Vishus Delishus
A guy hungry for cock meets a cock hungry for guys!
By: Undersavage

Mr Savage, just your ordinary dude, was at last enjoying the makings of a buzz in his otherwise ordinary existence. Although he’d been waiting for a moment like this all his adult life, he didn’t really believe his luck. It was late evening. As he made his way down an unfamiliar street in suburbia, he just had to call Davy and tell him the news. Davy’s cell phone was rarely switched off. But on this occasion, the one time Savage had some major sleaze, all he got was the message option…after the bleep: “Davy!” He was trying to shout and whisper discreetly all at once: “It’s Savage. Remember Vishus, the guy you told me you’d met online? Well, we hooked up on IM last night. Man, it was real weird stuff! The moment I told him I like huge fat dicks, he just bombarded me with the horniest fucking chat I’ve ever had! And guess what – he’s invited me round for some action. I’m on my way now. This baby’s got a cock to die for! Just so you know where I am, his address is…” Suddenly Savage lost the connection. He knew the rules: Always meet in a public place and always tell someone where you’re going. But Savage would do anything for a guy with a big boner.

He was packing something of an erection himself, just thinking about the previous evening’s IM: The promise of the night of his life and sex like he’d never had it before. Counting down the house numbers, he knew he was getting close. He took a deep breath as he at last approached the magic address. Before he could ring the bell, his phone warbled into life. It was a message from Davy’s number: “You’ve wanted this for so long. So do it! Enjoy yourself!” He switched off his phone and promptly rang the bell.

The security lock clicked and the door opened a jar. “Come on in!” said a happy voice. “I’m through here!” Savage stepped inside the dimly lit hallway, closed the front door and nervously made his way to what was obviously the lounge. “Hey, Savage! Didn’t think you’d come!”

Savage entered the room. His heart skipped a beat, his chin dropped. There was Vishus sitting naked on a comfortable-looking sofa, a sexy smile on his face, and his legs opened wide. Protruding from his lightly haired crotch and sprawling onto the wooden floor was an unfeasibly vast penis and two gigantic testicles in a fat wrinkled sac. “Vishus,” he mumbled in disbelief. “It’s beautiful!” He reached back and closed the door. “Is that for real?” Vishus grinned to confirm and beckoned him over.

“You like it, then!” Savage nodded slowly. Vishus giggled and continued. “Hey, get out of those clothes and I’ll show you what this thing can do.” Without thinking twice, Savage did as he was told. Soon he was kneeling before his internet buddy and trying to comprehend what he was seeing. “You said you like big dicks. Well, they don’t come any bigger than this. Trouble is, when it’s this size it’s just a bitch to move around the house. I have to sit here for days until it gets back to a normal eighteen inches.”

Vishus was a nice-looking guy with engaging eyes and a fit body - attributes almost entirely overshadowed by his spectacular equipment. At just over nine feet long, the magnificent member appeared soft. A blue vein, the thickness of a garden hosepipe ran from its root and almost to its tip. The chunky foreskin was gaping at the end, but was too long for Savage to see what lie beyond, but is was clear from the contours that Vishus was also the proud owner of a considerable helmet. The entire organ was a darker shade than the rest of his body. And his scrotum bag was darker still, its puckered skin draped over its manly contents and spreading out over the surrounding floor. Savage noticed what could only be semen stains here and there across the sofa and over a nearby pile of vaguely familiar clothes. He reached back, gathered up his own shirt, jeans and sneakers and added them to the mound. Vishus leaned back with his hands behind his head and shuffled his buttocks closer to the edge of the sofa, causing his sac to undulate and his penis to wobble. He noticed Savage’s almost instant erection.

“Looks like you’re ready!” Vishus sounded excited. His eyes sparkled in the half-light. “You’ve wanted this for so long. So do it! Enjoy yourself!”

“Enjoy myself? Savage repeated, not registering that he’d just heard the very words he’d read on his phone only moments ago. “Can I just…”

“Anything you like!” Vishus consented, giggling again. “You have your fun. Then I’ll have mine!”

Savage straddled the monster member and fell forward, wrapping his legs around its girth and burying his face into a sweaty pubic forest. Vishus wiggled his hips in approval as Savage inched himself down again, running his tongue along the pulsing blue vein as he went. Other veins and vessels were now beginning to show. Vishus was becoming aroused, his length flexing into life. It wasn’t just filling with blood - it had muscles, and seemingly a mind of its own! Savage was back on the floor and pushing his fingers under the tacky foreskin. Using both hands, Vishus tugged on his shaft and his foreskin peeled back. He couldn’t help but laugh as Savage caught a whiff of the shining helmet and coughed. “Sorry about the smell, man,” he said. “Why bother washing when there are guys like you to lick it clean!” Vishus sighed with glee as Savage lapped around a smeg-covered bulbous tip nearly five times the size of his own head! Soon his eager tongue was probing the strangely soft piss slit. It began to relax and open. Savage was amazed. He could push his face in there! Wait, he could wriggle his whole head in! It felt incredible! The dank aroma of stale piss and hunky man juice was making him dizzy. Just as he felt as if he were at last in penis heaven, he yelled out in terror.

Vishus groaned loudly and threw his hands out grabbing at the cushions either side of him as his fat length bucked and rushed down on its victim like a ravenous anaconda on a snorting warthog. Savage was taken completely by surprise as the opening stretched over his shoulders and advanced down his torso. There was nothing he could do to prevent himself from being sucked into to the dark, stinking confines of the greedy organ. “That’s right, cock food,” smiled Vishus. “It’s suppertime!” He watched with utter delight as the prey slid all the way in to become a 5foot 8inch bulge, which moved steadily towards his crotch. “Fuck, this is good!” Savage was desperate for air as, like a rippling gullet, the sticky tube swallowed him deeper and deeper into the ecstatic predator. Soon his head was pushing against a plump prostate gland - his efforts to escape stimulating it in a few short seconds. Vishus rolled his eyes and clasped his hands behind his neck. “Oh, boy,” he whispered to himself. “I’m gonna blow. I’m gonna blow. I’m gonna blow!” His almighty prick stiffened, squashing the helpless man within. His titanic testicles throbbed in their sweaty bag. “Ah! Yes! Yes!” Suddenly gallons of thick, steaming, salty gunk were gushing into Savage’s nostrils, eyes and mouth, squelching as it oozed between his body and the merciless walls engulfing him. As the pressure rose, he felt himself being forced back toward the outside world. The vile monster member spewed him out into a hot gooey pool. He spluttered and spat, writhing around as he cleared his stinging eyes. Next he turned himself over and attempted to sit up and move away from the pulsing penis that had almost killed him. His hands and feet slipped around as he attempted to grip the cold wooden floor.

“Hey,” roared Vishus, at long last enjoying his favourite pass time. “You smelled yourself lately? You reek of cum!” Savage made another attempt to get away. “Going some place, cock food? I don’t think so! My dick is starving!” He scratched his pubes, sniffed his fingers and massaged his meat. Again, it sprang into life.

“No, Vishus!” Savage was terrified as the now-tantalised helmet lunged at his feet and sucked them in. “Vishus! I’m begging you!” The horny brute was once more delighting in the vision of his helpless guest being sucked up – this time feet first. “Stop it, please!”

“Why should I do that, cock food?”

“Why do you keep on calling me cock food?” Savage was soon up to his waist in hot, throbbing flesh.

“Because that’s what you are!” beamed Vishus as he watched Savage’s comparatively tiny erection disappear within, “Food for my cock.” He burst into fits of laughter. Before his prize had a chance to ask for an explanation, he blurted: “This is so funny! I’m watching you, a dickhead, getting swallowed by my dickhead!” By this time Savage had been drawn in up to his chest. He tried to push against the purple shiner but his hands slipped and sank into the gaping piss slit trapping his arms. “Fuck! I love the way you struggle, man! I think I’ll take you just a little deeper!” Stinking more than ever, his greedy man-muscle slurped and flexed hungrily. Soon only Savage’s neck and head were protruding from the pre-cum dripping entrance. Groaning, Vishus grabbed his penis and hauled it upright until he and Savage were eye to eye. “Can’t wait to feel you suffocating in my sac, just waiting to get spunked up.” His voice was calm.

“S...s…spunked up?” Savage’s face was pale with fear.

“Yeah. That’s when my balls turn you into spunk – a lovely load of gorgeous thick creamy salty jizz. Just like Davy.”

“Davy?”

“Yep!” Vishus was looking particularly smug. “He was here this morning – that’s where the last load came from. My dick ate him and my nuts tuned him into penis porridge. And that’s what you’re covered in!”

“No! That’s gross!” Savage was trying hard to hold back the tears as Vishus nodded in agreement and shrugged his shoulder with a grin. “Please don’t do this to me. Please don’t! I’ll do anything for you!” As Savage begged for mercy, Vishus wrapped an arm around his bulging dick to steady it, reached down the back of the sofa with his free hand and pulled out a cell phone. He pressed a couple of buttons and held it to Savage’s ear.

To the doomed man’s dismay, he heard his own voice: “Davy! It’s Savage. Remember Vishus, the guy you told me you’d met online? Well, we hooked up on IM last night. Man, it was real weird stuff! The moment I told him I like huge fat dicks, he just bombarded me with the horniest fucking chat I’ve ever had!”

Vishus hooted with laughter has he watched any remaining colour drain from Savage’s face. “So you like huge fat dicks, eh? So did Davy. Thing is, my big fat dick likes guys like you!” He threw the phone to the floor.

“So, that’s Davy’s cell phone?” Savage’s breathing became rapid and shallow.

“Yes.” A feigned expression of innocence spread over the sexy dude’s face.

“And you sent me the message earlier? And those are his clothes?”

“Of course.”

“And you turned him into spunk?”

“Just like I’m going to do to you. Because you’re cock food. What are you?”

“I’m...” As he realised his sticky fate, the meal-to-be felt a solitary tear trickling down his cum-covered face.

“Go on,” insisted the gloating tormenter. “Say it!”

“I’m…c…cock…”

“I can’t hear you.”

“I’m cock food!” He couldn’t understand why but he could feel his own pecker now stiffening up inside that of his captor. “I’m cock food,” he repeated, manically. “I’m cock food and your dick is going to swallow me alive and you’re going to spunk me up and turn me into jizz and jerk me out!” With that he burst into tears.

Vishus could feel Savage’s own dick beginning to throb. “Guess you’re ready to suffer for my pleasure. I love you!” he announced, much to the victim’s surprise.

“I love you, too!” squeaked Savage, thinking it best simply to play along.

“I’m not talking to you!” yelled Vishus with immeasurable pleasure. “I’m talking to my dick!” He laughed again then stared hard into Savage’s eyes. “Goodbye, cock food.” He snorted then spat a wad of snot into Savage’s face. “It’s time for you to be put in your place!”

Moments later and the top of Savage’s head sank from view, the piss slit closing tightly and a familiar 5foot 8inch bulge once again moving with ease towards a sticky crotch. But this time it vanished momentarily into the lower torso before reappearing in the eager bag below. Vishus let his now-softening prick flop to the floor. The helpless struggles from within had him squealing with delight. Savage was on his side and curled into a ball in the overwhelming heat and stench. He felt so utterly humiliated and degraded by the notion of having been devoured by a penis! He was squirming in a human scrotum sac! And it was gradually constricting, pulling the enormous testicles closer and tighter around him. It was getting harder to breathe. His frantic wriggling served only to further excite and stimulate the already elated Vishus. He patted his dick as if to say ‘well done’ and looked down in wonderment at the spectacle below: A living man fighting for his life between his immense rocks – and all neatly bagged up in 2inch-thick skin.

Savage wondered what being ‘spunked up’ would feel like: Would it be painful? Would he lose consciousness before the process began? He hoped so. As for Vishus, he really didn’t care if his prisoner suffered or not. Savage would soon be turned into his next load. That’s all that mattered.

The End