Predator: Under the Bleachers, Prelude
By: Tim

Yeah, so I guess I got a little sidetracked there telling you about how Doug chowed down on that dude Ryan. Pretty hot. Doug's truly amazing. I mean, like I said before, the guy's got no limits. That's what makes him a great linebacker and so fucking focused and dominant, on and off the field. When one of us wants something, we just go for it and pretty much wipe out who or whatever's in the way. When he explained to me that he could actually stuff a whole guy in his ass - well, that is tops in my book. How fucking hot is that? Plus it leaves room in your stomach so you can eat another guy. I just like the way Doug thinks: he's greedy, dominant, and arrogant, like me. Amazing that two alpha males get along so well, but we do. We're like brothers: we just think alike. And I'd do anything for him. At least that's what Officer Kelly found out.

So when Rob called and told me Officer Kelly was sniffing around, I decided right then I'd take matters into my own capable hands. I didn't know if Kelly could find out that Doug had actually eaten that gym boy, but I didn't want to risk him spying on us and seeing one of us actually take a guy. That, my friend, would totally cramp our style. We both like to eat who we want, when we want, as long as no one else sees. It's just not always convenient (or smart) to bring food home.

I figured if Kelly was going to follow ole Doug, I'd just follow ole Kelly to make sure things didn't get out of hand. After all, he thought I was a dumbshit so he wouldn't be expecting me to bust any moves on him. Plus the guy was a freakin' tool anyway. Twenty years as a cop and never promoted. Something's wrong there. It's spelled dumb... D, U, M, dumb.

But I have to say I didn't expect what I did see when I followed Kelly that first night. I was real careful to keep looking behind me in case he had changed his mind and brought along some backup. I even wore dark clothes so I could lurk around. It's not easy to lurk when you're as big as I am. You don't exactly blend in when you look like fucking Goliath. But this was different - I had to be cool.

Doug left the house about 8:30 that night to walk downtown and grab some beers at the bar with the boys. I kept a watch out the window and just a few minutes after Doug left, there goes big old Officer Kelly strolling nonchalantly down the street after him. The guy was easy to pick out - he was Doug's size, or maybe even a little bigger, built like a brick shithouse. So I waited a few and then slipped out after him, keeping an eye out to make sure I wasn't being followed. By then it was getting dark, so I got to practice my lurking. I figured it would come in handy sometime when I was stalking prey. I was actually kind of getting into it as a change of pace from my usual smashmouth style. Not that I was planning to drop the smashmouth style, however.

There was a park across the street from the bar and you could sit there and look right inside this big front window. I saw Doug and some of our buddies sitting at a table right by the window throwing back some suds. Then I saw Officer Kelly, too. Like I said, he was as big as a football dude, and easy to spot. Unlike me, he wasn't wearing good lurking clothes, just a white tee and some Levi's. He was standing in the alley just next to the bar.

I stayed there for about 30 minutes and nothing changed, but I didn't want to leave in case Doug left the bar and went hunting. I sure as hell didn't want Doug to get arrested for doing what comes naturally. Particularly since he does it so well... I zoned out, thinking about how he had totally wiped out Ryan. Then I thought about how he completely fucking dominated this Marine at the beach the other night. First he beat him wrestling, then he stuffed the guy up his ass.... My cock started to get hard as I sat there appreciating Doug's amazing talent, surpassed only by my own. Okay, okay, I'll tell you the Marine story another time. I know you want to hear about what I did to Officer Kelly.

Right then, I saw this college guy turn the corner by the bar and walk down the alley. Average looking guy, nothing special, maybe 5'11", looked like he might be a swimmer or gymnast or something. Hmm... tight little body.... My mouth watered a little. I hadn't eaten big in a couple of days and he was a good size for me to snack on. I imagined lurking up behind him in the alley...swiftly, silently approaching him, then grabbing him, subduing his struggles and cries with my big hand over his mouth and the other one pinning his arms together behind his back.... letting him feel my cock against his back just to show him who he was dealing with... then pulling him up in an explosive clean-and-jerk and dropping his head into my suddenly gaping wolfish mouth, all big choppers and tongue.... He'd slide right down, wriggling a little, right into my waiting stomach. Yeah... fresh food... my cock was getting even harder.... I was really getting into it, I could almost taste him, feel my tongue washing over him, controlling his movements and pushing him towards my belly... when suddenly, I noticed that Officer Kelly was walking slowly behind this kid into the alley.

I looked around to make sure it wasn't a setup, but I didn't see anyone, so I walked out of the park, across the street and into the alley behind Kelly, making sure to be very quiet. The alley was dark, but both Kelly and this kid were wearing white tee shirts so I could still see them.

Suddenly things start to look very familiar. It's like I'm watching Doug track prey. Kelly starts walking faster, almost sprinting, but real quietly, like he's stalking the kid, and then he picks up the pace, and then with a burst of speed he moves in fast and grabs the kid from behind, hooking an arm around his neck. I have to say, considering my appetites, and some of the moves I've seen Doug make to bag a meal (let me tell you, that guy is smooth), nothing surprises or upsets me, but this took me totally off guard. Kelly grabbed the kid, lifted him up in the air, tipped back his head, opened his mouth and...ate him. Fucking swallowed him whole. I've seen this a hundred times, but watching somebody other than Doug do it totally wigged me out.

Happened so fast the kid never knew what happened or even let out a squeak, which told me this wasn't the first time Kelly had eaten someone. The guy had definitely done this before. Now I knew why he wasn't using backup and why this was a "confidential" operation.

Before he was even finishing stuffing the kid in, I turned right around and walked out of the alley real fast and back to the park. I was freaked. I looked in the bar window. Doug and his buddies were gone. I watched the alley and the bar for another half hour, but there was no sign of either Kelly or Doug, so I half-sprinted, half-lurked back home. Doug was already there, watching the strongman contest on ESPN. "Dude, do you think those guys eat like we do?" he laughed, pointing to this huge monster pulling a 30-ton train or some shit. I grabbed the remote out of his hand and flicked the TV off.

"Hey, what the fuck was that?!" Doug protested. "Do I have to get out of my chair and kick your ass?"

"I could kick your ass any day of the week, pussy," I said. We talk shit to each other like this all the time. Like I said before, two alpha males, and we get along great. "Listen. Kelly knows you ate Ryan," I told him. "I'm sure of it. I followed him tonight and saw him chow down on a swimmer in the alley outside the bar. Dude, he eats guys like we do. He's got all the moves. And he saw that big dump you took in the back yard after. He's a tool but he can put two and two together. He knows, man. He fucking knows."

Doug looked like somebody had punched him in the stomach.... actually, he looked like somebody one of US had punched in the stomach, since nobody punches either one of us anywhere without getting the living crap beat out of them. "You're shittin' me," was all he could say. He got up and started pacing.

"No I'm not. I bet he's following you to see if you eat someone else. Wouldn't surprise me if he was tracking you to eat you, either, because you're cutting into his turf. We gotta get this guy." Doug didn't say anything. I think we were both sort of shocked by the whole thing. We thought we were the only guys doing the eating. But then to find out that someone might want to eat one of us.... well, that was some kind of fucked up.

"This is some kind of fucked up," Doug said softly. "Yeah, it is," I replied. "But it's gonna stop. I'll take care of it myself."

Doug looked worried. I'd never seen him look worried before. He's not a worrier. "How? You think you can eat a guy that size? He's as big as me." Now, that got to me. If there's one thing I hate, it's somebody suggesting that I can't do something, particularly something physical. I'll take any physical challenge. Whether it's lifting more weight, or running farther, or kicking more ass, or eating more food, I'll do it.

I walked slowly over to him until we were chest to chest and stared down at him. It was obvious I had four inches on him. "What makes you think I can't eat you, bro?" I sneered gruffly. As soon as I said it I wished I hadn't. "Bullshit," Doug said evenly, looking up at me defiantly. This guy is fucking brave. He wouldn't back down from anyone, not even me. We glared at each other for a full minute, our faces inches apart. Neither one of us flinched or moved a muscle. It got very quiet and tense. I'd had plenty of little showdowns like this on and off the football field. They always ended up with me totally kicking someone's ass. But this was Doug, and we never got in each other's face like this. Yeah, we teased and talked shit all the time.

He was my football buddy, like a brother, the most well put together guy I knew. We hunted together, we hunted for each other. Nobody knew me like him. True, he'd make a great meal.... but no. I wouldn't. I couldn't. And not just because he was so much bigger than anyone I'd eaten, either. We were tight. This guy was my friend, not someone I was going to eat. I just had to remember that. I knew I had to step off before things got out of hand.

"It's cool, man," I said tersely, and took a step back. I held out my fist. "We're cool. Nobody's eating anybody." He slowly raised his fist and bumped mine lightly. I bumped his back, and then we clasped hands, never breaking the gaze. "Yeah. We're cool," he said. He looked and sounded a little nervous, but I knew he'd never admit it. I had crossed a line by suggesting I could eat him, and neither one of us would forget it. Now there was only one alpha male, we both knew it, and things were different. We kept staring at each other for a minute, and then I broke the gaze and walked away, giving him a light smack on the ass as I brushed past him. I just couldn't look at him any more. "I'll take care of it."

The End