Belly Dance
By: Semibu
“Well, what do we have here?” smirked Shane on entering the backroom and spying a cowering 12-incher in the corner. “If it isn’t my dear old friend Mike, Mr Big!” The naked runt backed against the wall as Shane closed the door, the dance music turning to a dull and constant thud. “Looks like you’ve spun in your last set.”
“Shane,” trembled Mike. “What the hell is going on, my head’s in a complete mess. I can barely focus. It’s just like the room has quadrupled in size.”
“Wrong, little fella,” gloated Shane as he stooped down and snatched Mike from the cold dusty floor. “You shrank.”
In just a few second, as Shane brought him to his huge, grinning face, Mike’s mind raced through the events of the past few weeks and the past few minutes. He had seen wild DJ Shane bringing the house down at a rival club and just had to get him on the team at the Propaganda Palace. He was good looking, energetic and a picture in his cut down jeans and over-sized vest. This hadn’t been Mike’s best move. He wanted to give this guy a decent break, and maybe explore the real man behind those dark glasses. He’s never expected DJ Shane to be such a runaway success. His talent spotting had earned him a wad of cash but this was just a sweetener to what lie in store.
The party animals on Propaganda’s gay nights loved the new fresh-face and his music. So much so that Mike soon found himself out-classed but still very much in lust. The more popular Shane became, the more Mike hated him, and the more he wanted to enjoy the pleasures of that fit slender body, just to put him in his place.
“What do you mean, ‘I shrank’, Shane?” stammered Mike, staring at his own reflection in Shane’s shades. “How’s all this happened, for fuck sake?”
“Well, I may have only been here a few weeks but I’ve got you all worked out.”
“I don’t understand,” shrugged Mike, looking down at the floor way below.
“You got me here not because you like what I do, but because you want me.” Shane tightened his grip. “You just want to lay me. Isn’t that right Mike? You like to be in control. You want to be in control of me, right? ”
“I like you, yes,” confessed the helpless midget. “But I never meant…”
“Shut up, y’ little fuck!” snapped Shane with what had become something of a trademark snarl. “You’re in here every night when I take my break, just sitting there, sipping on my gin and waiting for another chance to eye me up. Yet you know I’m straight. So why piss me off?”
“I’m trying to explain,” Mike was almost in tears as he beheld Shane’s broad jagged smile. “I just wanted to get to know you, make you feel at home here. I wanted you to do well out there.”
“Like I need help from a guy like you!” giggled the giant. “Man, you’re too old for all this stuff. And you too old for me!”
“Shane, listen…”
“But that never stops you from waiting here every night, like some ageing spider on his web, swigging on my liquor. Only this time the booze was spiked.”
“You mean, you’ve done this to me?” Mike was pale with fright. “Get me back to normal, please!” He pushed down at the long fingers wrapped around his miniscule shaking frame.
“You kidding?” Mike peered nervously into Shane’s bright gaping jaws as he roared with laughter. “I’ve got a busy night ahead – I need energy, Mike. I need you!”
“What the fuck are you saying?”
“I’m gonna eat you alive!”
“No!” Mike was in absolute panic.
“Yes, Mike. Yes!” Shane loosened his belt with his free hand. “How about some action before you go!”
“Shane, think about what you’re doing!”
Shane’s jeans dropped to the floor as he reached back and locked the door. He then placed a thumb in the waistband of his shorts, pulled them open and dropped Mike inside. Now a pathetic eight inches, Mike was smaller than Shane’s ample dick. He wrapped his arms around the mighty length as he fell against it. His feet slid down against two enormous balls. Darkness. The waistband snapped shut and Shane began to massage his squealing prisoner against his sweaty monster. As it became erect the thick wrinkled foreskin peeled back to reveal a stinking purple helmet. The overwhelming stench took Mike’s breath away as Shane continued to rub him up. Holding Mike against the full length of his bludgeon, Shane dropped his shorts. Mike screwed up his eyes against the light.
“Hey, I could jerk myself off with you on my dick!” pondered the DJ. “Imagine drowning in my jizz, Mike!”
“Shane, no!” pleaded Mike, catching his breath, his face pushed firmly against the throbbing dripping tip. “Don’t hurt me!”
“Who said anything about hurting you?” Shane held up his victim. “I just want to have some fun before I eat you. Hey, you want some butt action?” he enquired. “Maybe I should shove you up there.”
“Oh, fuck, no!” Mike was horrified. “Don’t, please, Shane!”
“Yeah, sure,” added Shane. “I could stuff you up and let you suffocate. Bet you’d like it up there, all nice and warm and cosy.”
“You wouldn’t! Tell me you wouldn’t!” pleaded Mike, tears trickling down his face.
“Ah, shucks!” sympathised Shane sarcastically. “I’ve made you cry. What’s wrong, don’t you like my backside? Don’t you want to be smothered in shit and crushed to death?”
“No!”
“Well, don’t worry.” Shane’s tone was soothing. “I’m going to leave all that kinda stuff to the guys who like it. My hole is exit only. Still,” he added. “It is really sweaty and you would make a great little ass-wipe”
With that, Shane introduced his chum to his crack. Mike was unable to speak as he was eased between two firm buttocks and slid gently up and down against sticky skin. By now, what with the aromas from Shane’s penis and the musk of his rear, Mike stank. After he’d pressed Mike’s face against his sphincter for a few seconds, Shane raised his meal aloft by his feet. Humiliated Mike gasped and felt dizzy from the sudden change in altitude. Looking down he watched Shane’s vast mouth opening with a smile. He squealed in disbelief as Shane’s fat slimy tongue extended.
“Shane,” he screamed as he was slapped face down on the velvety expanse, “ I’m begging you!”
It was all Shane could do to stop himself from laughing. With head tipped back and jaws at full stretch, he flexed and opened his throat. He knew the sight of that hungry void would further distress his prey. Mike almost froze with terror as Shane lowered him into his drooling cave, all the while his tongue quivering, positioning and manipulating with ease.
“Please don’t eat me!” Mike was close to passing out with fright. “Please don’t eat me!” he repeated as his head, shoulders and middle advanced. “Your throat is huge, it’s fucking huge, man. Don’t let go, please!”
Shane released his grip. Mike lunged down, his head jamming between two squashy tonsils, a slick uvula draped across the back of his neck. He could only shriek in horror as that already dilated throat adjusted and stretched further to accommodate him. Shane hauled in his tender tongue, taking Mike a little further. Holding the reluctant meal in place with his upper teeth, he slid out his tongue again. Then easing his grip, hauled his tongue back in. Mike was now slithering beyond its slippery brow and entering Shane’s awesome gullet. The handsome predator took a deep breath. Mike knew instinctively that this was it!
“Don’t swallow me!” he screeched at the top of his tiny voice. “Shane, please, no!”
Suddenly, the surrounding soft flesh contracted about him and squeezed him into utter submission. His arms were forced by his sides, his head bent forwards into the darkness. Shane gulped. He gulped again. Mike vanished alive, whole and head first between his moist lips and down his flexing oesophagus. Mike, bewildered and afraid, fought for air as he dropped towards his new but temporary home. With a slurp, he was rushed unceremoniously into Shane’s eager stomach. There was no other food there but him. He struggled helplessly in the darkness as the unmistakeable vile smell of digestive acids filled his nostrils. Suddenly, the intimate sounds of Shane’s insides were interrupted by the familiar thud of the dance floor. Shane was lining up more top beats to entertain the crowd - A crowd ignorant of the fact that their favourite DJ had a living human being within his smooth perspiring skin. Of course, the music drowned out Shane’s colossal belch. He smiled to himself as he felt Mike wriggling around. Mike was scared, really scared. His air had all but gone. Powerful oozing walls were closing in on him. The heat and stench were unbearable. Mike knew that his eater was enjoying every moment of his demise, and already looking forward to very special dump. Mike also knew it wouldn’t be long before the gorgeous brute snuffed him out and digested him.
“Goodnight, Mike,” laughed Shane after a second rasping belch. “You’re all mine, sucker!”