One Way Out
By: Semibu
His fertile imagination had always allowed him to close his eyes and picture in every detail the scene from a shrunken man’s point of view. But Simon had never considered the physical difficulties during those moments of unbridled intimacy. Nor had he thought carefully about the fundamental predatory mentality required of anyone actually willing to assist him on such a venture across unknown sexually carnivorous territory. After years of fantasising and dreaming, he now found himself wedged between gaping legs, embracing a vast scrotum sac – each testicle the meaty equivalent of a show-stopping prize-winning watermelon. It hadn’t occurred to him in his ‘mind’s movie’ that they might be too heavy to lift, let alone stimulate! Close-up, the wrinkled bag was not the ravishing sight he’d expected either. Surrounding pubic hair was harsh. Sweat was stifling, and other masculine odours, although most of them expected, were quite overwhelming. On observing a row of determined knuckles embracing an ever-swelling rod, Simon was having second thoughts about his unusual request.
Ever-sweet Effin, on the other hand, was delighted and enthused by the entire scenario – and had been since the first of many a slurred discussion over far too many a beer. Effin, who’d always seemed to Simon as a most desirable twenty-something man, was rumoured to be game for almost anything sexual. He had, and this was possibly just an urban myth, once smeared his essentials with a savoury sandwich spread and had a neighbour’s pooch lick it all off. He had purchased a television, DVD, hi-fi and a nifty second hand car from the proceeds of his occasional ‘escort’ activities. He had even supplemented his student income by selling his soiled Calvin Klein undergarments over the net. And it was rumoured that he could open up sufficiently to deep throat a mature bull elephant – providing the elephant was paying, of course. Effin was indeed in touch with his every bodily function and desire – if not their limits or, more importantly, the long-term effects of abusing them. He was, in short, a devilishly sexy young oriental dude with nothing to lose.
As the claustrophobic ‘V’ of Effin’s legs narrowed, the recent past began to flash through Simon’s confused mind: Effin was never that interested – not back then. Perhaps, at 5’5”, he found Simon’s 5’10” and apparent masterly attitude, difficult to deal with – a turn-off even. After all, although short and trim, Effin preferred to be in control. But with Simon now a mere penis length in height, the evening there in his plush bedroom had the potential of being very much to his liking. What Simon had once considered a tiny oriental hand suddenly slapped him on the back and drove him forward between the semen-packed globes.
“Hey, little fuck,” groaned the smooth-skinned giant in his alluring accent, “why don’t you suffocate between my balls?”
“Effin!” yelled Simon as he sank into sticky folds of scrotal skin. “Get me out of here, will you? Don’t torment me! Please! Just swallow me like we agreed!”
“Maybe I’m not hungry,” suggested Effin. “Maybe I want to play with you while I build up an appetite. Look at what I’m doing.” He pushed his cock forward. “My dickhead is bigger than your head!” He laughed with newfound dominance. “Hey, little fuck, I want to see you lick it and kiss it.”
The tiny wimp had nothing to say for himself as the boyish beast reached down, scooped him up and delivered him onto a heaving field of abdominal perfection. This abrupt handling brought home again the previously unimagined realities of being the much-reduced partner of an uninhibited sex cavalier. In a confused blur, Simon was flipped onto his back and suddenly pinned beneath Effin’s unwashed erection. Wrapping his arms about the weighty member, Simon licked around the rim of the shining helmet. Despite his fears, he found himself hugging Effin’s length with unexpected enthusiasm, the recipient registering this to be desperate attempt at appeasement.
“You’re doin’ just fine,” complimented the Hong Kong hunk as he sprawled back with hands cradling the back of his spiked jet-black hair. “Keep doing that – it tickles.” He peered down his cute rounded nose and beyond to his miniscule buddy and sniggered. “You little fuck,” he added with a slightly more sinister chortle. “Look at you - serving my dick like a worthless slave!”
The weight of Effin’s ever-hardening penis was fast becoming too much for Simon. He’d started to groan beneath its virile bulk - his initial hug now turning into an obvious effort to shift the purple-veined bludgeon.
“Help me, Effin!” pleaded the runt. “Please help me!”
“Why should I help you?” Effin asked, returning to more innocent tones. “I like watching you struggle. It’s fun – and you do want me to have fun, right?”
“Maybe we should call this off until we’ve both got clear heads.” Simon was frantic. “You’re acting so strange. Just get me back to normal and we’ll call it a night. We can try again in a couple of days. Right now I want out!”
“Fuck you!” beamed the naughty young stud. “All this time you’ve pestered me with your freaky wants and needs – and when the time comes, you want out. Thing is, for you, there is only one way out: Through my shit hole!” As Effin roared with laughter, his manhood bounced up and down on the weakened prey. “Fuck you!”
Simon realised that he would have to pacify the beast if he were to survive. Falling silent for a few moments, he rethought his strategy. Should he acknowledge his own inferiority? Should he call Effin’s bluff? – Perhaps he was only kidding! Should he inform his captor that the consumption of human flesh is fraught with bacterial danger? Should he play on the fact that Effin wasn’t particularly hungry?
“Effin, I know you’re not really ready for a meal, especially me,” ventured Simon as a dribble of salty sweetness fell across his face. “Get me back up to normal size and I’ll work you up to starving! We can go out for a meal – my treat.”
“Boy, you’re cheesier than my dick!” roared Effin. “Two things,” he added after a moment’s consideration. “First: I can’t get you back to normal size – you’re fucked.”
“And the other thing?”
“I lied. I really am starving – you’re fucked again.”
“But…” Simon wiped Effin’s pre-emptive cock-drool from his straining face.
“The truth is,” interrupted the mischievous master, “I’ve done everything you wanted me to. I haven’t washed for a week. I haven’t eaten for over 12 hours. All I’ve had is water. My stomach is completely empty and ready and waiting for a fill of fresh living meat.”
“Effin, you’re confusing fantasy with reality!” insisted Simon. “I thought those drugs were just…I don’t know…cocaine or speed – something to get us in the mood for some serious role playing.”
“But in your tiny mind, your fantasy, I eat you.” Effin reached down and plucked the trembling prey from beneath his sticky member. “I eat you all up…” There was a pause, and then, “…alive and whole.”
“Let me explain, please!” panicked the seven-inch supper-to-be. “Yes, in my dreams you swallow me alive. But that’s just my mind. That’s just me telling myself that I want to be close to you - this is also me telling you that I want you to be in complete control. I want to give myself to you.”
“I am in control,” concurred the intolerably wicked cannibal bringing Simon to his luscious lips. “But you’re not giving yourself to me – I’m taking you. It is you who has confused fantasy with reality.”
“But you’re not going to…” Simon panted, “You wouldn’t…”
“I would.”
“But…”
“So many buts, Simple Simon,” smirked the cheeky Chinese chap. “So many buts.”
“But I didn’t think you would or even could…”
“There you go again: ‘But this, but that’. Boy, you go on!” Effin ran the tip of his gentle tongue across Simon’s worried face. “See, I’ve never really liked you,” he confessed. “All you ever care about is what you want. You’re a selfish bully, a shit. So I thought very carefully about your freaky sordid plan: If I could actually shrink you down to cock size – like you kept asking me to, I’d have no problem at all getting you down my legendary throat. Then I could swallow you and you really would be a shit – eventually,” a broad grin lit up his face, “a big fat piece of steaming shit. I could flush you out of my life forever.”
“Effin, I’m sorry,” groaned a helpless Simon, his face glistening from Effin’s tepid oral slime. “I’m sorry if I seemed imposing. If only you knew how I idolise you!” Attempting to remain composed as he scanned a smile slightly wider than his shoulders, Simon sniffed back tears of terror and sadness. “I know I can seem a little overpowering – but I want you. I need you. Like I said, that’s just me trying to get closer to you!”
“Oh really?” gloated the ravenous beast. “Well, how much closer can you get than inside me?”
“Effin, no! I don’t want to die! I’m frightened!”
“You do find me attractive, yes?”
“Yes!” howled the distraught midget as he searched Effin’s enormous face for even the slightest sign of concern. “You drive me mad! I couldn’t go on without you in my pathetic little life. Now you’ve got my pathetic little life at your mercy! Tell me this is just a game! Tell me you’re not going to swallow me! Please don’t eat me, Effin!”
As with any other encounter of a sexual nature, Effin had let the customer make the first move. He had never imposed himself on anyone. He never pestered or promised services he was unable to deliver. Simon had placed himself in this precarious situation. He was and would always be a problem. Simon had all the makings of a stalker. The solution was blatantly obvious. His conclusion was not well received.
“I can’t put up with you anymore,” he explained. “I’m putting you away. I’m gonna trash you.”
“Effin, don’t trash me! I love you!”
“No – you lust after me.” Effin held Simon ever closer to his mouth. “At first I enjoyed all the attention. I was flattered that you should confide in me. But it’s all become too much. You’re obsessed. You’re a freak!”
“Effin, I understand what you’re saying.” Simon’s affections were as true as ever, but his dreams of vanishing down a human gullet were somewhat diminished. “I wouldn’t blame you or hate you for doing this, but I’m begging you not to!”
“Keep begging,” he giggled, “as you slither down, suffocate…and die for me!” Effin’s lips parted. Simon was suddenly peering into a formidable cavern of unspeakable warmth and tender darkness. As if in the dentist’s chair, Effin opened wide: “Ahhhhhhhhh!”
Simon dared not struggle as he dangled over the steaming bellowing void below. His eyes widened in terror as Effin inhaled and a mass of pinks and purples opened like the petals of a sinister drooling rose. Pristine teeth gleamed, lips stretched to their limits now shining. Staying perfectly relaxed, the welcoming tongue spilled forth, twitching and quivering slightly, a vision which were it all in his mind’s eye would have been fearsome in its stimulation. Closer, closer, Effin lowered his sacrifice. Simon reached out grabbing the corners of the hungry smile. His arms buckled and were forced to his sides as his head and shoulders passed through the doorway of doom. Then came the strangest sensation. As his face and chest made contact with the undulating welcome mat, his fears abated and were replaced by a surge of calm. Hot intimate breath began to sooth away his panic, the soft, slippery caress of Effin’s magnificent tongue and the unique scent of his saliva coaxing back his life-long want.
“Effin, I’m sorry,” he whispered almost trans-like after briefly burying his face into the spongy wetness. “I am so sorry.” He became increasingly relaxed as Effin manipulated and manoeuvred his limp body. Dribble ran down his face as he lifted his head to behold his glorious surroundings: gentle, wet, warm and inviting. The yellowed downward slope of Effin’s fabulous tongue dropped and distanced itself from the now visible arch of a most incredible throat. The ecstatic prey moaned with a rush of sexual arousal as he observed the predator’s glistening tonsils parting to reveal the seductive shaft that would suck him into tender oblivion.
Effin gave a curious groan as he continued to envelope his meal. Simon joined in with a succession of whimpers as his tiny erection felt the exquisite textures of the writhing mass beneath him. Effin dug his upper front teeth into Simon’s buttocks – holding him in place as his fat tongue slid forward. He released his grip and hauled it within, dragging Simon with it. The minuscule man was hurled headfirst into the greedy gape. As a mass of slimy rubber-like flesh closed in on him, Simon began to understand the full extent of pleasure his demise was providing Effin.
Effin was almost unmanageable with glee. With his mouth full and unable to exclaim his delight vocally, he shoved the index and middle fingers of one hand against Simon’s twitching feet. Simon’s mind, body and soul were slipping deep into his awesome oesophagus. A living being was swelling his neck en rout to his belly – and it felt so very good. For Simon, too, it was a sensation far and beyond his wildest dreams. He’d spent his entire life thinking about every detail, he’d researched and imagined each and every step. However, the sudden darkness, the firm squeeze and the rise in air pressure took him quite by surprise. But all he had to do was relax - relax and be taken. Effin delayed swallowing until Simon had all but disappeared between his lips. Then reflexes took over. Simon’s ears popped as Effin gulped hard.
Then pressure turned to suction. As vicious peristalsis propelled him deeper and deeper, Simon’s only fear was that he would suffocate before reaching Effin’s glorious belly. High from the lack of oxygen, he struggled and squirmed his way down the slurping, squelching tunnel. The world outside was quite a different story: All was quiet. Effin was calm, groaning only slightly as he felt the wriggling meat slipping through the tight entrance to his stomach. With his catch now in place, he lay flat on his back so as to disperse the deep pool of digestive juices into a shallow lake.
Another thing Simon hadn’t bargained for was the vile stench and overwhelming heat. With his arms and legs now relatively free, he slithered safely into position, gasping in the stinking atmosphere. “I’m here!” he spluttered with relief and turning himself onto his front. He soon felt at one with his surroundings and was becoming accustomed to the acidic aromas. He did, though, kept his eyes closed to protect them from gastric fluids – After all, there was nothing to see there in the absolute darkness. He rested his body as his mind spiralled into overdrive, recalling the full-on sex he’d enjoyed before freefalling from 5’10” to the less then the size of an erect dick – Effin’s dick, a dick that had almost crushed him, a dick he’d had the pleasure of licking. In hindsight, he was now becoming aroused at having almost suffocated between those two massive testicles. A few moments ago he’d been laying on top of that perfect abdomen – now he was beneath it. Effin’s tormenting had seemed so cruel and humiliating and quite out of character – But at this moment in time Simon was reliving every last word with relish.
Effin could sense Simon’s growing excitement. He could see the worthless little man’s rhythmic movements beneath his smooth skin. The disgusting runt was obviously beating off in there. Uncomfortable as it was, the sexy man-eater resisted the urge to belch until the jerking slowed and eventually stopped. Simon had climaxed and, in so doing, had signed his own death warrant. Effin sat up. The shallow lake of digestive slime slopped and gurgled, and gushed to once again form a deep pool. Unable to turn himself around, Simon sank into its treacherous froth. The ridges of the surrounding walls contracted. He heard a dreadful rumble, and felt a rush of stale, stinking gas. Effin opened his mouth and broke the night’s silence with a lengthy rasp.
“That’s you fucked once and for all,” whispered Effin with a satisfied grin as he felt a last and very frantic thrash inside. “I just wish you knew how happy I am to feel you dying in my guts.”
Simon was all but finished. He managed to raise his head above the surface of the hideous bile only to find him self in a suffocating vacuum. His suffering would only last a few seconds more. Fantasy had become reality.