The owner of this bar deals with unruly patrons in an odd way.
Content: soft vore, belly bulge, male pred, human characters, minor digestion (reference to related injury but no death), belching, unwilling prey, drunk prey
Now the barkeep wasn't a small man. In fact, he was head and shoulders above most. He generally wore a bright smile but now he had a bit of a grimace. The apron he wore stained and covered his front. It almost always bulged outward where his stomach was; no one could ever be quite sure what or who filled it, but he almost always had a bit of a potbelly going on.
"It's closing time. You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here," he said
His patron frowned and wavered a bit in their seat. They managed to slur out, "But I'm thirsty."
"Get a drink somewhere else," he reasserted firmly. "I gotta clean up and close shop. I want to go home."
They slammed their cup onto the counter. "I'm not going anywhere!" they barked.
He looked to the sorely drunk person, "You have until I get around the counter to get goin' outta here."
They just scowled at him and gestured with their cup for more drink. He pushed it away and began the walk around the counter to get to the main area of his bar. They watched him with a sideways glance, unafraid.
"All right, buddy. I've warned you," he growled as he grabbed the back of their shirt. It was a simple matter for him to lift them up off of the stool so he could take their place sitting down.
He leaned his back against the bar and pulled them up onto his lap. They pushed ay his chest firmly and tried to squirm away, but for the most part they just seemed confused.
He licked his lips and opened his mouth wide. Perhaps if they had been sober the view of his dark throat looming behind white teeth would have been very intimidating.
However, they hardly made a sound as he pushed their head into his gaping maw. Their face slid along his tongue and his mouth watered a little bit. He gave their face a couple of licks to make the way down easier by spreading saliva.
He began to swallow at their head while he worked their wriggling shoulders passed his lips.
He didn't like having to do this to patrons, but sometimes there was no choice. His aim was to keep them in there long enough to hurt them at worst, light burns and some serious confusion, but no permanent harm.
They began to struggle more vigorously now, kicking their legs and pummeling his chest; he could feel muffled words vibrate in his throat. Unfortunately for them they were no match for the giant man.
He continued to haul them into his mouth towards his stomach. His belly began to gurgle. They could hear those noises faintly but soon those same sounds were loud all around them.
He grabbed onto their legs and gave a big pull. Gulping hard, he let his arms do most of the work to force them down into his gut. Their face met half digested food, an unrecognizable slurry at this point as it sloshed around in his stomach. The smell was unpleasant and overwhelming.
He pushed their feet into his mouth and gave his lips a little lick as he gulped down the last of them. Their body was now completely enclosed within him.
In short order they slid completely into his belly being forced to curl against walls as they stretched. Now the barkeep's stomach growled loudly and set to work on the unexpected midnight snack.
The poor drunk fellow thrashed around getting themself soaked in his captor's previous meal and massaging his gut pleasantly. Now his apron barely covered his belly and he fumbled with his pants to undo them.
He'd let them out into the street and put them into a taxi soon enough, but for now, he just enjoyed. It was risky for them, but great for him and it certainly sent a message that he wouldn't tolerate any late night tussles over whether or not they should leave when he closed up shop.
As he slid from the stool, a mghty belch escaped from deep within. He supported his belly with a single hand as he waddled towards the front door. Yes, it was time to let this guy out; they'd probably learned their lesson. Wasn't going to be any more sober, but hopefully they'd be a little wiser the next time he came by to do some drinking.