The Swift Trip By: Semibu
“Thanks for showing me the ropes, Mike,” grinned Swift, patting the smaller guy on the back.
“The pleasure was all mine,” insisted Mike, omitting the fact he’d spent the entire afternoon hiding a raging erection. “So,” he went on. “Back to the apartment, I’ll pick up my stuff, give you the keys and the place is all yours.”
“Bet you’re sorry to be leaving,” pondered the big guy as they made the short journey from the depot to the four-storey block on North Street. “A great job, decent money, and an all-expenses paid top floor pad!”
“Yeah, it’s been fun,” confessed Mike, returning the slap on the back. “But it’s been two years. Time to move on.”
“You leaving town tonight?”
“Yep. I’ve nowhere to stay,” laughed Mike. “The all-expenses paid top floor pad is yours in just a couple of minutes from now. I’m homeless.” He unlocked the door to the entrance lobby and led the way upstairs. Swift spent the four-flight ascent to number eight in deep thought. Mike turned the key in the lock. “You’re home!” he exclaimed as they stepped inside. “I put your cases in the bedroom this morning. Oh, and I’ve put clean sheets on the bed, and I’ve defrosted the fridge, and scrubbed the hob and oven…”
“You don’t have to rush off,” interrupted Swift as he glanced around at the pristine walls and carpets. He wiped his feet on the new welcome mat and closed the door. “You could stay here tonight. Rest up a little.”
“Well,” replied Mike, his pulse racing. His boner twitched impatiently as Swift wandered from the hallway and into the tidy lounge. Seeing him there, silhouetted in the bay window, made him wonder if there might be a delightful catch to the invitation. “I’m not much good at sleeping on sofas. I did that for years when I was globetrotting. Hell, back then I’d sleep where I fell!”
“Who said anything about you sleeping on the sofa?” asked Swift with a naughty grin. “After all the cleaning and tidying you’ve done, the least I could do is offer you my bed.”
“And you sleep on the sofa?”
“I’m not much good at sleeping on sofas, either.” Swift wasn’t putting on any pressure. He just meandered casually around his new abode, and cocked the occasional smile at the blushing sheep following behind. “In fact,” added Swift after an uncomfortable pause. “I thought - if you did want to stay a while - we could relax a little now and think about food a later – I’m starving, man. Starving!”
“Well…I…” Mike was beginning to sweat. “Perhaps…maybe I should be…”
“Sorry, Mike,” sighed Swift, placing a hand on Mike’s shoulder. “Sorry. I guess I read the situation wrong. I was just being selfish.”
“Selfish?” Mike was confused. “What situation?”
“There was me thinking I’d given you a hard-on since 10 o’clock and just assumed you’d want to jump into bed with me. How arrogant can a guy be? I’m sorry, really.”
“Well,” blurted Mike. “You have and I do…or rather, I would…if you still want to. Then something to eat...if you like.”
“Sex first, food later!” insisted Swift quietly as he turned his prize around and ushered him into the bedroom. “No rush – they’ve given me a couple of days off to settle in, so no early start tomorrow.”
Never in his life had Mike undressed so quickly. Who would have thought that a handsome hunk such as Swift could ever be interested in a puny guy like him? Swift was soon naked and flat out on the mattress, his legs wide open and his feet dangling either side of the bed – a bed on which Mike had spent many a sad and lonely night. Mike gasped as he beheld Swift’s manly frame, and enormous throbbing love muscle with balls to match. Few words were spoken as the two engaged in a frenzied world of gentle master and loyal slave.
He was a popular and amiable character but always the loner. Now, for the first time in countless months, Swift was groaning loudly to the enthusiastic attentions he constantly desired. He occasionally had to calm his eager servant, soothing him as he gagged himself on the unwashed length. Such was Mike’s determination to please that he hadn’t even thought about his own needs. He licked, sucked, kissed, caressed and worshipped for all he was worth. Despite being forewarned of the impending eruption, Mike persevered. He spluttered and choked against the sticky deluge. The clean sheets were no longer so clean. He dragged himself forward and flopped down, his head resting on Swift’s heaving abs. Two gigantic hands ran tenderly through his now wet hair.
“Want something to take the taste of cum out of your mouth?” panted Swift.
“Please!” swooned Mike, after catching his breath.
In an instant Swift had flipped himself and Mike over. He was suddenly sitting on the servant’s chest and peering down at his restless toes. The servant was looking up at his master’s spine and broad shoulders. Swift was now leaning forward toward the foot of the bed, and reaching around to part his pert buttocks as he slid them closer and closer to Mike’s face.
“You still want something to take the taste of cum out of your mouth?”
“Please!” begged Mike as the converging lines of his superior’s back hole tensed and eased. “Please, Swift. Please!”
The man on top was again groaning with glee, as an eager tongue probed as far as was possible. Mike reached up, wrapped his frantic arms around Swift’s thick, firm thighs and pulled down hard – as if he actually wanted to suffocate beneath his Master. The taste and smell of semen had soon given way to the flavours and aromas of manly sweat and anal musk. Mike, giving his all, wished he could have done more. He’d have gladly continued for hours – but it was not to be. He panicked as Swift raised himself, turned around, and sat down hard - his crack was now harbouring Mike’s comparatively small erection. Okay, he wasn’t that well endowed, but surely his determined sucking and rimming had gone some way to making an impression.
“More,” he gasped. “Please, just a little more.”
“Easy, boy,” came the whispered reply. “You’ve had your fun. I have to eat now.” Mike’s face wore an expression of disbelief and confusion. Disbelief, because he’d never before allowed himself completely let go, and confusion, because he couldn’t understand how Swift could possibly be thinking of food at a time like this. “Chill out, man.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” assured the grinning brute. “Everything is just fine. All you need do is relax and go with the flow.”
“What flow?”
“Just stand up,” suggested Swift. “Stand up on the edge of the bed.”
After a few seconds of clumsy manoeuvring Swift was standing on the floor and square on to Mike, who was wobbling nervously on the mattress. He steadied himself, placed his hands onto Swifts shoulders and waited patiently for clues as to his Master’s intentions as he stared into sparkling predatory eyes, and then to a ravenous toothy smirk.
“Swift,” he added quietly. “It’s like you’re going to swallow me – the way you look at me.”
“Would you like that?” enquired the now starving stunner. “Do you want to be inside me?”
“Yes,” answered Mike to both questions. “Can you really do it?”
“Of course,” confirmed Swift. “Alive and whole. But do you really want to be my food?”
“I want to be inside you.” There was a brief pause before Mike added, “Can I be inside you without being…your food?”
“You can’t have it all your own way, Mike,” came the chilling reply. “You want to be in side me, I picked that up yesterday, and I can always tell the signs – you couldn’t take your eyes off me. And I really do want you inside me…but as food. I look at you and see my next meal.”
“But you could, if you wanted to, let me out…after a while? I mean, you could if you wanted to, couldn’t you?”
“Only if I wanted to,” lied Swift, knowing full well that any such venture would be a one way trip. There was another brief pause. “But I don’t want to ‘let you out’, not you. You’re special. The only way you’ll be getting out of me, if you decide to go in, is as shit.” Mike was speechless. Swift smiled and continued. “That’s one of the best things about eating a guy: Blowing him out a couple of hours later. It’s good for the soul. It helps me to appreciate the world.” Mike, his eyes now locked on the luscious lips of doom, was about to interject when Swift added, “I really get off on that – shitting you guys out of my body. Then there’s all the begging – I get off on that, too. But what really turns me on is feeling a delicious little guy like you moving around within my skin.”
“And you want me in there?” asked Mike, pointing at Swift’s muscular belly. “You really want me…I mean, you’d let me?”
“Oh, man,” muttered Swift. “Having you inside me would give me such a fuckin’ high.” He thought for a moment. “I sometimes dream of being in a solid long-term relationship. But that’d take a guy who gives good head and likes licking ass.”
“But that’s me, Swift,” enthused Mike. “That’s me! You’re looking at that guy!”
“Trouble is,” pondered the man-eater. “The moment a guy sucks on my dick, and especially when he licks my hole, I lose all respect for him and just have to gobble him up.”
“That’s me, too.” Mike’s penis was beginning to wilt.
“Yes, that’s you, too.” Swift was clearly gearing up for an imminent fill of easy meat. “Thing is, I see a guy who licks my butt as one of three types. Number one: Absolutely no self-respect. And how could I respect a man who doesn’t respect himself?”
“Number two?” questioned Mike, his eyes now fixed on drooling lips.
“Number two is the dude who does everything I want him to do. He doesn’t question me. He has no mind of his own. Boring!”
“And number three?”
“Number three is definitely you.” Swift chuckled.
“What’s a me?”
“You’re the type who just wants to be overpowered,” came the un-welcomed response. “You fantasise about being dominated and protected all at the same time. You lick butt to show submission. You like the concept of being swallowed because it’s so total – so absolutely total. You think that you’ll be safe inside me. But you won’t. Venture beyond my tonsils and you’re just like any other foodstuff. You’ll be digested, broken down and slide out as brown stuff.”
“Are you going to?”
“What, devour you? Yes, I am…if you want me to.” Swift inhaled through his nostrils, and breathing out through his hot mouth said, “You won’t put up much of a fight – you’re too small. And the moment you feel all that soft, warm slippery flesh engulfing you…”
“Go on,” insisted Mike, his erection returning. “Go on!”
“You’ll give yourself to me. My soft lips, my massive tongue…”
“More!” insisted Mike, pushing his newly-aroused helmet into the belly button of Swift’s powerful gut. “Tell me more, please!”
“And when you see my drenched crimson throat opening up for you…”
“Yeah…”
“And you stare into the darkness of my gullet…”
“Yeah…”
“You’ll beg to be my food.”
“Beg?” stammered Mike.
“Beg,” confirmed Swift. “But by the time you’re looking down my oesophagus you’ll already be in too far. Your torso will already be perfectly positioned on my tongue. Your head will already be stuffed between my tonsils – they’re quite big – big fat and soft. And then…”
“And then?”
“And then all I have to do is ease you into my tender moist interior. You’ll be ready for dispatch.” Swift swiped the tip of his tongue across his upper lip. “You’ll just want more. You’ll simply want to give yourself to me. You’ll be so easy.” He sniggered almost manically. “So fucking easy!”
And…” Mike paused for just a moment. “You’ll just…”
“Putting it bluntly,” interrupted Swift, tiring slightly of Mike’s inability to grasp the simplicity of the situation. “I’ll just swallow and down you go!”
“And what happens to me then?” As he became more and more aware of the consequences of his desires, Mike’s breathing became shallow and rapid. “I’ll be okay, right? You won’t let me die in there, will you?”
“Mike,” came the soft reply. “I haven’t eaten in hours. I’m ravenous, man!” Swift looked deep into watery eyes. “I’m hungry and you’re nutritious meat.”
“Just meat? Is that it? My entire life is just meat?” Swift realised that Mike was on the brink of changing his mind and beating a hasty retreat. He opened his mouth and slid out his tongue. At once Mike was intrigued. The nervous quarry, his hands still gripping Swift’s shoulders, was instantly aroused and completely focussed on the gentle pink sprawl. “Wow! Swifty, that’s beautiful!”
Swift didn’t answer – he was concentrating on quietly unhinging his lower jaw and loosening his gullet. Mike, transfixed by the broad fat expanse of Swift’s glistening tongue, hardly noticed the two strong hands embracing his wrists, lowering them to his sides, and then wrapping almost completely around his waist. Mike lowered his head and planted his pursed lips firmly onto the sensitive length. Swift brought his upper front teeth down gently on the back of Mike’s neck, preventing any retreat. But, as anticipated, Mike wanted nothing more than to advance.
“Swifty, this is amazing!” remarked the now-drowsy fodder. “I don’t know how you’re doing this but it feels so good.” He turned his head to the left and took in Swift’s exhalations. Repositioning his victim, Swift’s tongue rose, pressing Mike’s head firmly into the recess of the roof of his mouth. It then dropped and retreated, dragging Mike’s shoulders within. He could now see the formidable gape of his Master’s fantastic gullet. “Fuck!” he exclaimed as he watched the sinister display of dripping purple-pink flesh contort, stretch and flex. His desire to advance felt so normal – as if all his natural self-preserving instincts had vanished and were being replaced by an urge to satisfy his long-held fantasy. “Oh yeah!” he sighed, pushing himself a few inches deeper.
Although hefty and powerful, Swift was far from violent and had no intention of causing physical pain. After all, that would be too easy. His past experiences with edible guys had proved that the pleasure was derived entirely by taking them down alive and kicking. Carefully, he knelt on the floor causing Mike to bend at the waist and fall forward as his feet shuffled on the mattress. Swift’s lips now encompassed his quarry’s lower torso, his nostrils gushing warm breath onto the base of its spine. Mike’s arms were pinned to his sides and Swift could now release his grasp. He placed his hands behind him and leaned back. In the tender grip of Swift’s perfect teeth, Mike had no choice but to straighten his legs and ‘go with the flow’. Suddenly, Swift lunged forward taking Mike to his upper legs – that modest erection now pressing into his elated tongue. He tossed back his head. Mike’s twitching feet were flung into mid air. The cannibal, still kneeling, relaxed his gullet, moved his head from side to side, closed his eyes and groaned as his meal slithered down.
In all his fantasies and wildest dreams, Mike could never have imagined just how frightening this moment would be. This wasn’t at all the gentle caress and joyful descent he had expected. Instead his shoulder joints clicked as he was squeezed into nigh unconsciousness. His constricted ribs forced the breath from his lungs. His ears popped as the air pressure dropped. His head was soon crammed through the tight muscled entrance to a most vile and sinister stomach.
Swift, his head still tipped back to the point of pain, opened his eye to delight in the vision of ten wriggling toes disappearing. He gulped gently and closed his mouth. Mike was now completely engulfed, his body and legs slipping into the stinking tomb. The hot slimy cavern welcomed Mike with a series of manipulative jolts and jerks until he was perfectly positioned for digestion. Less compressed, Mike could now at least breath – although air was in short supply and rank with the aromas of acids and bile. Swift, his usually perfect six-pack swollen and distorted, was too full to consider anything more energetic than climbing onto the bed and flopping back.
With both hands Swift massaged his newly acquired bulge. He sensed a rapid rhythmic feeling deep within. “You weirdo,” he smiled, doubting that Mike would hear. “You’ve just been swallowed alive and all you can think of is beating off in there!”
Struggling for air, Mike chanted his executioner’s name as he pulled on his member, and swayed gently in the merciless muscular confines. As his body temperature rose, so his pores opened to be tormented by the sting of hydrochloric juices. Curiously, this vile discomfort heightened his sexual pleasure as he tugged towards climax. Usually his body would have been rigid during such a frenzied ejaculation, but on this occasion Swift’s stomach had him curled into a manageable ball. His gasps of relief were followed instantly by Swift’s roaring belch.
“Guess that’s you all finished,” chuckled Swift. “Now we can both get some sleep. Shame only one of us is gonna wake up. Sucker!”