(Oral vore, consensual prey, safe vore.)
The tall, hairy chested man stood at the door to the hotel room and waited for the man who solicited his services to open the door. It took one "I'm here” message and that the door flew open.
A small, frankly pathetic looking man was standing and staring up at the muscle bull with his hands folded. There wasn't much dialog from the two men from the point of entry, until that rubber banded wad of cash found its way into the larger man's hand and into his wallet.
"So, what did you want me to be?" His deep voice rumbled as he counted the money to double check the amount.
"U-uhm... B-Big brother fantasy?" He sat back on the edge of the single bed, eyes still trained on his socked feet and barely finding the wherewithal to take short glances at the man. It must’ve been like staring at the sun for the smaller man, having such a large fellow present and paid for a very specific service.
"Not like you won’t have another chance to have another round," The prostitute slipped the money in his wallet before crossing his arms, hairy forearms wrapping over one another and sitting below those two thick pecs. The scrawny man gave his choice more thought, looking over the man and stopping at the smirk on the rent-man’s goateed face.
"Fuck... no, be a football player." This made the larger man’s smirk turn to a grin.
"College or Professional? Ooh, or even the coach?” The man flexed his arms, “Might be too old for both” He chuckled and started to take off his shirt. “Are you my fan? Or just some waterboy?" He leaned against the empty hotel dresser with his black shirt tossed over his shoulder.
He couldn't even stand to look at the larger man as he shamefully detailed his fantasy. Was it normal for him to help his customers decide?
“Could you be a bully also? Don’t actually hurt me or anything,” This concern amused the larger man.
"Remember the paper you signed? This belly promises no bodily harm, unless thats desired,” he punctuated his brief reiteration of his advertising with a stroke down his belly. “Do you have a safe word picked out yet?”
“Will this stop you… eating me? Or the whole experience?” The man looked up at the somewhat muscle bellied man’s navel, trying to picture how his fantasy will finally get fulfilled.
“Depends on when you say it. If I got your legs in my throat and I hear it, I’ll cough you up then. If you say it while tanked, I’ll take it as you’re ready to be let out. Sound good?” The man seemed professional enough and the reviews left nothing to be desired.
“Okay…” His client took a deep breath before finally looking him in the eye, their brown color matching the thick brows that hung over them. “My safeword is ‘Crunchwrap Supreme’…” This earned another laugh from the larger man.
“Thats a good idea for dinner… thanks for the suggestion,” He smiled and stroked his belly again. “So, I got my own safeword. I’ll let you know when my stomach is starting to get antsy and wants to actually make you food. Thats the maximum cut off, okay? Can’t go digesting my clientele.” He smiled and sat next to the still nervous man, “So, want that to be in character or for me to stop there and just let you out?”
The client was shocked at the level of customization…
“Awe, please,” The goateed man grinned and stood up again, “I’ll step out for a moment, let you get into your headspacd, then we’ll start.”
His service man stepped out into the room’s foyer, just far enough to be out of sight for a brief moment. This seemed to both excite the client for what was to come and for the fact he’s made it so far without passing out…
Out walked the same man, still shirtless but definitely holding himself different. Like he had just got out of 90 degree weather and was exhausted. That black tee-shirt was lifted off his shoulder and tossed against the client’s face, swallowing his head in the fabric briefly and teasing him with the smell of his cologne and bodily chemistry.
"You chose a bad time to be a creeper, I'm starving after practice." The beefier stud rubbed his hand down his rounded abs. That smirk returned and grew into a smile as he walked up closer to his client.
"P-please, I-I..." The man felt the fantasy come on too quickly, his stomach tingling as the large man dove right into the humiliation.
"God, you're probably gonna like being swallowed. Better not jizz in my throat or I'll crush you before you can even suffocate in there." The larger man pushed himself against the man and held his legs between his knees. "Talking about food is making me horny, stay still..." The smaller man's eyes widened as the man above him dragged his hand over his button-fly’d bulge, “Gonna help a brother out or are you gonna be my landing strip?”
Those arms crossed back over his chest, leaving that smaller man to reach his hands over and slowly undo those warm metal buttons until he could see the mesh jockstrap in its full glory. The “football player” bit his lower lip as those two little hands dipped into his crotch and cupped his bulge, the pulsing heat growing in his hand along with the thick length that began to strain against the underwear. He let his client play for a moment until he tugged at the mesh and out flopped that 6 inch beer can.
“Good boy. Greet me proper,” he tipped his flared, glistening cock maw down towards the man’s face with his thumb. He swallowed down the saliva in his miraculously dry mouth and planted a long, deep-breathed kiss along the wide shaped tip, that clear, oozing pre-cum becoming a manly lip balm.
“C-can I?” He didn’t finish his sentence, just one look up into those thick-browed eyes stopping his train of thought.
“Didn’t ask permission when you snuck in and watched me shower, didn’t you?” A thick hand fell on his shoulder, “Got what you wanted, now don’t leave me hanging.”
The man licked his lips and tasted the salty residue from his first kiss and felt his stomach growl for more than just precum. Those thick digits tightened around his shoulder as he eagerly shoved that length past his lips, plugging it into his throat and earning a roaring moan from his ‘bully’. He bobbed without any direction, eyes closed and nose running with dedication as he worked to please the man of his fantasies.
In between bobs, the grip on his shoulder was used to push the man back onto the bed. The smaller man lost his grip on his hairy sack but could feel them tense before he was pushed off that twitching rod. The hand that was just holding him gripped that dripping shaft, lubricated with the spit of a dedicated waterboy. It took only a couple pumps for thick ribbons of heavy cream to launch out and coat the smaller man’s face and abdomen, its viscous texture barely moving from where it was hosed to.
“Now you’re good and uff… seasoned,” the smaller man, still covered by that hot spunk, felt himself get lifted by the under arms to be eye-level with the somewhat satisfied ‘jock’. “Thanks for the BJ, you’re still food.” He was reminded the real purpose of The arrangement… “Be good food and don’t squirm too much before you get to my belly, then you can kick all you want.”
That goateed maw opened to a normal size at first, his hot breath washing over the man’s cum covered face before a tongue dragged over its features. Then, almost like some dog, his lips and jaws slowly just hinged wider, saliva going first before his lips followed suit.
Partly stunned by sheer obedience and fully by an enrapturing sense of primal fear, honey glazed by well practiced fantasy, the man just stood perfectly still as his head was held in the maw and gullet of the larger man.
The hands that anchored him in place dropped lower to his ankles, moments before gravity swapped and his head was now pointed directly towards the cavity that lead into his devourer’s esophagus. A shallow swallow and a shove pushed his head into the throat, which required another swallow and shove to be in the segment of throat where he could hear a deep heartbeat. It slowed as his predator held his breath, making purposefully quick work of his meagre frame. His entire upper half was just inside this man’s throat…
Those leg’s buckled and squirmed in his grasp, a revelation plus the muscle’s undulations lead to his client blowing his load in his pants. First timers always forget to take off their clothes, partially digested clothes made good souvenirs however.
The Escort pushed those legs down with a flat palm and moaned as he felt his stomach twitch and bloat as the skinny man’s body funneled down to the last time of his kinky experience. He rubbed the bulge those feet made in his throat down and swallowed hard, pulling the last bit of his prey into the tight, jutting ball of gravity defying belly.
Those hands immediately rubbed and bounced that gut around, the drooling member rehardened and twitching in the air. His hand wiped down his wet goatee and down his chest, spreading out some of that excess saliva.
“You’re so small, barely noticeable…” The predator lies through his teeth, the pointy elbows and knees of his prey visible through the coily brown patches of body hair that coated its surface. “Still gonna need dinner with you in there,” he laughed and slapped the underside of his gut, approximately where the devoured man’s ass was. The initial shock dissipated as the movement began, the prey experimenting as he tested how hard it was to move against the stomach. “Keep moving, just makes digestion faster…” His predator smirked as he made up that fact, seeing his prey stop moving briefly. “Scared my belly will claim you? Its already has you… better to just listen to its master,” he chuckled and dug a finger into his shallow navel.
This went on for the next hour. The prey would still, and the predator would say something to stir up movement. A burp, a slap, or a well timed roll in bed, and he’d get his client squirming. To the prey, the stomach slowly became filled with liquid, possibly swallowed saliva or digestive juices. It began to pool as his clothes could no longer absorb any more fluid, their fibers beginning to relax and fall apart off his own body. He had been bent into a tight fetal position the last few minutes after a particularly long belch escaped his predator’s lips.
Things tightened around him as he felt himself submit to that stomach’s wet walls as he was pushed in reverse up that gullet. Like a bizarre bird, the larger man regurgitated slowly into the bathtub of the hotel room. The shower was on and set to warm, the water somehow feeling cooler than the digestive juice that he had been swimming in the last two hours.
“Oughf… There we go,” his stomach looked… deflated, “Rinsing that belly juice off.” The large man squatted next to the tub, “Just let me play around the whole time, didn’t you?” The man was back to his average self, no longer in character. “Just let me swallow you up and give in? You make this job easy.” He chuckled, “I hope you book me again, you tasted better than most guys.” The man let the water run over his sensitive skin as he listened to the strangely arousing compliment.
“I… I will be booking again…”
“Make me cum next time and I’ll get you a discount on your appointment,” He smiled, “See ya little guy.”
The client laid alone now, reliving and missing that comfortable darkness…
