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[partlydigested]

Giving everyone one (1) free fleshlight! Due to my kind heart!

[partlydigested]

Thinking about this again. If I had the money I would give a custom fleshlight to all my moots that wanted one.

The only condition is they have to record a video of themselves fucking it while saying stuff like "die... die just fucking die you cumstain" and "my nuts killed you. You're my fucking cum now. You're not a person. You're my next cumshot."

[zadenight]

For @compressiongearfan

[cynicalash]

[zadestransformations]

“Yo Jake! When did you get so good!” nick shouted thru the microphone as they’re match ended with him losing fair and square.

“Actually, it’s not Jake. I should tell you…I’m actually his room mate Ryan… See I took over Jake’s computer, and all his games, and all of his other stuff after I turned him into my briefs.” Ryan laughed as he felt his sexy blue and green lined briefs squirm and squeeze around his sweaty gaymer nuttsack.

“What the fuck!? C-can you really do that? Is Jake ok? I mean, does he like this?” Nick asked, both confused and aroused by the news that his former gaming partner was now just his room mate’s underwear.

“oh who knows! I never bothered to ask him. Tho, he was like, ‘nnooooo! That’s too fucked up I want to be human not dirty underwear!’ it was hella hot to hear him beg until his whole body turned into mute fabric! Haha!” Ryan laughed and reached down to stroke his cock thru the soft fabric of his sentient briefs. He felt his Jake-briefs squirm and squeeze on his dick. He’d gotten so into the gaming session with Nick that he worked up a sweat. Of curse, that’s exactly what those new underwear existed for, to wrap around his sexy ass and balls and soak up his sweat. “to be honest, I don’t care if he hates it any more. Jake was a shitty room mate so now he lives wedged up between my ass and balls. I like this arrangement a lot better…” Ryan kept stroking as he got off on dominating the boy he transformed. And he knew that there was no harm in confessing to Nick, since he got dominated in the game and lost their bet same as Jake had.

“Wha-what the fuck!” Nick’s voice crackled over the voice chat. “you turned him into your underwear anyway? That’s fucked up man! You should change him back right? Uhhnn… I feel… Dizzy…” Nick’s voice faltered as he heard Ryan laugh again.

“remember our bet? The loser has to fulfill the winner’s wish. And I wish to add you to my collection just like I did to Jake. Now, become my new pair of underwear, Nick. Do it, feel yourself changing. You lost the bet. Your a loser….” Ryan kept rubbing his dick as he listened in on Nick panicking on the other end of the chat. His cock smeared precum into the blue fabric and he felt heat radiate from his living briefs as his dick rubbed thru them. He wasn’t sure if that meant Jake was horny or just humiliated by his transformation. Hell, Ryan didn’t even know if there was enough of Jake’s mind left to understand that his former friend was about to join him in life as just another of Ryan’s sexy pairs of underwear.

“ooohhh fffuuuckkk… My hands! What did you do man make it stop! Fucking hell I can’t hold the controller! Ryan dude this isn’t funny! Don’t makeemmmm muuuhhnnn… Muuhhn moouthhnnn!? Chootttohhn….!! Mmmuuhh nuuhhoohhnmmmmmm!!” Nick’s panicked voice quickly degrades as he feels his whole body tingle and become hot with magical energy. First his old clothes vanish and his naked body begins to turn darker and red. His arms and legs quickly deform and fold into him. Nick can only mutely squirm during the last degrading part of the transformation. His face melds and flattens out into the crotch, and the rest of his body fluffs out into his new final form: just a sexy pair of red boxers laying in the chair where Nick was sitting moments ago. The new underwear could only squirm and twitch silently as it heard Ryan’s voice thru the headset laying on the chair next to it.

“uuunnnfffff! Fuuuck yeah! That was so hot hearing you turn! I’m gonna ahhhh!” Ryan moaned and stroked his gaymer cock harder until he hit the pinnacle of pleasure and shot a load of spunk into his dirty blue briefs. “unngggg…. Just gave Jakey a thick load of cum to soak up. Your address was in his phone, Nick. So I’ll be there to pick you up soon. Can’t wait to try on my new pair. Don’t go anywhere! Haha! Get it cause you can’t! Your just fucking underwear now loser! See you soon. ” with that Ryan clicked off and stripped the cum stained blue and green briefs briefs from his ass and cock. He lifted the old pair up and sniffed them and let out a satisfied grunt at how well smelled like his musky self.“ seeya when I seeya… ” Ryan said and tossed the cum soaked Jake-briefs into a corner behind his bed. He was sure he would dig them out eventually. But for now he wanted to go collect his new pair. He went commando to drive to Nick’s house. When he got there he found the red briefs laying in Nick’s gaming chair. “there they are!” Ryan smiled and grabbed the underwear, without giving them a thought he slipped them on. “mmmmmm so soft and warm! And fuck! They’re squirming so much it’s like a massage for my cock and ass. Damn I love this pair! That’s right Nick give me all you got! ” Ryan said with a moan as his dick hardened out and stretched the underwear, showing off his sexy bulge nicely. His body began to change too as he absorbed all of Nick’s former strength and Masculine traits that he lost when he became Ryan’s underwear. Ryan just laughed and flexes his new muscles. He even gets to feel the pleasure of his cock getting bigger and stretching tightly into a hot sexy bulge in his red briefs. Ryan looks down at Nick’s desk “now, let’s have a look at Nick’s phone. Maybe there are some hotties in here I can add to the collection…” Ryan says with a wicked grin as he feels those helpless red briefs squirming around him, knowing the fun he will get out of this new pair is just beginning…

[zadenight]

Holy crap one of my old posts is still alive!! If you’re into this follow me at my new account!! :D

[zadenight]

[shockblast-deactivated20220110]

Late night snack

Covering the mouth of my squirming cock food as he attempts to escape getting jizzed, but based on the loss of feeling in his legs and the louder sloshing in my balls they are already jizz, so no where for him to run, slowly melting away. Is he cumming or is his cock melting into my load? Based on his moans and the squelching I'd say both. Looking forward to soiling his bed sheets with his remains 😈🥒💦💦💦

[voremevorny]

"Oh fuck, yeah man... you feel so good."

I growled in his ear as the handsome ginger me under that i had seduced at the bar moaned and squeezed around my cock. He was so tight already but the way he was choking my hungry cock. It was driving me wild.

"Oh fuck yeah daddy~" he moaned as i put my fist into the mattress and kept pounding. The way he was squirming was so hot and adorable. All this just from me pounding him and him enjoying it. I couldnt wait, he was just making me so ... hungry.

"You like that huh?~"

"Oh fuck yes~"

I smiled and laughed a bit.

"Good~ keep having fun cock meat.~"

His eyes went wide as I trusted inside of him moaning as it set in that i was gonna be the last guy he ever fucked. Before he could even try to run his ass was already merged with my cock. He squirmed and tried to get away but it was too late my veins were already creeping up his back as I rushed to my favorite part, merging our feeling and emotions.

Most preds do this part last because it leads to them cumming from all the pleasure but thats only with men who are really and truly cock meat. Me though, I prefer going after guys who never wanna be stabbed. The pure rush I get when I feel their terror as I their legs swells and become wrinkled. The pleasure that comes as my hunger for their lives floods into them. They always beg me to stop just like this bitch thats getting attached to my hip and its always, without fail, so exciting. A preys fear, anguish, anger, and sorrow in their final moments is pure bliss to me. Even more so because once they feel my hunger those emotions get even stronger.

"Fuck yeah~ you're dying here red head~ im gonna merge every bit of you into my cock and then churn whatever left over~"

"N-no wait ... I i have a family! PLEASE! I-ILL GIVE YOU ANYTHMMMGLUGUG!"

The rush coming from his mouth getting overwhelmed by my precum caused him my balls to churn. Nothing and I do mean nothing beats being able to feast on guys like this. The please was so intense it caused my eyes to roll up into the back of my head and by the time I looked back down he was almost all shaft. I could feel it, his consciousness still alive inside of my body as I stroked my currently 4 foot cock with the beach ball sized nuts churning away behind me.

"Fuck yeah~ im gonna kill ya~ make you nothing more than cumstains and cock meat~ thats all your life amounted to before before dying~ even now I know you love it~ you're scared of how good my churning you to death feels,~" I growled as I leaned down and kissed my own cock. Fully making out with my shaft and tip while licking it. "Just give in~ and~ oh fuck~ oh fuck yeah!~ CUM YOURSELF TO THE GRAVE! UUUUUUUUGH!!~"

"SPLUUUURT~"

[voremevorny]

“How’s he smell boy?” The larger pred asked as I took in my best friends musk. About a week ago we had been hanging out on his coach when outta nowhere he asked me if I had ever cocked someone or been cocked. It was a surprising question but considering how much of a bottom I was I had been asked about it before.

“Neither, why?” I responded looking a little confused but also feeling turned on.

“No reason just curious.” He said with an awkward smile.

“Bullshit, what’s up.”

He let out a sigh before sucking his teeth. “Well I had been wanting to become this guys cock for a while after he reached out. I didn’t wanna rush it but I think I’m ready.”

“Holy shit dude that’s awesome! I didn’t even know you were a part!”

“Yeah yeah but well here’s the thing… I was sorta hoping you’d be the one to swallow my perming load.” I could help but blush and start kissing him when he asked. “WOW WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“I’d be honored to man, now let’s get you acquainted with my mouth and ass so you can be sure which end you want it in~” I said as I started dropping my pants. The rest of that day was him testing out both my throat and ass with his cock.

By the time the day rolled around me and his new host were both taking turns getting cum filled make out sessions from him as his body changed. I could tell from how they were moaning it felt amazing. It was definitely hot to see my old friends legs curl up and become massive wrinkly cum makers as veins spread up his body. And that moment when he lost his arms and just looked like a cock with a head on it. I couldn’t help but take a picture of the three of us smiling together. This picture here is just after he finished turning and shrank down to a more manageable size. He could still turn back if he wanted so long as he didn’t cum but we all knew cumming was exactly what he wanted.

“He smells amazing~”

“You ready for him?” The man I never meet before today asked as I gently kissed his tip.

“Absolutely~” I instantly started throating the cock that was my friend. He tasted so good, so sweet and the way his girth spread my throat open. It was amazing. His soft veins in my lips as I could hear the man moaning above me. This was what they both wanted and I couldn’t wait to have the pleasure of two men pumping down my throat. Luckily I didn’t have to wait long as I got a thick load of my friends only hope of being human again and this man outstanding pleasure pumped into my mouth as I gulped up as much of it as I could.

[voremevorny]

"Oh fuck, yeah man... you feel so good."

I growled in his ear as the handsome ginger me under that i had seduced at the bar moaned and squeezed around my cock. He was so tight already but the way he was choking my hungry cock. It was driving me wild.

"Oh fuck yeah daddy~" he moaned as i put my fist into the mattress and kept pounding. The way he was squirming was so hot and adorable. All this just from me pounding him and him enjoying it. I couldnt wait, he was just making me so ... hungry.

"You like that huh?~"

"Oh fuck yes~"

I smiled and laughed a bit.

"Good~ keep having fun cock meat.~"

His eyes went wide as I trusted inside of him moaning as it set in that i was gonna be the last guy he ever fucked. Before he could even try to run his ass was already merged with my cock. He squirmed and tried to get away but it was too late my veins were already creeping up his back as I rushed to my favorite part, merging our feeling and emotions.

Most preds do this part last because it leads to them cumming from all the pleasure but thats only with men who are really and truly cock meat. Me though, I prefer going after guys who never wanna be stabbed. The pure rush I get when I feel their terror as I their legs swells and become wrinkled. The pleasure that comes as my hunger for their lives floods into them. They always beg me to stop just like this bitch thats getting attached to my hip and its always, without fail, so exciting. A preys fear, anguish, anger, and sorrow in their final moments is pure bliss to me. Even more so because once they feel my hunger those emotions get even stronger.

"Fuck yeah~ you're dying here red head~ im gonna merge every bit of you into my cock and then churn whatever left over~"

"N-no wait ... I i have a family! PLEASE! I-ILL GIVE YOU ANYTHMMMGLUGUG!"

The rush coming from his mouth getting overwhelmed by my precum caused him my balls to churn. Nothing and I do mean nothing beats being able to feast on guys like this. The please was so intense it caused my eyes to roll up into the back of my head and by the time I looked back down he was almost all shaft. I could feel it, his consciousness still alive inside of my body as I stroked my currently 4 foot cock with the beach ball sized nuts churning away behind me.

"Fuck yeah~ im gonna kill ya~ make you nothing more than cumstains and cock meat~ thats all your life amounted to before before dying~ even now I know you love it~ you're scared of how good my churning you to death feels,~" I growled as I leaned down and kissed my own cock. Fully making out with my shaft and tip while licking it. "Just give in~ and~ oh fuck~ oh fuck yeah!~ CUM YOURSELF TO THE GRAVE! UUUUUUUUGH!!~"

"SPLUUUURT~"

[justcause10882]

[basic-bro]

Relax dude I just shoved two lone swimmers down my cock. I’m full for now. Those guys didn’t see me coming and now they are swimming in my balls. Once I churn them down I’ll let you suck them out before I go find some replacements. This is why I love or beach days soooo many easy meals.

[maleeatsmale]

NOT MY STORY. (1)

This was originally submitted as an anonymous ask on sinful-fuckr's now defunct blog. Mark/Ace the Fireguy was talking about not being able to find it to share as he had only the next copied down.

I have a couple other stories from the same annon saved I might share, as I cannot reblog the saved drafts.

Micheal had always loved this three sons, Josh, Luke and Cody, and enjoyed all the games of catch and family dinners they had shared together. But later in life, when Josh, his oldest, was in his 20s and living at home, tensions started to rise. See, they had never had a ton of money, what with Mike being a single parent and all, so even though Mike was willing to let Josh drop out of school because it “wasn’t for him” he had been very clear that he had to get a job or find some way of making money to pay off those loans ASAP. Josh had brushed it aside, promising to get some cash soon.

As it turned out, Josh seemingly had no intention of ever getting a job. From Mike’s perspective, all he could see was Josh partying with Cody like he was still in high school (his middle son, Luke, away at a different college with a cushy scholarship). He seemed to be a bad influence on Cody too, the two of them staying up way to late partying and playing videogames so Cody would end up being late for school and Josh would snooze the day away until it was the afternoon. He also resented having another mouth to feed again. Mike had been quiet the body builder in his day, ripped and rippled with bitches and queers hanging on his every word. Until he started raising his boys, who he loved, he reminded himself, he had had to sacrifice the cost and time he put aside for his eating regimen, exercise routine and gym membership to go to PTA meetings and work harder to get in enough money. He had lost a lot of muscle, getting fairly skinny compared to what he used to be.

He was so excited when Luke and Josh had gone to school because there was finally time and money available to become the jacked stud he used to be. He gained muscle like nothing, and was just waiting for Cody to move out so he could finally return to his former glory. Then Josh had moved in, and only a few months later he was losing mass again.

All this Mike could let slide on the sole count that Josh was looking for a Job. Or, at least he said he was. Mikey had never seen he going out looking for interviews, but when Josh had told him not to worry, that all this stuff was online now, he decided to give josh the benefit of the doubt.

Until one night, he had just lost it. Mike had had a work emergency, having to drive out late at night and be out until 4am. When he got home, he was in a terrible mood, sleepy and starving. He thought of making something to eat, but he just wanted to got to bed. As he made his way up, he passed Josh’s room and heard the bleeps and bloops of his son’s Gaming system. Mike got mad balling his fists. Was he serious? Mike had worked a real job all his life to buy this brat that gaming system, now here he was wasting his life away, no job, eating up even more of his life? Mike lost it.

He slammed the door open so forcefully the frame shook and Josh yelped and turned to face his dad, only in a shirt and some underwear. “Whoa!” Josh said. “Dad, everything alright?” Mike glared at his son, and all he could think of was how ungrateful hne was and how much of a disappointment he had turned out to be. I lost muscle mass for this? he thought cruley. For some reason, this made his stomach growl even more. “Uuuuhhh… Dad?” Might as well get some of that mass back from where it went!

Without so much as a second thought, Mike walked up to his son, who have him a confused look, opened his mouth as wide as he could and brought it down over Josh’s skull. Josh thrashed and screamed, the sound all muffled. “Dad??? What are you doing?! Stop!!”

Emotion left Mike’s mind as soon as his son’s flavor registered on his tounge, and his stomach cried out for relief. So Mike gulped. The first gulp, *gllk* which brought josh up to his shoulders got everyone on the same page and Josh froze in shock. Mike followed with another swallow, *gllk* and Josh flailed. He thrashed for escape with all his might, screaming his head off as it went deeper and deeper doen his father’s throat. “NO!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??? DAD PLEASE STOP!!!! CODY!!!!! HELP!!!! SOMEBODY HELP!!!!” but no one answered. Cody’s room was down the hall, and he had always been known to be a heavy sleeper.

Mike’s heart was racing with adrenaline. Somewhere in the back of his head, he remembered feeling wolflike, powerful, animalistic as he greedily stuffed down his son’s shoulders, ripping off his shirt as to not ruin the taste. His son had a nice tight rippled twink body, the tickled his throat and tounge as his abbs and hips slid down.

Josh’s heart was also racing, but in fear. How could his father to this to him? what had he done wrong? was he going to die in here??? all these questions were pushed to the back of his mind with each new swallow because the only thing he could think in utter disbelief was: My dad is eating me alive! As his father removed his boxers and took his dick and balls into his mouth, Josh didn’t even have time to react to his own sexual stimulation as his head was forced against a tight sphincter, the end of his father’s esophagus. On the next swallaow, Josh thought terrified, I’ll actually be going in his stomach. With that thought he thrashed harder than ever, he dad grabing his ankles as he flaied his leggs like eels.

Mikey paused holding his son’s ankles out from him to get his gag reflex under control. Phew this was hardowrk! This alone was more of a workout than he had in years, although he thought it made sense as eating a man fighting for his life took probably more effort than any deadlift. Taking the second to lick around and taste it son, Mike realized that Josh’s cock was hard in his mouth, which made him laugh, humming around his son’s flesh. As he laughed, his son’s panicked reinvigorated, but his cock also stood straighter. If there was one thing that 24 years of raising horny teenage boys had taught mike, he reflected as he expertly copped his own son’s dick with his tounge, it was that a good orgasm was known to tucker em out.

Inside his father, Josh was getting overloaded from the fear and sexual stimulation and began going into shock as his father’s tounge jerked him off. It felt better than any blowjob he’d gotten at college, and when he finally came all the way down his dad’s throat and back onto his own face, he felt his leggs spasm uncontrollably and blacked out for a coulple seconds, which was all the time his father needed.

Taking atvantahed of the temporary ragdoll, Mike threw his head back and gulped as many times as it took to get him down as fast as possible. By the time Josh came to, his head and shoulders were cradled by hot pink fleshy stomach walls that essentially shrink wrapped him in his fathers belly. he tried squirming again, but all he could do was kick his feet as his father sucked in his calves like noodles. Opening his mouth to run his tongue all over the soles of his son’s feet, Mikey was basking in the euphoria of his stomach, higher than any drug could’ve gotten him. Or any fatherly love, he thought as he snapped his mouth shut and gulped.

And with that final gulp, Mike stood there in Josh’s room alone, with the video gane he was playing flashing the same screen over and over again. “Game Over.”

“DAD!!” Miek was rosed by his thoughts when he looked down to see his son’s writhing mass just behind the extended walls of his furry six-pack. “Let em out!!!”

Mikey burped into his fist. “Why should I? So you can eat more free meals? So you can spend more of my money? So you can get us even further in debt?”

Inside, Josh couldn’t believe his ears. “What?? Are you serious?!? I’ll move out! I-I’ll pay you back!!! Please, I’ll do anything you want just let me out!!”

Mike licked a glop of cum off of his chin and picked his teeth, pulling out one of josh’s dark hairs. “Yeah, well, you should’ve thought of that before you decided to sit around here all day playing videogames instead of making some damn money.”

“But I am making money!!” Josh cried from within his father.

Mike raised an eye brow at his stomach. “What are you talking about?”

“Look!!!” Josh scream “I’m streaming!!”

Streaming? What could that mean? Josh looked around, over to the computer screen and saw that there was a little box off the corner showing a video of… him? Mike walked closed peering at the camera. There he was, his shirt ripped to expose his boulder of a gut with his son clear as day inside it. His own son’s boxers and shirt where on the floor, discarded like candy wrappers. Mike noticed a flurry of activity in one corner of the screen. “What do all these words mean?”

“They’re my chat! They send me money for playing videogames! I’ve been making money the whole time i’ve been back while i’ve been applying to places online!“ “Oh…”

Well now Mike felt a little stupid and a little guilty. His son really HAD been trying…

There was a bing on the screen. “What does that mean?” “I just got a donation!! See!?! I’m Making money!!! Now can you Please let me out Dad, I’m so hot…”

Miek decided to ignore his son’s request for survival, he still needed to make ip his mind. “It has a message attached to it…” “I don’t care! Just please, I can’t-“ it says “Digest him.”

Josh froze. “W-What?”

“Right here, it says for… holy shit, 50$ “PLEASE DIGEST HIM. It was so hot watching you eat your own son”. Look here’s another for, holy shit, 500 dollars! It says, “Please digest him. it would be so hot to watch my favorite streamer get churned by his own pa.” hmmm….”

Josh started to Panic again, dread setting in. “Dad? Dad. Please let me out. Please don’t listen to them i’m… Dad, I’m you SON!!!!”

Mikey stood and thought long and hard about what to do. He felt guilty that was for sure, tuamatizing his hardworking son who had found a way to make money his own way, and felt embarrassed with himself for being so confident that Josh was only worth a work out boost. The problem for Josh was that more and more donations where coming in every second for a full digestion stream, and with each of them a substantial amount of cash. What sent it over the edge was a donation for 1000 dollars that read “please man, i’ve always wanted to see someone get digested alive! all you have to do is sleep where the camera will see you.” Money for sleeping and eating??? Man, his son had the right idea… Unfortunately for him.

Mike trued to break the news gently. “So hey kiddo,” Mike said patting his stomach affectionately “Y-yeah, dad?” Josh sounded so pitiful and horrified that Mike new he should’ve been disgusted with himself, but in truth it took everything in him not to laugh. “Unfortunately, money’s been really tight and this is just too good of an opportunity to pass up…”

“W-What? Are you serious!?!”

“Yeah… Sorry, Joshy. I loved you and you really didn’t do anything wrong just bad luck i suppose.”

“No… No! NO!!! HELP!!! HELP!!!!! CODY, SOMONE HELP!!!!! I’m GONNA DIE!!!!”

Die? thought mike, absent midenly as he rubbed over his son-filled stomach. Was he actually killing his son? Or was he just turning him back into the flesh he came from? was that really so wrong? Mike pondered all this as got settled in Josh’s bed, were the watchers would be able to watch his kid get melted down into gains. As he fell asleep to the message of his son’s thrashing and the ambient noise of his wailing Mike realized that even if he was killing his son by digesting him, belching out his skull, and selling it to the highest bidder between the muscle gains, new career opportunity and easy money He could live with himself.

Hey don’t know if you like getting other ppls stories but had to put this somewhere lol

sinful-fuckr-deactivated2026051 answered:

FUCK this is hot. thank you for sharing aha

I'm totally down for people to send their own content, I love reading it and would love feature it here!

I hope mike enjoys his new streaming career ;)

[maleeatsmale]

Reblogging now that I have the full story posted properly.

[steamypits]

[vore-mecca]

“Oh c’mon dude, what are you gonna do? Eat me or something?”

Ironic last words for a young prey, don’t you think?

[partlydigested]

Its honestly sooooo fucking cool that there are people that get off on the idea of killing someone in their balls.

Because like. I get off on the idea of dying in someone's balls!

And also. If you jack off while thinking about that, its also cool. Because like that would kill the person even quicker. And then if you cum you can pretend that any cum that came out is the person and that's cool in my opinion.

The world is so beautiful sometimes....

[bobbirob]

[coopers-kitchen]

I throw a Halloween party every year, and just like with every party I'm always serving up longpig - and with it being a holiday, I want to make sure I have something really special.

Luckily, I get pigs more or less begging for the chance to be one of my holiday meals. So this year I did something different.

In January, I posted on Meat-up that I was looking for pigs for all the major holidays. I got photos, videos, nutritional information, diets, measurements, everything I needed to make an informed decision. I narrowed the shortlist down to fifty pigs and had them all get a one way trip out to California, with the understanding that they'd never go home, as I made my final selection.

Some of the decisions were easy. I knew I wanted a Chinese pig for Chinese New Year, and of the two pigs that flew out from Shanghai, one needed a little too much time to get ready, while one of them was good enough to eat. A cornfed, All-American type was ideal for a July 4 barbecue, and even though I don't personally celebrate eid, the 300 pound Saudi Arabian boy definitely warranted a feast of his own.

Don't worry, I made sure all the pigs I didn't pick went to good homes - a few went to Isla Cerdos, a few went to some chef friends of mine, two got sent as project pigs at the Isla Cerdos culinary program, three were butchered, and the rest went to pigsitters until I had space for them as house pigs.

This was my selection for Halloween - 300 pounds of prime pork, with plenty of time to maintain his meat and ensure the maximum flavour. I shifted him to an mostly vegetarian diet and monitored him carefully, made sure he only ate pre approved snacks, and lots of them. Two months before Halloween, I cut meat out entirely - this pig was strictly a vegetarian. One month before he was caged and fed only 100% efficient and vegetarian pig slop. Four days before Halloween and he switched to a liquid diet, only brought out when it was time to shave him, clean him, and prep him for the oven the day before the big event.

I celebrated the season with a sweet stuffing- maple syrup, longpork from a pig who'd hoped to be my Halloween meal but sold to a butcher bud of mine (seems only fair he got to participate in some way), donuts, pumpkin, cinammon, pecans, and nutmeg. It tasted so good he was only too eager to shovel it down his throat while I worked fistful after fistful up his eager ass, packing him tight - after all, he had a lot of mouths to feed. A maple pecan glaze rubbed into every inch of pork, and I even switched out the traditional apple for a candy one. Then, it was just a matter of trussing him up and sliding him into the oven. I take Halloween seriously, hence the longer than usual cooking time - an extra long time on a low heat meant plenty of time for all the fat to melt into the pork for extra flavour and tenderness, and it meant this Pork Chop got to experience cooking for a nice long time, especially when I broght him out to baste or rest the meat and, well, if you can't play with your food on Halloween, when can't you? Just call it a trick. He was ready when it was time for my guests to arrive, and as an extra treat for such a special pig, I served him rare - still alive, unable to feel pain, but aware that he was being eaten. I even paid some of the wait staff from one of my restaurants overtime if they worked the event, carving the meat while me and my buds and pigs enjoyed the party.

Well, it's safe to say that the party was a huge success - the pig was tender, delicious, and lasted for hours as we went back and forth to get more and more, and I bet this pig was satisfied to finally become the meal he'd always dreamed of.

[gay-vore-mania]

I’ve had a lot of people as me since I made these blogs whether I’m a prey or pred. To be totally honest, neither. While I find vore written from both perspectives really hot, I think my ideal position when it comes to vore would be a 3rd party watching it go down. I’d love to have a pred boyfriend, whose throat I could hold my hands against as he swallows twinky prey boys whole. I’d absolutely love to jerk off his humongous cock after it slurped up some dumb jock. Honestly, I think one of my biggest fantasies is sucking off a cock pred after he just sucked someone down his cock, so he could pump gallon after gallon of cummified twink straight into my stomach, or even better, shoot the guy down my throat covered in cum before he’s even dissolved, so I can feel him squirming in my cum filled stomach.

[omegacop]

A Dream Come True

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.

A Dream Come True

When Greg realized he had the winning lottery numbers, his first thought wasn't "No more student loans!" or "I can quit my job!". For him, it was "My relationship is saved!". Greg had been dating a stud he knew to be out of his league for almost a year now, and his anxiety had been pointing out sign after sign of his boyfriend getting tired of him. Less interest in what was going on in Greg's life, more evenings spent out with co-workers without Greg, and romantic travel plans delayed further and further. It had basically just become the Dom/sub sex play that had started their relationship. But with this... with this he could save it all. A win this big meant he could spend his time properly devoting himself to Nolan.

He immediately tried calling his boyfriend, and after ringing 3 times was sent to voicemail. Greg wasn't overly concerned, this had become a regular occurrence. Nolan was a busy lawyer and was probably in a meeting with a client or something. Greg sent a text instead of leaving a message he knew wouldn't be listened to, just asking Nolan to call him as soon as possible, that it was urgent, and then went back to his own less-important work.

It was 3 hours later that Greg dropped everything to answer Nolan's call. Nolan's deep voice had started distracted (or disinterested?) but quickly focused in as Greg whispered the good news, not wanting co-workers to overhear. For the first time in weeks Nolan seemed genuinely excited and happy with Greg; the lawyer ordered the younger man not to say or do anything until they met at Nolan's house that evening before hanging up with a recently-rare "Good Boy". They each finished out their remaining workdays daydreaming of what was coming (but with very different daydreams).

After pulling into Nolan's driveway, Greg made sure to doublecheck his appearance in the sun-visor's mirror. He considered himself moderately attractive for a 32-year-old officially out of his twink years. He had short blond hair that he tried to style like an early Zac Efron, an average body that used to be more toned (back when his younger metabolism ignored his food choices), and stood 5'10" on a good day. He was nervous and giddy knocking on Nolan's door; Nolan had his key to Greg's place but still hadn't given one in return, but maybe that would change soon...

Greg's breath caught just like every time Nolan opened the door. The handsome lawyer was still in his expensive gray suit with only the tie loosened. Nolan was 6'1", 45 years old, broad-chested, had shiny black hair slicked back, and possessed an ever-present bulge snaking down the well-tailored leg of his suitpants (something he used to his advantage in court). Greg giggled at the neck-kisses he received as he slipped by his handsome boyfriend, another thing he'd been missing. As soon as they'd settled on the couch, drinks in hand, Nolan was demanding to see the winning ticket. The lottery had rolled over unclaimed more than a few times, so the prize pot was an undoubtedly life-changing amount.

Nodding in satisfaction, Nolan pulled a packet of papers out of his briefcase alongside one of his fancy pens. That mesmerizing voice assured Greg that the safest way to claim the money without revealing his identity (and all the problems that invited) was to create an LLC administered by a trusted associate at his firm, and have the "firm" present the winning ticket and receive the funds. The legal-ese flew right over Greg's head, but he happily signed and initialed everywhere Nolan pointed; he missed the parts Nolan would sign later to make himself an equal beneficiary, and the sole receiver of funds if something happened to Greg.

That night the two went at it just like when they'd first started dating; Greg was completely focused on giving Nolan maximum pleasure; Nolan was dominant as always, directing his younger boyfriend in the proper ways to worship the studly lawyer once again. Greg loved it all; kissing toes... being smothered under that muscular ass... giving a tongue bath to musky armpits... nearly passing out from being skull-fucked... and finally having Nolan's humongous member spreading his hole open til he felt like he'd tear in half, a hand wrapped around his throat the entire time.

After shooting his 3rd load of the night into Greg's slightly swelling gut, Nolan collapsed on top of the smaller man, letting his furry chest completely cover Greg's hairless back. With his mouth right next to Greg's ear, the lawyer whispered to him. "Let's take that vacation we've been putting off. First class to Amsterdam, seeing the sights, sampling the cuisine, and showing off at the sex parties. Phone your bitch of a boss that you quit, start packing your things, and we'll fly out after my buddy collects the winnings for you. What do you say?"

It was a dream come true, as Greg forced out from beneath the weight of his boyfriend's heavy body. He'd never been to Europe, but Amsterdam was the place he'd always wanted to visit first. Of course it was the wrong time of year to see the Tulip Festival, but they'd still be able to visit the monuments, the red light district, and even the sex parties his most adventurous friends had murmured about.

The next few days passed in a blur. Greg was just a bit too nice to tell off his passive-aggressive supervisor the way Nolan had suggested, but still took enormous satisfaction in letting the woman know (by email) that he would not be returning to work effective immediately, and not to contact him ever again. The LLC was formed and the winnings collected. Just like that the young man found himself sipping champagne in an airline seat comfier than his recliner, with his impossibly-handsome boyfriend right beside him, relationship saved and an Amsterdam Adventure only hours away.

There was a car waiting for them at the airport that whisked them away to a posh hotel. Up in the hotel's most expensive suite, Greg luxuriated naked on a massive, cloud-like bed; Nolan researched the events going on that weekend from his own spot in the in-room Jacuzzi. Both letting their minds wander about all the fun that would be had. Suddenly an idea struck Greg. In a rare bout of assertiveness, he told Nolan that he already knew exactly where they should start. A little taken aback by his meek boytoy wanting to take the lead, Nolan decided to see what he had in mind.

They took a taxi to one of the most well-known gay leather shops in Europe. Greg was like an overexcited puppy, darting from rack to rack and looking over the options before waving over a shop attendant and pointing at Nolan (who had barely had time to enter the doorway and start taking in the 3-story establishment). The normally dominant lawyer found himself thrust into a spacious dressing cubicle by the quiet shop attendant before a variety of outfits were hung next to him. Nolan was pleasantly surprised to have the handsome attendant stripping him completely out of his travel clothes and buckling him into the softest leather he'd ever touched.

Though the shopkeepers didn't even bat an eye at it, the eyes of every customer were drawn to the stud as he was brought out for Greg's inspection. For his part, Greg just tried not to drool as his boyfriend stood before him looking every inch like he'd stepped out of a Tom of Finland comic. The Muir cap and riding boots were shined to perfection; a leather shirt that perfectly showed off his pecs and narrow waist; lambskin gloves that would look perfect wrapped around a throat; and of course an exquisite pair of chaps that showcased Nolan's python and bubble-butt. Some of the other shoppers drew closer, whispering to each other about the man's package and physique. Nolan preened at the attention, his cock inflating to a semi to more appreciative murmers.

After strapping a leather jock onto Nolan, grabbing a few other pieces like a leather kilt and apron, and getting himself a more simple outfit of the softest leather shorts and a perfectly fitting bar vest, Greg proudly brought his man to the counter and paid for it all. He imagined the whispers were about how lucky he was to have such a man on his arm. He was even rewarded with a deep kiss from Nolan, a rare show of public affection. They left the store wearing their new leathers, with Nolan enjoying the attention on the street and Greg growing increasingly embarrassed as the surge of confidence began to dwindle. By this time it was already evening, so they grabbed some chips on the street before making their way to a nearby leather bar.

It was there that Nolan made another of Greg's dreams come true. Somehow less than 40 minutes after entering, the newly wealthy sub found himself on his knees, his mouth being passed between Nolan and 3 other leather Doms, servicing them all to the best of his ability before having a rain of cum drizzle down onto his face and new vest. Being put to use like that always gave him a happy, satisfied glow, but it was taken to a new level being done in such a public space; they'd barely left the front area, so anyone walking in had been able to watch.

But as Greg leaned against a bench to catch his breath and recover, the glow started to fade again. He watched Nolan start to saunter out through the crowd, flirting with the hot, younger locals. A hand on the shoulder here, a caress of the ass there, and Nolan had Greg feeling some real jealousy. Still, he tried to hide it as best he could until they'd taxied back to the hotel. If the cab driver had any thoughts about the cum covered American man and his sweaty leather daddy, he kept them to himself.

Back in the hotel room, Nolan put his own plan into motion. He'd planned on giving Greg another day or two to enjoy his dream vacation, especially after that leather shop stunt had actually caused a brief flare-up of affection, but feeling that insecure gaze hounding his every step in the leather bar had reminded him all too well of why he'd already been planning to dump the clingy man. He'd only kept Greg on long after it'd stopped being enjoyable because he hadn't found someone better to take the guy's place yet. Nolan hated not having a worshipful sub to drop his load in/on whenever he pleased.

The lawyer had been planning to slowly ghost the younger man, but the lottery win had changed everything. It wasn't like Nolan was hurting for cash, but access to a pool that big would mean being able to start his own practice, living a much more high-class lifestyle, and having the means to indulge his darker desires more easily. One of those dark desires had only entered his mind after representing a recent client on a murder charge. The man's wife had been declared missing by her sister, but no trace of her had been found. Police had always been suspicious of the husband, but it wasn't until a few bleached, strangely softened bones had been found in the bushes beneath their balcony that he'd been formally charged.

Of course Nolan had been able to get his client off; all the evidence was completely circumstantial. It was during celebratory drinks after the Not-Guilty verdict that the tipsy man had confided to his lawyer how he'd churned his cheating wife up and shot her over the edge of the balcony. At first scoffing at the idea, Nolan had ended up plying the man with more booze until he'd learned how it could be done. The idea had stuck in his mind ever since, but it certainly wasn't something he'd try in his "own backyard"; he'd never end up in the same circumstances as his client.

And now with the appropriate papers filed, vacationing in a foreign country, and an irritation that was causing his nuts to itch, Nolan decided it was finally time to indulge. He'd already bred Greg twice at the leather bar after the initial bukkake, so it wasn't too much work to throw the smaller man onto the bed and slide back in. He wanted his nuts as empty as possible, and didn't hold back when pounding another load into the now sloppy hole.

He wanted Greg worn out, and this last fuck certainly achieved that. By the time Nolan's giant dick slid out of the now gaping hole, still dripping cum, it was all the smaller man could do to flop over onto his back and pant. Now Nolan's balls were empty, and as he psyched himself up for the next step, the mental image of melting his sub boyfriend into cum excited his cock to be hardest it had ever been. Nolan started focusing while pulling Greg's foot to his cum-lubed cock-slit. Just like he'd been warned, the initial stretch was excruciating, much like someone bottoming for Nolan without any prep would experience. But right alongside that pain was a rippling frisson at seeing his cock stretch out with the shape of Greg's foot.

Greg was still pretty out of it and covered in sweat, so he didn't notice the wet warmth on his foot. He didn't notice it on his other foot either when that was pulled in. It was the strangled moan from Nolan that finally got him to raise his head, just as his knees entered the angry-purple head of Nolan's impossibly stretched cock. The unfortunate man spent the precious time he could have been struggling away by just trying to comprehend what he was looking at.

His hairy, hunky boyfriend, stripped down to just that sexy pair of chaps, was inching his swollen cock-head over Greg's smooth, skinny legs. A continuous flow of liquid oozed out around his limbs, further lubing their progress into a shaft now as wide as Greg's entire torso. Nolan had been slowly and quietly crawling up the bed as the cock crawled up Greg's legs, but the predatory lawyer jolted forward upon seeing his doomed boyfriend coming out of the post-fuck stupor. One hand clamped down around Greg's throat and squeezed tight to prevent any cries for help. The other one grabbed both of Greg's thin wrists and yanked them down.

It was actually a familiar pose for them, cockvore aside. Nolan had always loved overpowering Greg and making him just a little scared, and Greg loved it just as much. The younger man felt his own cock shoot up to a raging erection at the situation even as his head swam. Nolan was squeezing at just the right spots on his neck, and Greg felt himself lose consciousness before he could even ask what was happening...

Greg woke back up with a snort and a head toss. He was surprised to find that instead of being pounded into next week (the normal way he'd come back from a good choke-out by Nolan), he was somehow neck-deep in his boyfriend's cock. He tried to figure out what was going on (again), looking questioningly into Nolan's handsome face in search of answers, but all Greg received from the bigger man was a sneer. A hand palming the top of his sweaty head was applying a steady force to sink him the rest of the way into the sticky wetness covering the rest of him.

As the hungry cock continued creeping over Greg's face, its owner felt another thrill at the look of betrayal in Greg's eyes, before they too disappeared from the world. Nolan let himself collapse onto his prey-filled cock, hugging it with his powerful arms and legs and enjoying the squirming inside. He humped his member into the silk sheets while massaging downwards with his limbs.

The one-sided breakup continued with Greg's outlined form sliding feet-first into Nolan's nutsack. The stretchy skin bulged out with its new short-term resident before springing back as tightly as it could. Nolan bit into a pillow to muffle his howls at the new, overwhelming sensations. That fucking client had warned him about how starting off would be, but had neglected to mention that stuffing an entire person into your scrotum was an even more intense combination of pain, pleasure, and intensity. It was all the new pred could do to white-knuckle his way through it. Still, there was definitely no going back now, not without dire consequences.

So it was that both Dom and sub struggled through their first (and for Greg, last) vore experience. It was a relief for Nolan once his ex was fully out of his shaft; it slowly returned to its normal size even as he stared down through his legs at his testicles. For some reason he'd thought they'd be rounded out. Instead, every inch of scrotum was wrapped around the curled up form of Greg, with almost every feature fully visible through the sack skin entrapping the younger man. Nolan could tell his prey was still wriggling a bit (which felt amazing), but the space was so tight any real struggles were impossible.

Nolan was glad there was no one to see the silly little maneuvers he had to make in order to flip over to his back without twisting his rather heavier testes, but he eventually managed it. He'd expected to need music to drown out any screams coming through, but the only noise he heard was the soft whimpering of his former "good boy". Apparently the man was submissive enough to have already accepted his situation, or held the inaccurate belief that Nolan would have a change of heart. But there was no chance Nolan was releasing his prey now.

With the intensity of the initial stretching done, the lawyer was finally able to lay back and enjoy the amazingly pleasurable sensation of an entire man filling out his nuts. He rested his hands behind his pillowed head and used his feet to massage over the form of Greg, soothing the doomed man a bit. As he drifted off from the exhausting experience, he wondered if there was any air in there...

Unfortunately for Greg, some air had come in with him and more seeped in from the shaft. Enough that he was still conscious when pred-sperm started trickling all around him. At first it just felt hot and wet. But the longer it coated his skin, the more he felt a pins-and-needles sensation. For a few minutes he actually felt some relief from the uncomfortable pressure and cramped position. But as time went on, he felt more and more odd. Like he was... less somehow. His brain was fogging up, and when he finally tried calling out to Nolan all that came out was a glurpy moan. Still, it seemed to have brought back his former lover's attention.

Feet roamed over him once again, and strong hands started rubbing and squeezing at him, testing for something. Initially he took comfort in it... right up until one strong squeeze of his wrist ended with a splash. His hand was just... gone! Nolan continued breaking him apart, piece by piece, until all that was left solid of Greg was his head and torso. The last thing he felt was that powerful hand start to grip his squishy skull...

Epilogue

It was mid-afternoon the following day. The bi-weekly sex party translated to "The Horsemen and their Knights". If you were determined to be only a knight, you had to pay an expensive cover. If the measuring device at the door showed you to be a Horseman, you got in free. The doorman gave a rare smirk when the newcomer lifted his leather kilt to be measured. Cock-preds were rare enough, but one with a nutsack still full of digested prey... well... this visitor was sure to be popular.

The visiting lawyer wasn't dumb enough to dispose of his "sadly distraught ex-boyfriend" in their own hotel room. He'd make a police report later about not seeing him since their break-up, but for now he was focused on disposing of the evidence a different way. There was no end of willing asses at the party, and he spread the Greg-turned-cum to at least 5 different bottoms, each leaving the party satisfied and with a cum-swollen belly. But the lawyer would be returning home to a new fortune and a new kink.

[partlydigested]

Have y'all seen those like. New electronic spinning fleshlight things?

Imagine a pred using one of those after cock voring someone..... you're getting fucking churned in a minute flat. Your only hope is they cum so quick that you're still solid. But you're probably not surviving the unbearable heat. Or their nuts clenching hard enough to break bones....