flicks one of the switches. I hear a faint high-pitched whistle. A green light comes from nowhere. He grins at me through the glass and flicks the second switch. Zap! It feels like a mild electric shock and descending at great speed in an elevator.

“Wake up, Simon. It’s time for breakfast.” I’m opening my eyes. We’re back in the master bedroom. I’m draped across his palm. JS sniggers. I’m momentarily speechless. His handsome face seems huge. This must be a dream! “I want you to be fully awake before I slide you down my gullet. I wouldn’t want you to miss a moment of such a beautiful experience.”

“JS, you did it! You really did it!” I reach out and wrap my arms around his little finger and thumb. “But you’re not actually going to swallow me, are you?”

“Fuck, yes!” He hoots with laughter as he sits on the bed. “You know that ass you spent so long licking last night?” I nod. He brings me close to his lips. “Well, that’s where you’ll be coming out in a few hours from now.” A broad grin lights up his face as he looks deep into my terrified eyes. “See, Simple Simon, I’m going to eat you up, digest you, turn you into a steaming piece of shit, and flush you away.”

“No, JS!” He wraps his finger around my trembling body. I start to panic. “Don’t eat me, man. Please don’t eat me!”

“Now you’re getting all upset, and that just won’t do.” His morning breath drifts into my face. “All you have to do is relax and slide.” That big agile tongue appears and sweeps across his lips. “You look so fucking tasty, dude. I can’t wait to feel you slithering down – ALIVE!”

“I’m begging you!” I break out into a cold sweat, shaking. My mind is dizzy with fear, wondering just how disgusting it’ll be, imagining the smells of his stomach, picturing him sitting on the toilet and blowing me out. “Don’t hurt me! I’ll do anything for you!”

“Whatever.”

Suddenly I’m staring into his gaping mouth. His huge tongue slides out. He’s pushing me onto it and tilting back his head. The taste bud-covered muscle beneath me heaves and undulates as I slip head first into his vast drooling cave. His pink inner flesh is soft, warm and slimy. His uvula flaps with his every breath. His tonsils squelch as he flexes his throat to frighten me. I call out to him as I attempt to grab hold of his molars to halt my advance. It’s no good. He closes his mouth enough to force my face into the yellowed downward slope of his tongue. His saliva glands are in overdrive as he positions me, all the time flexing that ugly throat, drawing me deeper. His mouth opens wide again, letting in light and cold air. His throat stretches. I can see right down his gullet! It’s huge! Lumps of snot trickle down its walls. Then a rumble, a gurgle, and a rasping stinking belch blows over me. I’m deafened by a burst of laughter.

“JS!” My shoulders now push aside his tonsils. He’s tipping back his head just a little more. “For fuck sake, don’t let me die! Don’t eat me!” I feel his big fingers pushing on my feet. I start to cry. “I don’t want to be shit! Please don’t turn me into shit!”

I can sense his elation as he hears me begging for my life. Suddenly I’m vertical, upside down. His head is at full tilt. His tongue jolts back and forth. There’s nothing I can do but yell tearfully as I sink into the steamy darkness. His oesophagus grabs me and begins to squeeze me down, smothering me in slime. As promised, without even gulping, he sends me to my doom. I splutter, gasping for air as this merciless suffocating tube ripples and pulls, eventually forcing me through a tight powerful valve.

Absolute darkness, searing heat, and the most hideous stench: I have arrived in JS’s eager stomach. I drop into a pool of gastric bile. Its acidic fumes make me gag. Breathing is difficult, but I am slowly getting used to the stink. I wriggle and squirm as the prison walls contract around me. He’s done it. He has put me in my place. JS has had me for breakfast.

His heart beat ever-strong. His lungs roar, taking in fresh air, as I begin to crave oxygen. His intestines moan impatiently. I’m sloshed around as JS gets on with his day. We can read one another’s minds: He knows I’m feeling utterly humiliated at the thought of being his next dump. He knows that I am frightened. And I know he’s gloating, delighted to have me suffering inside him.

Fifteen minutes have past since I slithered down. I’m feeling faint. How long can I survive? I wish he’d swallow down some fresh air for me. Instead, he belches, long and hard. A brief struggle…

The End