"Think you can resist my pred pheromones?" Dan posted online, and that itself was enough. At least one guy every week would show up to try and beat the "challenge" he'd issued. They'd goon out with their face in his pit, and inevitably, when he asked if they wanted to go home or get churned into a nutrient soup, they always chose to be his next meal.
His brother even fell for it. "Dude for real? That's crazy," he'd said. His own pheromones had never been that strong and consistent. "You're probably just running into willing prey who wanted to feed you anyway."
Dan had joked. "You want to find out?"
Of course, his brother laughed. "Pred musk doesn't work on family." There'd been decades of research into it and only like five confirmed cases of pheromones turning blood relations into eager gut sluts.
Of course, Dan took it as a challenge. They were just shooting the shit. He didn't expect it to work.
But the moment his brother started whimpering and lapping at his pit, begging for his dick, he knew his scent had worked his magic. So he dumped five loads in his brother's ass and throat. He thoroughly ruined the guy. Pissed on him. Stepped on him. He kept sticking his brother's face in his pit to make sure he stayed in that prey space.
And the whole time, his "pred" brother was begging to get used, churned, and dumped.
And after that fifth load, Dan's stomach growled.
And he shoved his own brother's feet in his mouth.
And he swallowed.
He blew another load as he swallowed his brother, and a seventh as the guy struggled away in his gut, movements growing fainter and fainter until he was nothing but a mushy mess.
