Man Kicks Ass, Ass Eats Man
By: Semibu
Greg's gasp echoed around the lonely gym a he completed his 300th
power squat. He lifted his shirt and mopped his brow. Standing in
the doorway to the locker room and admiring Greg's every move and
sturdy physique was Jake.
"Don't burn out, now."
"How long have you been there, dude?"
"A while. I'm your trainer. It's my job. Look, we need to talk in
private. I sent the other guys out on a run. We're alone. I'll see
you in the showers."
Jake disappeared. Greg tidied up the equipment he'd been pounding
and followed on. As he strolled into the locker room he heard
running water and Jake's tuneless whistling from the steam. Greg
stripped, threw his damp clothes into his kit bag and made his way
over to the showers. He just stood there for a while watching Jake.
"You're our best. You need my special treatment." Jake was yelling,
assuming Greg was still at his locker.
He was about to yell out again when he noticed Greg standing there,
naked, glistening with perspiration and smiling. Jake couldn't help
but stare at the 20-year-old's impressive manhood. Jake peered down
at his own, rather shrivelled excuse for a penis and blushed.
"Give me some special treatment then," mumbled the ever-enticing
Greg.
"Well," announced a now rather nervous Jake. "It's the big match
tomorrow. You are our star football player. I need to check you for
sprains, strains and fractures. Lose tomorrow and I'll be on your
ass."
"You're always going on about my ass. 'Do this or I'll be on your
ass, do that or I'll be on your ass.' So start with my ass. I'll
just lay down here." Greg was soon spread-eagled on the still warm
shower floor.
"Go on," urged Greg. "Stick your toe into that juicy hole."
Jake wasn't slow on the up-take. He pushed a toe between Greg's firm
buns but felt no resistance. His foot slid in with a dull slurp and
was firmly stuck. Jake lost his balance and fell. He was in mild
panic and pushed his free foot against Greg's hungry butt. It opened
and took that one in too. Greg began to groan with glee. He flipped
himself over. Jake had no option but to follow suit as another slurp
dragged him in up to his waist.
"How are you doing this?" squealed Jake as he struggled between
Greg's gaping legs and tried to grip the shiny floor.
"Dunno. This my first time…and your last." Greg wore a broad,
gloating smile. "You always wanted my ass, now my ass has got you."
The youngster raised his legs, positioned his pelvis and, with a
sound akin to someone sucking in air to cool a mouthful of hot
spaghetti, dragged his prey in up to his chest. Jake tried in vain
to free himself by forcing his hands against the treacherous,
slippery rim. Greg suddenly relaxed his grasp, Jake's hands and arms
jolted and slipped within and Greg resumed his hold.
"Got, you now sucker!" sniggered Greg. "Boy, this feels so good. I'm
gonna take you all the way, dude. Like a human dildo."
"No! Please, I beg you!" cried the terrified Jake - his legs now
squelching the fresh, warm shit of Greg's ruthless tunnel. "Look,
I'll kiss your ass, I'll lick your ass all day, everyday if you
want! I'll even suck your dick! Just don't take me in any further,
please, Greg, or you'll suffocate me!"
The sensitive lips of Greg's mighty pucker flexed. Another slurp,
another squelch and only Jake's head was left protruding from the
hot, musky man-eating rear. Jake's continued struggles merely served
to stimulate Greg's smooth inner flesh. Greg laughed as he felt his
victim's panting breath on his plump, sweaty balls. Jake felt so
belittled by the size of his executioner's swollen balls.
"Oh, yes!" Greg was paradise. "It's like taking a dump when you've
been bustin' to go for hours - only in reverse!" he moaned. "A
little turd like you should feel quite at home up there."
"Any further, Greg, and I'm history!" Jake was almost in tears. He
couldn't believe that his entire life was now at the mercy of Greg's
vile hole.
"You're already history, dude. Now, kiss my nuts goodbye 'cos my ass
is ready for supper!" Greg waited a few seconds. "I said kiss my
nuts, boy!"
Jake obeyed and, as Greg roared with laughter, battled for air as
the greedy ring began contracting over his head and face. His life
flashed before him as his final cries for mercy were suddenly
muffled - then silence. The awesome sphincter finished off its
reluctant meal with last, wet slurp and closed tightly. Greg lowered
his legs, clenched his buns and flexed his formidable anal muscles.
He puffed through pursed lips as he felt Jake slithering into place
and squirming for his pathetic little life.
"Suffer, you bastard," he growled, "Suffer."
A few minutes passed by. There was still movement within, but Greg
was now feeling less bloated. He stood up and took a shower. He
couldn't imagine how he'd managed to suck up a fully-grown man. He
couldn't work out how Jake fitted in. All he did know was that it
felt just great!
Jake was still alive - but only just. He was trapped, overpowered
and doomed. He was suddenly inferior to another man's anus. He'd
been put in his place.