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CW: CV, Fatal, NonCon, Betrayal

When Greg wins the lottery, he thinks it'll be what saves his dwindling relationship with his Dom boyfriend; instead, it's what convinces the man to finally break up with him permanently.

Because if a pred gets you, it'll take like, probably 3-4 days to fully churn you down. Plenty of time to struggle and wear down their gut or at least hope someone finds you.

But if they're fucking themselves constantly? You've got one or two days, tops. Less if the pred churns especially fast.

Oughhhh just thinking about someone receiving a video of their friend getting shoved down a preds cock. And they think "ok, stay calm, I've got plenty of time to figure out who this is and track them down".

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It would also be sooooo hot to be churned while the pred is fucking… Imagine having a tiny in your balls to add stimulation to that experience…

I’m sure that also speeds up the melting process too- so it’s likely that I’d be nothing but cum by the time you’ve reached that point <3

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-your good little cumshot

The longer I sit here and mull over your slutty words, the more pre has been leaking from my tip. You feel my balls beginning to churn you in earnest as I think about how good it’ll feel to end your life as you formerly knew it for my own pleasure. Your friends, your family, your job, your hobbies, your home, etc all obsolete and irrelevant now as you churn into one singular load for me to ejaculate into a condom, a sock, a throat and forget about.

Mmmf your body softens as I begin to stroke my length to the idea of you breaking apart and being fundamentally dismantled into more sperm for me. Your very essence and physical form making me more and more virile, but yet… your remains won’t repopulate the earth, no. I’m currently jacking off into a condom. Your best case scenario for assisting the human race somehow is for me to feed your remains to someone else or myself… a boost of protein for an actual human.

I ejaculate HARD, pleasure pulsing and wracking through my entire body with the epicenter at my pulsating sack, as I think about how my cock and balls have systematically stripped you from personhood and made you into something better: my fat load.

Not that you’ll be sentient enough to know but afterward, I tie up the condom and stick a note rating how good the orgasm you gave me was and then store it for later.

“Are you ready to receive your punishment Private?”

“Sir, Yes Sir!”

We were standing in a small room. He lifted a roller shutter.  My eyes were drawn to a rack of old Zodiak suits.  The suits were encrusted with dried spunk.  Moments later the smell of stale spunk and sweat hit me.  My cock began to swell, which made the Military Policeman grin.

“I can see this punishment isn’t gonna be too traumatic Private.”

I blushed realising he’d seen my cock start to fill.

“Let’s see what we can do about that?”

Soon my cock was pushing against the confines of a chastity cage and I was stepping to the cold rubber of the suit’s waders.  With the straps fastened tightly over my shoulders, I realised that he’d reached inside the suit and was lubing my ass. He held me tightly as he gently fingered my sensitive hole.

“Relax,” he ordered.

I felt him push something thick and rubbery against my ass.  I pushed back gently and felt it slip inside. But, instead of being a butt plug, I felt something spring open making my ass feel full.  He pulled his arm out of the waders, then reached a gloved hand for another squirt from the lube dispenser on the wall.  He began lubing and fingering my hole again, but I could hardly feel it. I realised he’d not reached back inside the waders.  

“What…?” My voice trailed off.

“The suit’s been modified to mean you can be ‘used’ when you’re wearing it, but to make sure you don’t get to enjoy the experience.”

He reached amongst the hanging suits and showed me a dark and inviting rubbery hole in the ass of one of the pairs of waders.  

“There’s a sock like this glued into the ass of each pair of waders, and this ring keeps it inside your ass…”

He reached inside the hole and tugged a large rubber sock through the opening, along with a thick rubber ring, about 5 cm in diameter.  

“See, it’s ribbed inside, so you’ll be a fantastic fuck.”

The smell of stale sweat and spunk was overpowering as I slipped my head into the smock. I reached inside to fasten the straps of the gas mask around my face in order to take refuge from the smell in the mask’s the filtered air.  I slipped my hands into the integral rubber gloves, and stood patiently as the Policeman fastened and locked the heavy rubber straps.  Then he unscrewed the filter on my mask and attached a long hose. The other end was attached to a threaded opening at the side of my waders.  It only took a couple of breaths to before my mask filled with the smell of stale sweat and spunk, made worse by the warmth from my body.

He led me through to a small cell which contained a treadmill and a PVC gym crash mat.  On the far wall was a full length mirror, a screen and two large buttons, one green, one red.

“Your sentence is 48 hours. You will not remove or adjust the equipment you are wearing at any time.  You will be under video surveillance and will be watched through the 2-way mirror. Your instructions for your punishment will appear on that screen. You must acknowledge each instruction by pressing the green button.  If you decline, press the red button and your sentence will be extended by 6 hours.  Understand?”

I nodded.

“Let’s get you started.”

He hit the green button. A 48 hour timer started in the top corner of the screen.  A Siren sounded and my first instruction appeared… ‘Lie Face Down and Prepare to be Used’”

I pressed the green button to silence the alarm, then lay on the crash mat.  The Policeman fucked the thick rubber sock that was in my ass, climaxing quickly.  If felt strange… different….  not at all like getting fucked but it still felt good as each thrust stretched my ass and pushed against my prostate.  I felt my own cock, locked in its cage, shoot into the waders as he pounded into me.

“Kneel,” he ordered when he’d finished.

I watched in the mirror as he unfastened a zip that had been fitted to hood of the Zodiak suit, then pissed into the opening.  The warm liquid ran over my hair and shoulders, down my chest and began to fill my waders. The smell of piss now joined the sweat and spunk.

You’d arrived with your mate and a suave dude that had told you about this house party on the edge of town, reassured you that it would be a lot more fun than the tired clubs of the city centre.

Suave guy has long since vanished, and your mate had gone home unwell, leaving you alone amid multitudinous attractive men and women.

The house is huge, the kind that speaks of old money. The wood-panelled walls simultaneously contrasts with and compliment the loud outfits worn by the numerous attendees. Whoever the host is, he’s done a good job; there’s a bar in the main ballroom, and the music pounds its sleazy bass in every corridor and room. The paintings of old owners look judgmentally at the depravity - or is it jealousy? They never had the opportunities we have.

Your head’s not in the game, you realise. A few older guys make some passes at you, but you’re not feeling it, especially without your wingman. The alcohol, or maybe the fact that you don’t know anyone, makes you feel detached.

You decide to take a moment and head upstairs in search of a bathroom.

The house is labyrinthine. Presently, you realise that the music has faded into a muted, underwater memory of itself, and you are quite alone. You trace your hand along the wall as you find yourself drawn inexorably into the heart of the old mansion.

You push open a door. It’s clearly not a bathroom, but you enter anyway.

Despite the oddity of what you see, you are not surprised. A man, clearly well toned despite the skin-tight black suit covering his whole body, is stood at the end of a grand four poster bed. His body is the silhouette of an ‘X,’ his wrists and ankles locked in leather cuffs that are padlocked to the wooden frame of the four poster. A leather belt is chained to the foot of the bed, giving the man little purchase.

A gas mask obscures the man’s face, and you can hear muffled indignation from beneath. The hose connected to the mouth splits and reaches back round to what looks like a backpack. You are reminded of those dorky hats with straws connected to beer cans.

Every so often, the man convulses, and you’re aware of your growing semi. This fifty shades stuff isn’t really your scene, but seeing the guy struggle is undeniably hot. No-one seems to be around, and you touch the rubber-clad man.

The frustrated sounds become pleas, and something in the man’s tone makes it clear that he is not enjoying himself.

Nervously, you reach behind the man’s head and unbuckle the gasmask from him. It hangs loosely on his chest.

He’s cute, you realise, a little older than you. His short hair is wet with sweat, and you remove the fabric blindfold and pecker gag that obscure his features. Earphones fall away as you pull the blindfold away.

The cute lad blinks as if suffering the glare of the summer sun, though the room is dimly lit.

“Who are you?” he asks warily, and you tell him your name.

“Where’s the dude that did this to you?” you ask him.

The guy shrugs as best he can in such tight bondage. “Not sure.”

You feel suddenly very exposed and glance back at the door. “Are you…did you…is this all ok? Are you into this kind of thing?”

The guy grins ruefully. “In small doses, yeah. This -“ he rattles his padlocked wrists - “is a bit much for me.” He tips his chin at the dresser opposite. A small collection of keys are bunched together on the side. “Help me out? I need a piss!” He laughs, then suddenly winces.

“You ok pal?” you ask, concerned.

He nods through what appears to be pain, eyes closed, then recovers. “The fucker’s put an electric butt plug up there. Sort me out man.”

You fetch the keys and after much fumbling, begin to remove the padlocks. You learn the lad’s name - Jake - and he sighs with relief as he rubs his freed wrists.

He isn’t shy as he peels off the rubber suit, and you can’t help but crotch-check. To your surprise, you see a chastity cage round his junk. “I’ve always wondered what they’re like to wear,” you say aloud as Jake tries key after key until the cage is disassembled. His cock swells the moment the cage is off, and he makes a sound of unbridled relief.

“Be my guest,” he jokes, and you resist the temptation to pick up and inspect the chastity cage while he extracts the butt plug.

Jake steps into the ensuite bathroom and noisily pisses. You pick up the rubber suit that had so snugly fitted him. “Try it on,” he suggests when he reappears. There’s an eagerness that you mistake for latent horniness.

Despite feeling slightly grossed out at using Jake’s sweat as a kind of lube to squeeze into the rubber, you can’t help but appreciate the sexy suit.

“Is your Mister Grey gonna be pissed that you’re not where he left you?” you joke.

“Probably,” Jake says, and you don’t resist as he buckles the leather cuffs to your wrists.

“You’d better remember which key does what,” you half joke as Jake shakily padlocks the cuffs into place.

Your first indication that something isn’t quite right comes when Jake, tight-lipped, shrugs. Then, with no warning, he clips the cuffs together behind your back. You tug hard, only to realise that the cuffs are connected by chain to the foot of the bed.

“I’m not feeling this man,” you say, affecting a casual air. “Let me out, yeah?”

Jake isn’t smiling any more. “I’m sorry,” he says, and clearly means it. “Trust me when I tell you that I know how you feel right now.”

You can feel your heart beating faster. “You’re freaking me out pal,” you say, and hearing the panic in your own voice makes you worse. The chain holds fast as you jerk it hard. “Let me out, and I’ll not say a word of this, to anyone.”

Jake is shaking his head, and is about to say something - but the door is opening, and a man advances into the room. You hate that your first thought is how attractive the older man is, with his short hair, wide shoulders and clearly muscled body.

Indignation battles amusement on the man’s face. “What’s happening lad?” he rumbles.

Jake has his hands up as though trying to charm a charging bull. “Sir, hear me out, please. I want out. It’s been…interesting, but I never wanted this - you know I didn’t.”

‘Sir’ expels air through his nostrils and touches his stubbled chin thoughtfully. He turns his attention to you and looks you up and down. You are reminded of when your father appraised a new car at a showroom.

“Look, I don’t want to get caught up in this-“ you begin to say, but Sir catches your eye and you decide that it might be better to keep silent, for now.

“You made this trade before,” Jake is saying, and there’s a pleading note in his voice. “Just…take him. He’s your type. I’ve done my time, please, let me leave.”

Sir thinks for a moment. He looks between you and Jake. Then, with a sigh, he nods, and Jake gushes his thanks.

“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea,” you begin to say as Jake half runs out of the room - and then Sir is in front of you, and has you by the hair. You squirm and open your mouth to protest, only for Sir to forcefully shove the still-wet pecker gag between your lips, buckling it in place.

“You will speak when given permission,” Sir rumbles, and strikes you across the face. You strain agains the leather cuffs behind your back, and this earns you another slap, harder.

You catch Sir’s eye. The fucker’s mad, you realise - then he’s roughly tying fabric around your head, and you’re blind to everything. Thick fingers slip between your blindfold and your ears - the hiss of white noise fills your senses.

The gravity of the situation hits you - this isn’t a game. You put every ounce of your being into resistance, to try and free yourself, only to receive three sharp slaps that sets stars in the darkness of your blindness.

Your hands are suddenly free of the chain, but still locked behind your back. There’s a moment of weightlessness, of vertigo - and then you’re on your stomach, with soft bedding beneath you. You scrabble up the bed, only to feel strong hands on your ankles, dragging you back.

Sir’s full weight is on you now, and you feel pressure around your nose and mouth, and then a tightening around your whole head - the gasmask is affixed and you throw your head this way and that, but you can’t dislodge it. You can feel how strangely mechanical the mask has made your breathing, how drawing air is a conscious effort now.

Your ankles are spread and locked in place. You try to speak around the gag, to explain that a mistake is being made - and then a chemically sweet scent touches your nose.

Chloroform, you think, and hold your breath. It’s a waste of effort. Eventually, you breathe out and gasp in the sweet scent. The white noise thumps to match your heart beat. An almost loving thumb strokes your head as your mind spins on an unknown axis. Are there whispers in the white noise now?

Another dose, and you strain against the bondage and you moan. The pecker gag feels like a dick against your tongue. I’m being kidnapped, your dulling mind tells you, but all thought falls away as you take a third breath, and you become aware of the thick object being pushed against your hole.

It slides in, and to your slowed self, you observe how free of discomfort it was. Every breath is changing you - you shudder and test the limits of your unyielding restraints and become keenly aware of how rock hard you are. All the while, that thumb strokes your head reassuringly as you breathe in dose after dose. Is the white noise telling you how good you’re being?

“This is you now, drone.” You don’t hear the voice of Sir so much as feel the vibration of his words against your ears, his chest on your back, the firmness of his cock on your ass. The electric butt plug begins to pulse rhythmically inside you. “You belong to me. Training begins now.”

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He could make no sounds but grunts. His begging to be let out sounded like "ugh ugh" instead of "let me go". Brice's dick is held in a ultra tiny chastity cage, and he has a catheter in his bladder that Derek closes off with a clip. Derek is fond of keeping Brice's urine from coming out, to the point where Brice forgets every thought but the need to pee. Unknown to Brice, it is part of his "thing" training.

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I didn't have much time to think as you shoved your dick in my mouth to clean it off after you had pushed him into my gut. I could feel him squirming, though this didn't last for long did it. He just turned into a massive layer of fat on my gut, and you for some reason let me go? Why was that? Was it to carry on devouring twinks that weren't expecting it?

I let you go because I saw it in your eyes....the moment you stopped fighting and started craving 😏

You didn't just take him. You wanted him. I felt your throat and stomach open for him, hungry and willing, and I knew then you were more than just a mouth. You were mine.

That gut of yours… it’s not just fat. It’s the memory of us. Of my cock in your mouth, your boyfriend melting inside you, and the look on your face when you realised you loved it. So perfect I had to let you walk away carrying my mark....a soft, heavy reminder of that fucking hot experience.

Every time you look down, I want you to remember how he felt churning inside you. How I felt filling you.

So I walked over and asked if they wanted a third. They were down. I suggested hide-and-seek sex; hiders get fucked by the seeker when they get found. What I didn't tell them is that they also get eaten. And of course, I was the seeker.

I found the blond first. He was burrowed in the crevice of a smooth boulder, head-first and ass out. I didn't even bother saying, "found you!" I just slipped my throbbing, already-leaking member in his butt. I was rough with him. Only a few minutes in and we were already breathing hard, drenched with sweat, precum, and seawater. Right as we were about to go over the edge, I pulled out of him and got ready to have my first round of lunch. However, my dick had other ideas. It bounced forward and sucked him in feet-first. The blond only registered what was happening when he was knee-deep in my cock. He started thrashing. It was so hot, seeing him - feeling him steadily sliding up my dick and into my balls. When his big muscly ass reached the slit, he got stuck. I leaned down and kissed him before grabbing his shoulders and thrusting hard. With a wet plop sound, his ass slid into my dick. At that moment, he busted ropes of cum onto the both of us. Absolutely spent, the blond accepted his fate as cock food. I massaged his jizz all over his torso, neck, and face. With the rest of him lubricated, my dick ate him in just a minute.

I patted and rubbed my cock and balls, which were slowly shrinking back to a manageable size (still ridiculously large, but at least to a size where I could walk). The blond was trying to fight the cum digesting him, but his struggling was already weak. I clenched hard, and that was it... I was so close to cumming right then and there. But, the next task was to reunite the boyfriends.

I didn't have to wander long before seeing a trail of footprints in the sand, leading to a dry bush. That's the great thing about hide-and-seek sex; the hiders always want to get caught. I walked up to my next meal. He was hiding low to the ground, on his knees. When he saw me, he said, "Damn, I didn't realize you were this big."

I replied, "What can I say, I've got a big load for you," then I commanded him, "now open wide."

Before his jaws were even fully extended, I grabbed him by his short brown hair and pushed my cock deep in his throat. With every natural lubricant you can think of: saliva, mucus, precum, cum... my dick was sliding in and out of this throat so smoothly. The sounds he was making was so hot.

I dumped my load halfway down his throat, so he had no choice but to swallow his cummified boyfriend. He didn't even know it was his boyfriend. After he'd cleaned every last drop from my dick, I pulled out and knelt down in front of him, whispering in his ear, "I hope your boyfriend tasted good." He didn't seem to understand. That didn't matter to me.

As I got up, I grabbed him tight by his biceps and lifted him up. Once we were both standing, I opened wide, and got busy swallowing him head first. He was a tall, lean guy - my favorite kind of food. And he behaved like the perfect prey; his muffled shouts and attempts at breaking free from my grip was so hot. I swallowed hard, bringing his chest in my mouth. His sweaty body tasted perfectly salty. His belly (which would normally be flat based on his physique) was slightly bulging with all the cum he swallowed... by now, he'd realized that that was his boyfriend. I took another big swallow, which brought his crotch into my wet mouth. He was big, and hard as a rock. I used my tongue to play with his dick, rubbing and sucking on it. When I slipped his member around and under my tongue, he came hard. That was my sign to swallow again, which took his long legs down in one gulp. Now, he was completely concealed in me, although his feet were still in my mouth. They tasted perfect, and with one final swallow - glurk - he was curled up in my stomach.

For Jack and many other preds, eating other men is as much a sexual indulgence as it is a way to satiate hunger. And since the subway, upon arriving, was empty, he took a seat and whipped out his cock. As he was beating his dick, the swallowed man was thrashing wildly (or as much as a guy could in such a tight stomach).

Throughout the subway ride, Seth would tease his food, telling him things like, "You feel so good... I should've fucked you before eating you." When Seth got home, he grabbed some snacks from the pantry and washed them down with a beer. Some company for the doomed man. After that, Seth finished in the toilet and went to bed.

When Seth woke up the next morning, his prey had reformed and was asleep right next to him. Seth was surprised, given how rare reforming prey are. The guy's clothes didn't reform with him, so Seth got to admire his naked body; he was lanky and skinny, but toned with subtle muscles; he had light hair on his arms and legs, and on his torso a small happy trail; his dick was an average size. To Seth, everything about him looked hotter and tastier than the night before. Seth wasted no time to have morning sex, and breakfast.

The prey, whose name was Jack, spent the next several months living like this, as Seth's infinite source of food and sex. He'd tried to escape multiple times, but it had only ended with him being fucked harder, and digested slower. One night, Seth accidentally figured out that he could also grow his cock to swallow live prey... After that discovery, Jack would spend the daytime in Seth's stomach, and nighttime in his balls. In between was when he'd reform and be used for sex. Eventually Jack accepted the routine of sucking Seth's dick, getting fucked, swallowed, and digested. This was his new life.

After several months of this routine, something suddenly changed. As Jack was reforming from a giant cum puddle on Seth's bedroom floor, his cells seemed to mutate and redivide. Now, there were two identical copies of Jack, with the same memories, personality, etc.

As it turns out, it was a win-win situation. Jack would be able to (literally) keep himself company, and Seth's belly and balls would always be full. Also, it was hot. Seth would often eat both Jacks, and they'd 69 in Seth's stomach or balls.

I guess the Jacks did the world a favor - never again would Seth need to hunt innocent men; he could spend the rest of his days with his belly and balls fed by Jack.