His Own Way
by
the Wolf
Jack Smith sat in front of the large oak
desk, across from the rather large man that owned the desk and the warm den in
which it rested. The chair was quite soft and comfortable, matching the cozy,
lavish feeling of the den. A fire even crackled in a spacious marble fireplace
to his right, casting flickering shadows in the low light. His indifferent
green eyes watched the man sitting before him in a powerful navy blue suit;
potentially his latest client if the job seemed right.
Harold Lannigan
was an impressive figure to behold. His rotund frame dwarfed Jack in many ways
and he had stood at least a few inches taller when he had conducted Jack
through the large and lavish home into this cozy den to discuss business. A
full head of distinguished dark grey hair sat above fiercely intelligent,
slightly sad brown eyes as the man himself sat in a huge wing-backed chair of
deep maroon velvet. His face was strong and seemed to have been tanned until
recently. Now it was visibly pale, boasting a few laugh lines and what seemed
to be relatively new worry lines. He smiled wanly at the somewhat smaller man,
looking almost like a benevolent ruler in the settings.
“I appreciate you coming to meet me here,
Mr. Smith. It may mean a great deal to me,” Lannigan
said.
Jack simply nodded. “With how much you
were offering just to meet with you and hear what you had to say, I couldn’t
very well turn you down. I’m just sorry I had to make you wait a couple days.
And you can feel free to call me Jack.”
“Of course, Jack, I did hear that you
tend towards the informal. You may, in turn, call me Harold. Not to worry, I
understand that you had to finish your previous business.” Lannigan paused and steepled his fingers, elbows resting on his desk.
“It is true then, isn’t it? You can do what
With another light nod, Jack’s hand idly
went to the soft bit of paunch that he was still sporting. Rubbing gently, he
smiled to the big man across from him. “It’s true. This is actually some of my
last job that’s still working off.”
Taking a shallow breath, Lannigan relaxed back into his chair, his eyes widening
just barely perceptibly. “Amazing. Truly
amazing. I almost didn’t believe, but
“I can. Among many
other things. So tell me, what is it that requires my unique talents?”
“Yes. Yes, of course.” Lannigan took a deeper breath and seemed to compose
himself. He took a moment as if to steel himself for what was to come, looking
down at his desk for a moment. “I should give you some background information
first.”
Jack kept himself from sighing or
betraying anything. The big man seemed serious about this and still hadn’t
looked up, but it felt almost like wasted time. Jack didn’t need a lot of
background on the offense. He wanted either a target or the info needed to find
the target and to know just what heinous act deserved being digested alive this
time. Lannigan wasn’t the first potential client that
wanted to give extra info, but it still always rankled
Jack to have to wade through it for what he needed to know.
When he looked up, Lannigan’s
eyes were even softer and sadder than they had been before. “I... I’m dying,
Mr. Smith. Jack. My doctors have estimated that at this point I have almost two
months to live, and that only one month of that will I truly be myself.”
There was none of the odd little echo
that Jack always heard if someone tried to lie to him. Harold was telling the
truth as far as he knew.
“Your brain?” Jack asked.
Lannigan nodded slightly. “A
tumor. It’s situated between my frontal lobe and parietal lobe just
slightly to the left-hand side according to the doctors and the CAT-scans. Odd
how much you remember about something when it’s killing you. They say that the
way it’s expanding and enmeshed currently, operations or other treatments would
be futile and would only serve to decrease my quality of life in the… last
months.”
“I’m very sorry to hear that,” Jack said
gently and sincerely. He truly felt for the man before him, but still wondered
why he was hearing about this.
“Thank you. It’s important to me that you
understand that I’m estranged from my so-called family. I came from a very
‘religious’ family and they never have approved of my lifestyle, of who I am.
No amount of money I made would change that. It bothered me for a time, but
I’ve had no use for them for the past twenty-three years. My brother and
sisters and what they think of me stopped mattering very shortly after I met
Nathan.”
Jack nodded. Clearly Harold needed
someone to listen to him, and Jack had no problem helping his fellow man. But
it all sounded rehearsed, and the business side of him wanted Lannigan to get to the point of why he needed to hire
someone like Jack.
“For the past two decades, we’ve been
each other’s world. I consider him my husband, regardless of what the state
says, and so does the church we’ve belonged to. I’ve had a real family in him
and a lot of our friends. When I was first diagnosed about eight months ago,
Nathan was ready to stand beside me. But a month ago… he just… he couldn’t
handle it any more. He moved out and into a hotel, and he’s been preparing to
leave town…”
Lannigan’s voice trailed off as Jack started to
stand up. He could see where this was going and it wasn’t the sort of job he
was willing to do. “I’m very sorry, Mr. Lannigan, but
I don’t think I can be of help to you. You have my deepest sympathies, truly.
It’s very unfortunate that your husband left you because of this, but I won’t
kill him just for that. I’m afraid I…”
It was Jack’s turn to trail off as he saw
the momentary, horrified look in Lannigan’s eyes and
watched the man shake his head quickly. “No!” Harold said. “Oh
no, never! I couldn’t even think of… what you think!”
Jack slowly sat down again as he regarded
Harold once more. He suddenly had an inkling of what the large man was leading
up to, but he would wait to hear it. “My apologies.”
“You must have dealt with a lot of
despicable people in the past, Jack. No, that’s not my intention at all. I
still love Nathan, and I know that he loves me. We actually met at a support
group for people whose families had decided to shun them. We’d both felt alone
for a long time, but somehow when we got together, it all just fell away. He
really bloomed in our relationship, and we’ve really built our lives around
each other now. Nathan’s a wonderful man, just very sensitive. He loves me too
much. We’ve been discussing the facts since my first diagnosis. He thought he
would be able to handle it, but the more time went on, the more he was
suffering. Nathan tried, really, I know he did. But he told me that when he
thought about that last month… he really wanted to be… just…”
Jack became intently interested in a
painting on the wall as he heard Harold’s speech break down. He saw no weakness
in the man crying, but he felt it only right to give him a certain amount of
dignity. Had he known Lannigan a bit better, he might
have moved around the desk and embraced him, but the idea simply did not feel
right. So instead he examined the individual brush strokes that made up the
ship rocking on the sea until he heard Lannigan’s
composure return.
“I’m sorry about that,” the husky voice
said, “I even practiced talking about all this before you arrived so that this
wouldn’t happen. I just got a little off track. In any case, I was actually the
one who first told Nathan he should get away from all this. I bought him the
hotel room for as long as he wanted it. As much as he couldn’t watch me
deteriorate, I… I couldn’t make him suffer with me.”
“No apology needed,” Jack returned gently
as he leaned forward. “Harold, I think I know what you’re getting at, but I
don’t like to make assumptions. Now I haven’t heard anything that would
indicate other targets for a man in your position in anything you’ve told me.
So I want to ask you straight out, who is it you want me to eat?”
Harold nodded slowly, still sniffing
slightly. “Me. I want you to swallow me alive before this tumor can take my
life or who I am. I don’t want to die that way, I don’t want to die alone, and
I don’t want to force Nathan to be with me or to know that I’m suffering at
all.”
Jack nodded and took in a deep breath.
Letting it out with a sigh, he settled back into the chair, deep in thought.
“You know
“Yes. No doubt a man such as yourself has heard of the fantasy. The way Lawrence
describes it, you actually enjoy your work quite a bit, so you know that there
are others that dream of… being on the other end.”
Jack knew all too well, and
Now Jack regarded the man across from him
again, seeing the resolved look in his eyes. “I’m very aware of it yes. And
I’ve had a few people ask me to do the same thing. I’ve turned down every other
job like that, because it didn’t feel right. But your situation is, of course,
unique.” He thought a second longer, considering everything he knew. “You have
a plan or a scenario worked out?”
“I do. If I’m going to die, I want to die
my way, living out my fantasy to the fullest extent. Again, from what
“My second week, I intend to spend with
Nathan. I’m going to tell him of my plans, more or less, to die on my own terms
and that I intend to disappear. Though he knows of my little quirk, he won’t be
able to understand or believe in the actual possibility. I want to have a few
final days with my husband where we can hopefully simply enjoy each other’s
company. I want to give him fond memories of the last and the inheritance I
feel is due to him.”
Jack listened silently as Harold laid it
all out. It sounded like the man had rehearsed this part as well and was trying
to get through it as painlessly as possible. He didn’t want to interrupt.
“Two weeks from today, after I’ve had
time to make peace with those that matter to me, I want you to show up at my
door. I don’t want to be sure of a time that you’ll come, but just to know that
you’re coming to devour me. As soon as you step into this house, I want you to
dominate me completely. I will leave the details up to you, but just so that
I’m being treated as something between a slave and food. And at the end of the
night, I want to end my life in your stomach, after which, you will find an
envelope here on my desk that will contain much more than your usual fee. Is
this acceptable? Something that you’re willing to do?”
Jack took a deep breath. “The terms would
be acceptable. Though there are some things that we should discuss.”
“I’m not too big, am I? I was concerned
when I actually saw you.”
“No, I could swallow a man your size
easily. Not likely to move much for a while afterwards, but that’s not the
issue. I need you to understand that once I’ve done it, it won’t be like your
fantasy. If you don’t pass out quickly, it could be incredibly painful, and
that’s even as you’re on the way down. I have some good body control, but
you’re still going to be squeezed pretty tightly to get you in. And there’s the
matter of acids. You’ll feel them burning if you’re awake at all inside. I can
try to deprive you of enough air so that you pass out seconds after you hit my
stomach, but you need to understand the risk of pain.”
Harold nodded, looking almost excited as
Jack matter-of-factly talked about the mechanics of eating him alive, his eyes
still serious and thoughtful. “I understand that risk, and I’m willing to take
it. If I can live out even a portion of my fantasy and go out my way, I’ll
chance the pain. I’d rather that than lying in a hospital bed suffering and
forgetting who I am.”
Nodding once more from his chair, Jack
sat in thought for several more moments. In any other case, he would refuse to
fulfill the fantasy, because most of the others who called him for such
requests had no idea what they were getting into. This man was different
though. And he couldn’t see denying the man his last dying wish. He stood up
and extended his hand across the desk, and Harold immediately stood up to take
it.
“Then in two weeks time I’ll be here
again. You have until then to contact me at any time and change your mind. But
know that once I’m here, I’ll enjoy my feast regardless of what you say.”
He could see Harold give an almost
imperceptible shudder as he nodded his agreement but could not tell whether it
was excitement or fear. Most likely both.
Harold sat in his dining room alone,
eating some of the best salmon he’d ever tasted and wondering if it would be
his last meal. He had told Smith specifically to come at an unpredictable time,
and he wondered if he’d have time later to eat any of his other favorites that
he’d bought. One thing Harold would not lack for in his last day was good food
and he’d already enjoyed plenty. He could have afforded more expensive
certainly, but he didn’t feel he’d truly get better, not for his tastes. As he
ate and sipped a good Riesling with the salmon in one of his best suits, he
pondered once again over the course of his life and the fact that it was
definitely ending, at the most, in a matter of hours.
He thought about terminal patients and
inmates on death row, the only people that were ever given official expiration
dates. He thought about general suicides as well, but didn’t feel that he could
lump them in with the other two categories. They always had a choice. They
could hold off at the last minute and lead long – or potentially short – lives
of unpredictability once again. That was what distinguished the first two
classes. Knowing when they would go and not being able to do a damned thing
about it. Though he’d done something and taken some control by hiring Smith; at
least he could say that. If something was intent on ending Harold Lannigan, he was going to beat it to the punch. Not just a
way to live out his fantasy, but a little Fuck you to the traitorous
cells growing in his brain.
Even in the last two weeks, he’d been
starting to feel the difference. He couldn’t be sure if it was the tumor or
just the sort of thing that happens to everyone at times, but he didn’t like it
in either case. At times it had been hard to concentrate, and he would have
trouble remembering why he stepped into a room at all. Little things that
hadn’t slipped him would do so, or he’d say something without intending to let
it out. He hated it.
The attempts at his false family had gone
about as expected. They had wanted nothing to do with him when he tried to
contact them. His sister Janet had said that she would only speak with him if
he had realized his errors and would come back to their church begging
“forgiveness”. The younger sister Bethany was polite enough but clearly
uncomfortable talking to him and came up with polite excuses as to why she
couldn’t see him that week. His brother Rick had called him “past redemption”
and a few less savory terms and hung up as soon as his voice came over the
line. He didn’t bother with trying the extended family after that. He knew it
would be the same with all the cousins and the few living aunts and uncles.
But if they’d known the rich queer was
about to keel over, those righteous bastard vultures would line up to try
and pluck the money from my corpse. Fucking lowlifes! I should tell Smith
to go to them one by one after me and…
Harold shuddered a little. The thought
had sprouted up like several throughout the last two weeks. Another thing he
didn’t like, but he wouldn’t have to worry much longer. He focused on how the
rest of that week had gone; that made him happy. He’d gathered his friends and
the members of his own church together as often as he could. Nathan had been
about as well, as often as possible. For all of them there had been laughter at
the good memories mingled with the unavoidable tears. He’d been embraced and
cared for throughout the week, and they’d all been so patient with the few
times he’d suddenly blurted something inappropriate or even cruel. They stood
by him for the whole week and on the Saturday night he’d held a huge good-bye
bash and told his closest friends that he intended to go his own way soon. That
night he’d given away most of his worldly possessions as they pressed him for
answers, many asking to be there when he went. He would only tell them the same
thing, that they unfortunately couldn’t witness it but that he appreciated their
friendship and wanted them to remember him as he was on this night. Later in
the evening, in front of everyone, Harold had surprised Nathan by officially
signing a few documents that would transfer control of all his remaining
accounts, business interests, and any other holdings to Nathan’s complete
ownership amid applause and some happy laughter as Harold cracked jokes about
being destitute and having to live off his husband.
Then had come
his last week. All the friends and real family understood that he and Nathan
needed time together and respected that. The first Saturday night after the
last guest had tearfully hugged him good-bye, Harold and Nathan had walked with
arms around each other straight upstairs to the bed they’d shared. For the
first night, there’d been no talking, no real action at all. They’d pressed
against each other silently and simply lay huddled together for the whole
night. Harold had sighed occasionally through the night and once or twice heard
Nathan trying not to sob as they pressed close together. Each time he’d just
slowly wiped the tears without a word.
The rest of the week had been another
story entirely. They’d run the gamut from slow love-making to pure primal
fucking and everything in between. They worked hard to make every minute count,
to enact almost every fantasy that either of them had ever talked about. For at
least six days, they had come as close as possible to forgetting that it was
Harold’s last hurrah. He treasured the few marks that were still left on his
body from those several days.
Yesterday had been hard though. Reality
seemed to come home when they woke up in the morning and both realized there
were less than twenty-four hours to be together. Neither could find the mood or
energy for anything. They wound up snuggled together on the couch, watching old
favorite movies. At least once an hour, one of them felt the tears coming
again. And the hardest came later in the evening as they sat together in those
last few hours. Each of them knew the moment was coming, but it was Harold who
had spoken first.
“You know… you can still change your mind
about the house. With our friends around here, you should really have it.”
“Don’t talk about that, bear. Please…”
“We have to. I really want you to have
it. I want you to entertain; I want all of you to get together here. I want to
know that you’ll all have each other when I’m gone.”
“We’ve been through all this. Sign it
over to someone else. I’m sure Robert would love it. I just… I can’t live here
afterwards. I can’t.”
“Are you at least going to stay in town?”
“I don’t know. I’m not sure I can.
Everything… it all just… What are you doing tomorrow? Why won’t you let us be
with you?”
“It’s complicated… I just want you all to
remember me this way. It’s why I’m doing all of this, so that you won’t
remember me in a hospital bed or anything else. Especially
for you. The funeral is all arranged, I simply won’t be around. You’ve
got the right pictures to put up and if you want…”
“Stop it! Just don’t… Call it off,
whatever you’re doing. Give us at least one more week to be together. Go back
to the hospital. Maybe… maybe they’ll find something new. Even if not, we’ll
have those few more days, things might change…”
Holding him closer now, pressing him to
his chest, trying not to cry.
“And after that, we’ll want one more
week. Or one more month, or maybe we’ll hope for some miracle that’ll give us a
year. But I can already feel it changing. Baby, we both know it’ll happen. And
I don’t want whatever that final day would be to change everything you know
about me. I want you to remember something good.”
Nathan clutching him now, sobbing against
him. “It’s not fair. It’s not fucking fair! It’s NOT FUCKING FAIR!”
His eyes closed, stroking Nathan’s hair,
silently agreeing as the litany went on through choked breaths.
“I can’t… I just… It’s not FAIR! I don’t
want to be without you! I can’t live that way!”
Eyes widening at that, worrying as he
held his husband. “Nathan?”
Sobs hitching
against him.
“It’s not fair…”
“Nathan, honey, I need you to listen to
me.”
“Wh-what?”
“You’re not thinking of…” Hard to even say it. “…of doing anything to yourself… after
I’m gone. Right?”
No answer, not immediately.
Pulling back to look
in his eyes.
“You promise me, right now, that you won’t do anything to hurt yourself.”
“I don’t…”
“Promise me.”
“I… I promise…”
“We have a couple more hours. When it’s
time to go, I want you to stay with Kim and Frank for a while. Will you do
that? For me?”
Thinking a moment,
then Nathan nods.
Pulling him closer again, holding his
husband tight. “Thank you.” Holding him for long moments as
another wave of tears hits, wracking Nathan’s body, leaving him unable to
speak.
Hard breaths trying to pull in. “I’ll
miss you so much…”
Pulling back and giving Nathan a long,
soft kiss. “I’m going to go call them. It should just take a moment. When I get
back, we’re going to do whatever you want for the next couple hours. This time
is for you.”
Coming back to the present, Harold looked
down at the empty plate in front of him. He hadn’t even tasted the last of the
salmon, but it was gone all the same. He wiped his eyes with a cloth napkin.
He’d talked to Frank for a moment that night, and he and Kim had been more than
willing to let Nathan stay with them for a little while. When he’d gone back to
the couch, Nathan had been sprawled naked on it, ready for one last night. To
think of that made him smile. But at the end of the night, after their final
acts of love it was as difficult as before. Frank and Kim both came to pick
Nathan up at the right time, and the two began to say their final good-byes.
Nathan fell apart during their last embrace, right after their last kiss.
Harold had wept as well and it was hard for either of them to let go. In the
end, the other couple had been on either side of Nathan, helping him to their
car after saying their own farewells to him once again. It had been pretty
rough on the two of them as well. Harold knew he couldn’t have thanked Frank
and Kim enough for what they did. Or what they were probably doing for Nathan
now.
“You were right, sweetie,” he said as he
began to pick up the lone place setting, “It’s really not fucking fair.”
Walking through the door into the
kitchen, he just set down the plate and the glass when he heard the loud chime
of the doorbell. His spine stiffened and he instinctively looked at his watch.
2:41.
Ask not for whom the bell tolls…
The thought came unbidden to him. He
exhaled, realizing this was the time now, no more lead-up, no more guessing.
Here it was. His last wish and his own death.
Straightening his tie, he walked slowly out of the kitchen, heading for his
entryway. He’d wanted to look handsome and dignified before Smith took him to
do as he would. There was a moment of excitement as he reached for the door,
almost an exhilaration at wondering just what Smith
had planned. A moment of apprehension when he almost couldn’t
open it.
As he finally pulled the large door open,
he was pushed firmly back into the entryway. It didn’t hurt or even feel
uncomfortable, but the hand on his chest had meant business as Smith stepped
into the room. A small rush went through him. He’d had no idea the man would be
that strong! Dressed simply in jeans, a dark blue t-shirt and a nice leather
jacket, Jacked closed the door, clicking the lock as he did so. He carried a
huge black duffel bag in one hand that he sat casually to the side with the
sound of metal clinking inside. He turned towards the big man then, green eyes
burning passionately as he looked Harold over.
The scrutiny was different than it had
been when they’d first met. His eyes were crawling hungrily all over the body
before him, already making Harold feel a bit more like an object… a piece of meat.
It sent a shiver through his spine as Jack approached him and glanced at his
suit. He’d never been truly made to feel the lesser to another man, even though
he’d fantasized more than once. It was incredible now that Jack was actually
able to give him that feeling. One of the man’s hands moved to brush lightly
over Harold’s belly and made him almost gasp. He was already feeling
transported now, away from thoughts of death as a reality as his old desires
were slowly enflamed. Almost as if he were suddenly another person under
Smith’s gaze.
“Hmmm,” Jack murmured as he stalked a
slow circle around Harold, “You’ll make a succulent feast tonight. And I’ll
have plenty of fun with you first.”
Smith’s eyes looked slightly up, directly
into Harold’s as he came back around in front of the large man. There was
fierce power in that stare as Jack’s hand slipped up the suit coat and gripped
the tie. He pulled the tie down so that Harold’s head was at an even level with
his. Harold found himself intoxicated by the raw power that flowed through the
man.
“My plaything is a bit overdressed,
though.” He released the tie. “Strip. Now.”
Shivering in the suit, Harold began to
comply immediately. He sloughed off the coat without a thought to its expense
and let it fall to the floor in a way he’d never done before. His fingers
fumbled at the tie, making him feel like a teenager at his first time. He
hadn’t even been so nervous or so turned on then as far as he could remember.
He could already feel his arousal growing as he pulled the tie up off his head
and Jack held out his hand.
“Give that to me. I think I’ll find a
better use for it.”
Complying easily with every command,
Harold continued to strip as Jack methodically undid the Windsor knot. He’d
stared to unbutton the shirt with his trembling fingers when Jack rolled his
eyes and reached forward. Grabbing the front of the shirt, he ripped it open,
tearing the buttons off and letting them fly quicker than Harold could move. It
was such a small thing, but it made Harold pant as he pulled the shirt back off
of his body. Eager to please, he ripped the undershirt out of his pants and up
over his head, completely naked from the waist up. Smith licked his lips and
looked approving as his hand touched the bare belly. The fingers stroked through
the hair there, and soon Jack’s palm pressed against softly rounded flesh.
“Mmmm, you look
delicious. Been too long since I had such a big meal,” he stepped back again,
staring at Harold. “Keep going now.”
Harold opened his belt and the catch on
his pants, pulling them down swiftly without even thinking about his shoes. His
embarrassment seemed to add to his feelings of arousal a half-hard erection
poked out of his boxers under his belly. Stumbling a little, he worked to step
out of his shoes and get out of the pants that were tangled around his ankles.
Harold could feel those eyes boring into him as he wondered just how
undignified he must look; a fat man hopping about like that. Finally he kicked
the last of them off and looked up again. Smith merely stood all but drooling
in front of him, smiling wickedly.
“The socks and
underwear too. Lose
it all, my fattened piggy. You won’t need it where you’re going,” Jack said
with a light pat to his own flat midsection.
Shivering, not trusting himself to speak,
Harold tugged at the band of his boxers and bent over to pull them down. What
would have been an insult to him from almost anyone else sounded so wonderful
coming from Smith. The commanding but affectionate tone stroked pleasantly
through all his desires, offering just what he’d asked for. As he stepped out
of the underwear and worked at the socks, Jack walked around him. It made
Harold jump when fingers pinched his rump, gently toying with the flesh there.
The hand kneaded his buttocks one after the other, and Harold suddenly realized
that Smith was testing the meat. Instantly the stiffness below his belly grew.
As he managed to work the last stitch of clothing off, Harold sighed and stood
up again, completely naked and hard.
Walking around him slowly again, Jack
kicked all of the clothing completely off to the side. His gaze never left
Harold’s body, making the big man’s breath heave. He toyed with the tie in his
hands as Harold watched him, longing for whatever would happen next. Jack’s
lips curled into a smile.
“Much better. I dare say mouth-watering. And it seems
my plaything is enjoying himself. That’s good.” Jack
pulled the silk tie taut between his hands. “Now hands behind your back,
piggy.”
Letting out a sigh, Harold complied
quickly as Jack slid behind him. The silk brushed against the skin of his
wrists and soon pulled them tight together. The other man seemed to know what
he was doing. Harold’s arms were soon immobilized without any real strain to
his shoulders, held in the grip of a tight knot. He’d been tied up before, but
never like this, never with the rush of someone so completely in control. He
dared to speak as the erotic sensations washed over him, his eyes closing.
“Thank you Ja-”
A firm hand gripped his face, stopping
him. His eyes opened again to see Jack’s blazing into them.
“You will call me Mr. Smith, meat. Is
that understood?”
A shiver ran through him before he could
speak again. “Y-Yes.”
“Excuse me?”
“Yes… Mr. Smith.”
The hand slowly relaxed to stroke down
his chest to his belly, rubbing there. Harold let out a sort groan.
“Good,” said Smith. “Now we’ll talk about
the rules for my piggy. He’ll do as I say and speak only when spoken to, like a
good supper. Understood?”
“Yes, Mr. Smith.”
“Ah, good. He’s a quick learner. If he does well,
he will be rewarded with pleasures that may match mine.” The hand at Harold’s
belly rubbed downward and slowly fondled the erection there for emphasis.
Harold let out a hot breath and a moan.
“If he’s disobedient, he’ll be punished.”
Smith’s hand moved away from the erection as the other came up quick for a hard
swat on the side of Harold’s rump. “Understood?”
“Yes, Mr. Smith”
“Excellent.” Both of Smith’s hands moved
to rub Harold’s gut now, stroking as he moved closer to the big man. “Now kneel,
piggy.”
His body already trembling, Harold simply
nodded and worked his way to one knee carefully. When he felt steady, he worked
the other under him and found himself looking up at Smith for the first time.
The other man slowly took his jacket off
and walked over to hang it on a hook near the doorway. He walked methodically
back over to where Harold knelt with hands behind his back and casually began
to undo the belt at his jeans. Looking now, Harold could see quite a bulge
already forming at his groin, making his own erection take notice. Jack’s green
eyes bored into him.
“I’m sure my piggy knows his first task
now,” Jack said as he unbuttoned his jeans and stalked closer. “Feeling that
tender flesh of yours has me in the mood. So you’re going to give me a good
suckle.”
The zipper came down next to reveal a
bulge straining against grey cotton briefs. As soon as it was free, the briefs
tented fully in front of Harold. Good God, Jack was huge! And he likely wasn’t
even fully hard yet. Eyeing the stiff member hungrily where it pushed against
the cloth, the large man had a moment of doubt. For the first time, he was
about to cheat on his husband. He hadn’t thought of it before, but teasing was
one thing and taking this member into his mouth would be another. Maybe he
should call it off and have Smith just swallow him now. Maybe…
His thoughts were interrupted as a hand
gripped the back of his head and his face was pressed against that bulge. It
rubbed against his cheeks and lips, teasing him as Smith’s hips slowly pushed
forward. He felt himself panting as the desire grew. It wouldn’t hurt Nathan
after all. He’d never know of it. And even if he did somehow,
the circumstances…
“My piggy is disappointing his master.
You don’t want to be punished do you? Open wide now and suck. Gobble it like a
good little pet.”
The taunting pushed his desire over the
edge. Harold didn’t make a conscious choice to allow himself the pleasure so much as lose himself to the old fantasies he’d
nursed for so long. His lips opened and slipped around the bulging cloth,
tongue working around it, trying to find a way to free the actual meat.
Swirling over the cloth and around the erection, Harold’s tongue tip finally
found the panel of the opening. He could hear Smith’s approving moans above as
he managed to slip it over the head. One side out of the way, he licked and
tugged with his lips and very gently with his teeth around the organ. Fingers
stroked through his hair and the bulge grew even more as he worked. Finally, he
found his reward and felt the true shaft slip out into his mouth.
Eyes closing once again, Harold sealed
his lips around the still plumping shaft and slowly ran his tongue along its
length. After working so hard for it, the taste and feel were incredible as it
filled his mouth. He’d considered himself a good cocksucker for a long time and
brought his skills to bare now, stroking with his lips, licking and indeed
suckling as Smith cooed above him.
“Mmmm, that’s a
good piggy…”
Harold’s hands strained a little against
his bonds out of instinct, being so used to bringing them into the act. The
captive feeling only heightened his own arousal as he did some slow bobbing
with his lips along Smith’s thick organ. The hips pushed forward suddenly as
Jack began to press closer, his hands still holding the back of Harold’s head.
Strong fingers rubbed through his hair as the hard cock forced its way towards
his throat. Soon it was starting to barely choke him, forcing Harold to swallow
hungrily around it. He couldn’t remember a time deep-throating
something this big in his life as he gasped slightly between swallows.
“Oh yes!” Jack moaned. “Swallow it,
piggy. Soon enough you’ll be in my belly, so enjoy it all while you can.”
A little whimper hummed out of Harold
around the manhood in his mouth. His eyes squinted closed as he worked to hold
on and avoid gagging. He hadn’t needed to work this hard in a long time, and
through the haze he could just picture Jack rubbing a swollen mass that would
be him. The thought spurred him to do even better. His lips teased at the base
of Smith’s cock as his tongue worked to stroke amid the swallows he had to take
just to get a little air. He wanted so much to please his master, to do
everything just right before he became food for this incredible man.
“It’s coming! Get ready!”
A gasp from above, a
spasm at his lips and Harold felt the hot flood down his gullet. Moaning as his own erection twitched and
stiffened, he swallowed harder, sucked deeper and worked to milk Smith
completely. He could almost feel the load pooling in his belly as it fired down
into him, beginning to ebb with the first few spurts. His lips a tight seal, he
felt the member pull slowly back, working out of his throat and through his
mouth. The salt semen drizzled onto his tongue as the head passed, leaving an
incredible flavor. Smith continued and slipped out through his pursed lips to
let the last of his orgasm smear over Harold’s lips and drip down his chin.
Sitting down on his feet and taking a
deep breath, Harold looked up at Smith. The man was looking back at him and
smiling happily. Harold swelled a bit with an odd sense of pride as he licked the cum from his lips and chin. He rolled the small amount
in his mouth, savoring the taste, thinking idly that it was probably that last
time he’d taste another man.
“That was wonderful. My supper is quite
skilled it seems. I think he should be rewarded.” Jack reached down and stroked
his cheek. “Is there anything in particular he’d like done to reward him?”
Harold sighed lightly with the hand on his
face and stared into Jack’s eyes. His hands tugged at the silk binding them for
a moment as he wanted to place and hand over Smith’s. He’d almost forgotten
they were bound. The thought, the feeling of giving himself so completely to
this man was so wonderful. He felt his member throbbing, and tried to think of
something, anything, to beg for. The only thing he truly wanted was to belong
to Smith completely.
“What-whatever my master feels is good
enough for me,” he said with small smile as he looked down and away.
Strong fingers reached under his chin and
tilted his head up again. “My piggy is smart. I think I know something that
will please us both.”
With a step back, Jack slowly pulled the
t-shirt up over his head. Harold could see that his previous meal was already
gone as he displayed his slender frame, abs flat with the barest amount of
visible tone. A light patch of hair rolled over his chest as the shirt slipped
over his head and was tossed aside. His eyes were glued to that belly, idly
wondering just how he was going to be able to fit completely inside. He wanted
to run his hands over it, but they were still held fast behind him. Jack
unbuttoned and slipped down the jeans in one fluid motion, kicking them off to
the side. Only his underwear remained, his member still hanging out through the
opening. The whole show heightened Harold’s excitement as Smith slowly pulled
the briefs out and down, finally standing before him completely naked in the
entryway. Harold’s erection throbbed, feeling as though it could burst at any
moment.
Eyes locked on his, Jack stalked in
closer and knelt down to Harold’s level. “We’re going to see how you taste
now.” Hands rubbed at his belly, slowly downward until one of them gripped
Harold’s shaft. “And it feels like you might have an appetizer all ready for
me.”
As Harold’s muscles trembled, Smith
leaned in to his neck. A slow breath escaped him as he felt Jack’s tongue
flicking at the hollow of his neck, then gliding up to his Adam’s apple. He
tilted his head back as Jack licked firmly up his neck and under his chin,
listening to the approving hum.
“Ooooh, you’re
a rare delicacy, piggy. Haven’t had someone like you
in a long time.”
The hand stroked his erection, making him
gasp through his teeth. Smith leaned in, his arms wrapping around Harold as his
tongue began to explore further down. The larger man’s mouth opened and his
eyes closed as Jack licked at one of his nipples, the hardened nub sending
signals to his loins. He bit his lip, trying to hold back his climax until Jack
leaned off of him again.
Without a word, Smith began to move him
down to his side as Harold tried to catch his breath. The larger man rolled
easily and was soon down on the cold floor. Tingling surged through his feet as
they awoke, helping him to stave off the tide of his arousal. Soon Jack rolled
him again and he was lying on his back atop his hands. As he worked to try and
get comfortable, the soft lips were at his nipple again, licking, sucking,
biting, and making his back arch. His loins surged again, and Harold moaned at
the pent up arousal. Fingers softly rolled his sac while another hand stroked
and pinched his second nipple, bringing him almost to the edge before pulling
back once again.
Now the lips and tongue alternated over
the dome of his gut, slipping through the hair there as Jack planted soft,
sucking kissed all around. Through his haze, Harold could hear the occasional
moan of pleasure from Smith, the smacking of his lips as he moved lower and
lower along his body. Soon Jack was kissing and licking his thigh, tormenting
Harold to no end until he felt the firm, wet tongue gliding up under his balls.
The slow lifting and gentle drop pushed Harold forward again, teeth clenching,
back arching, the sensations almost too much to handle, until for a moment
everything was gone.
Then soft lips wrapped the head of his
penis in moist warmth. That expert tongue caressed along his slit a moment
before the lips worked their way steadily down his shaft. Everything was driven
from Harold’s mind but the pleasure as his tortured erection was swallowed to
the root. Eyes closed, his world shrunk to the incredible feeling of tongue and
throat stroking him and the hungry sucking and humming sounds. His hips pushed
up into the mouth, the lips moving in time with his motions as they began to
bob and milk him. For a few brief moments, Harold sat upon the very precipice
of bliss as the mouth worked him so smoothly inside. Then he could hold no
longer.
With a strangled gasp, wave after wave of
pleasure erupted over Harold as he climaxed hard and powerful. All the
attentions before had worked up such an intense arousal that he wasn’t sure the
flow would ever stop. He could barely hear the sucking and gulping sounds as
Smith continued to bob along his length throughout the orgasm. Entire body
straining as the moment stretched to an eternity, Harold finally began to feel
himself subsiding. The lips remained pressed around his member to the last,
Jack swallowing everything he had to offer and pulling every possible drop from
him. When at last he had nothing more to give, Harold felt his body almost sink
into the floor, basking in the intense afterglow.
The lips slipped off of his spent
erection and from above him came the sound of smacking lips. “Mmmm, such a delicious appetizer. And my supper
liked his reward I trust?”
Harold opened his eyes to look up at Jack
standing over him. He did his best to nod. “Oh… Oh yes, Mr. Smith. More than I
deserved. Thank you so much.”
A smile lifted Smith’s lips as he licked
them once more. “Glad to hear that, piggy.” Jack’s hand slowly rubbed his flat
stomach. “That was very tasty, but now I’m so hungry. I should get you ready
for dinner.”
Nodding slowly, Harold began to push
himself up as Jack leaned down to help lift him. Smith’s hands were gentle and
cautious now as he pulled Harold up to stand, brushing off his back. He
couldn’t help but notice that the other man was already semi-hard again as he was
pushed slightly forward.
“Lead on to the kitchen now, my piggy.
And we’ll see what would go well with you.”
Harold walked as he was told, leading
Jack in through the dining room.
“Ah good. I was hoping you would have a
decent-sized table,” Smith remarked as they pushed through the swinging door
into the kitchen.
The spacious room was laid out with grey
marble countertops and oak cabinets. Stainless steel appliances surrounded
them, intermixed with the counters, and a sturdy counter block sat in the
center. Harold waited as Jack looked around the room from behind.
“Hmm, very nice. This should definitely serve to prepare
you.”
Another shiver up his spine as a hand
went to the back of Harold’s neck, rubbing lightly and moving up through the
back of his hair. Jack hand suddenly got a good grip and pushed him forward,
the other gripping his bound hands to drive him. He was pressed against the
center block, the edge pressing into his belly. Soon Harold felt Jack against
him, the other man’s now full erection rubbing along his buttocks. Forced to
bend slightly, Smith’s lips were soon at his ear.
“But first things
first. You should be
properly stuffed.”
There was no waiting, almost no lead-up
as Smith positioned himself behind Harold. He felt the hands gripping and rubbing,
the thick head pushing against his tight hole and forcing it open. Moaning,
Harold threw his head back as he felt the burn of entry and the pleasure that
always followed. He’d been taken before, but never quite like this as he felt
the first hard thrust press deep into him. The commanding savagery of it, the
raw power as Smith proved just how much Harold was his,
all transported him to knew levels of erotic joy. There was pain, but mingled
with so much pleasure as Jack’s spongy head brushed his prostate inside. His
muscles clenched on instinct, and he heard a satisfied moan from behind.
“Oh, that’s good. Wonderful.”
Unable to speak, Harold rode the rhythm
as Jack began to pull slowly out. Despite his recent climax, his loins began to
stir anew, making him push his hips back from the counter. The thick shaft
inside him slipped out until only the head remained then slammed back home
quickly, another wonderful brush of the sensitive button inside. Harold pushed
back against the shaft, working to please his new master with each motion of
his muscles.
Thick grunts erupted behind him now,
counter pointing the accelerating motion of every thrust into him, raising him
again. His member ached as it rose once more to the feeling of being filled and
used so thoroughly, the shaft in his rectum plunging in and out as he was
pressed against the counter. Kisses were pressed into the back of his neck and
fingers still ran through his hair and around over his belly. His whole body
sang with the intense pleasure as he felt Smith working and stroking himself
within while Harold’s own spent member tried desperately to work towards
another climax.
The thrusting went on for several
moments, quick, sharp and powerful as Jack somehow managed to hit all the right
points within Harold. A particularly loud grunt and a vibration that ran all
throughout his stretched hole signaled the coming release just before Harold
was flooded with warmth deep inside. The second climax was shorter than Smith’s
first, but still surprisingly fluid. Harold could hear the other man panting
behind him as it began to subside, and his own pleasure reached a sort of
completion. A release and a vague trickle of come leaking out of him broke the
waves for the large man, his knees going weak and almost buckling. He could
feel Jack holding him then, arms wrapping around him and carefully pulling the
diminishing shaft out of him.
Head swimming for a few moments now,
Harold felt Jack continue to lift and begin to pull him up on to the counter.
Earlier he would have been surprised that Smith could actually lift him, but
nothing surprised Harold about this man now. He relaxed and tried to regain his
focus, laying across the center block. He’d never
realized before that he would actually fit on the thing, but he was actually
somewhat comfortable as he was rolled up to his side. With just a few deft
motions from Jack, his wrists were finally freed before he was tipped onto his
back again. It felt nice to lay on the cool surface, just relaxing after so
much activity.
As he lay and listened, he could hear
Smith starting to rummage around the kitchen, searching for something. Turning
his head, Harold could see him checking the pantry and the refrigerator. He
wondered if he should ask what Jack was looking for, but knew that he should
stay silent. He realized that he’d passed a certain point and was truly food to
this man now. Letting out a tight breath at the thought, Harold turned his head
back to look up, remaining as still as he could until Jack returned.
“I’ve been trying to figure out what my
supper will taste good with. There are some fine things here, and I think the
honey-mesquite sauce would best bring out your flavor, piggy. Now where can I
find something to brush it over you?”
It was hard to speak as his heart
hammered in his chest. It was all becoming so real. “Behind
you. In the second drawer. Mr. Smith.”
Jack nodded to him and turned to get the
barbeque brush out. Harold watched as he pulled a couple more cabinets open for
a large bowl and then opened the fresh bottle of sauce. Soon he turned back
with a smile at his meal as he dipped the brush into the bowl. A shudder of
excitement ran through Harold’s body as the first stroke went over his chest.
The brush tickled through his body hair as the scent of the sauce began to rise
off of him. Jack spread a generous covering over his chest and ponderous belly
with smooth, expert strokes that left an even layer across his torso. The brush
next went over his arms, running a thin sheen over each one as Jack circled
around him. Harold could hear Smith idly humming to himself,
little snatches of a tune that he could almost pick out as the sauce was
applied.
When the arms were finished, the same
treatment was given to Harold’s legs, tickling him here and there as the brush
strokes continued. He watched it all as his body twitched with the spontaneous
chuckles that escaped, basking in the incredible feeling of being prepared for
dinner. He and Nathan had toyed with food before but never quite like this.
Smith clearly knew what he was doing as he spread the sauce all the way to
Harold’s toes. Then with a smirk at the larger man’s face, Jack brought the
brush to the soles of his feet, making Harold erupt in uncontrollable laughter
at the intense tickling. With each foot, Jack held tight to the ankle in that
strong grip of his where it could not pull away, coating every inch with the
sauce as Harold writhed and giggled. By the time the deed was done, he lay on
the counter panting for breath and feeling his feet dripping.
The final touch was a thick coating
applied to Harold’s groin. The larger man closed his eyes and gave a breathy
moan to the incredible attention. His overtaxed manhood would not rise again so
soon, but the soft measured strokes still felt wonderful along the sensitive
skin. Smith went over the member and sac several times, letting the brush rub
them the perfect way each time so that Harold could almost feel himself sink
into the counter. When the brush was finally pulled away after the final
stroke, Harold opened his eyes to see Smith.
Inhaling deeply, Jack smiled and gave an
approving nod as he looked Harold over. “Exquisite. Now you wait here. I have a
few things to set up, so we’ll just let the flavor soak into your skin a bit.
Then I’ll enjoy the perfect supper.”
With that, Jack left the kitchen. Harold
lay perfectly still for long moments. He could hear Jack exit the dining room
and return, followed by the sounds of bustling a few moments later. He could
hear chairs moving and something being set on the table, and thought he barely
smelled the ozone of struck matches. Mostly though, he heard the trip hammering
of his heart in his ears, pounding as he thought about the end coming near. His
thoughts raced over his life, all his experiences, the times with his true
friends, all the time with Nathan, the events that led up to this moment. He
could feel tears trying to come to his eyes as his breath caught and hitched,
his lungs trying to close. He should have had more time. It was all threatening
to unravel him, to take him out of his fantasy, out of going out with some
dignity. So many things he should have told everyone. He should have told
Nathan how much he loved him, how he’d miss him too. But would he even exist to
miss him after this? He should have…
Fingers curled softly through his hair,
stroking his head. He hadn’t even heard the door open. “Shhh,
shh,” a voice said in his ear, “Breathe now. Just
close your eyes and take a deep breath.”
Harold did as he was told. It was so much
easier if he did that. He took one shallow breath and it rattled out. The
fingers continued to run through his hair, somehow pulling the tension away. He
tried again and was able to feel his lungs expand as all the thoughts began to
organize once more. A third breath cleared him further as another hand gently
ran over his forehead.
“I shouldn’t have left you alone here.
This is not what I’m used to. When I give people what they deserve, it’s
usually much different. For you though, Harold, you’re being robbed of so much.
The time had to be taken, because I’ve watched you quietly these last couple
weeks. And you deserve something very special.”
Shuddering on the counter, Harold took
several more breaths. He could feel himself pulling together again. He had to
believe in something. He told himself that he’d be able to watch Nathan, to
miss him, and to see him eventually be happy again. And he wouldn’t waste away
in a hospital bed; he could make that transition now, in his own way.
“I’m… I’m ready now… Mr. Smith.”
“As am I, my wonderful meal. I saw a
large cart in your pantry. I think we’ll use that to take you out to the
table.”
The thought made Harold shiver once again
as Jack went to the pantry and wheeled the sturdy metal cart beside the center
block. He could feel the surreal sense once more of being a meal for another
man. He moved his body to help as best he could while Smith slid him over the
side of the block. His legs hung over the edge at the knees and the cart
groaned at his weight, yet it still managed to hold him.
With his head at the handle of the cart,
Harold was wheeled forth around the block and to the door to the dining room.
As the door opened and he lifted his head to see just what had been laid out,
Harold gasped.
Two candelabras sat angled to the corners
on the far end of the long table, providing the only illumination. The table
itself had been garnished around the other end with leaves of lettuce spotted
with baby tomatoes, leaving a space the perfect size for his body. At the close
end of the table sat the one chair that had not been moved away, the larger
master chair. The entire scene clearly only waited for himself and Jack.
“A feast such as yourself should only be
supped by candlelight and savored slowly. I give you this last choice before
you feed me, my delectable piggy. Shall I start at your feet or at your head?”
Harold was speechless for a moment. He
knew what he wanted, but it was all so incredible. It was the dream he’d had so
many nights laid out before him. Finally, he found his voice. “My… my feet, Mr. Smith. I’d like to watch it happen.”
Smith nodded. “Sounds
delicious.” He turned the cart around so that Harold was facing the
proper way right along side the table. As Smith lifted his feet up and moved
them towards the edge of the table, Harold reached over with an arm to hoist
his upper body over the garnish. He noticed for the first time how his body
glistened with the red tint of the sauce as he helped Jack position him right
where the space had been set. He lay down carefully, finding that the lettuce
and tomatoes truly formed a perfect fit around his body, his feet settling just
before Jack’s chair.
Wheeling the cart away from the side of
the table, Smith stepped into the shadows at the edge of the room for just a
moment. Soft piano music wafted into the dining room then and Jack reemerged
into the light, slowly taking his seat before Harold. The hungry gleam in his
eyes reflected the candlelight, and Harold could feel them moving all over his
body. It made his body quiver amid the surroundings and he could feel arousal
growing within him once more.
“Thank you, Mr. Smith. Thank you so
much.”
Jack’s answer was a slow lick of his lips
as he reached for his meal. His hands wrapped around Harold’s ankles and lifted
the feet as he leaned forward in hi chair. Harold watched as Smith’s lips
parted, catching a glimpse of the inside of his mouth before the tongue slowly
ran over his toes. A satisfied moan joined the piano music as the tongue slowly
licked each toe down the line, making Harold shiver. He saw Jack’s eyes close
when the soft lips spread and managed to slip around both feet, slowly sliding
down until teeth scraped against his heels.
Watching as he felt the wet warmth of
Jack’s mouth, Harold could see the other man’s lips already stretching around
his ankles and beginning to work further up towards his calves. Cheeks bulged
and stretched as Jack’s tongue stroked the soles of his feet, coming just shy
of tickling as he moaned at the first taste. Already Harold could feel his
arousal growing as his toes were pulled down into the tight grip of Jack’s
throat, his feet forced to point the way for his body. As hands stroked against
his calves and began to pull his weight steadily along the table, Harold gasped
when he felt the first powerful swallow pull his feet into the tight throat.
Smooth undulating motions massaged his
feet wonderfully as the tongue stroked his ankles now. Jack’s eyes opened again
and shined up to Harold, reflecting the dancing candlelight as he began to
truly feed. His lips actually stretched open as he pulled at his huge meal,
swallowing steadily, Harold feeling more and more of his thick calves slipping
and sliding into the skintight, undulating gullet. His own head tipped back
against the table as he moaned and bit his lip. The soft, wet feeling creeping
up his legs was more powerful than he could have imagined. Pleasantly warm and
wet, the mouth and throat constricted and pulled in an incredibly tight massage
as Harold thought of how good he must taste and how feeling he would be for
Smith. Breathy, lip-smacking sounds joined groans of delight filling the room
as he felt Jack hungrily devouring his legs.
Those strong hands gripped his rump
tightly now as teeth rubbed through the hair on his thigh. A good ways down the
table now, Harold looked down his body. He could not see Jack beyond the dome
of his own belly, but he could feel everything as the hands tugged at the side
of each buttock. Fingers kneaded wonderfully into the flesh there, heightening
his arousal and making him harder while they worked to shove him further down.
His toes squeezed together in the gullet brushed against a blockage soft
blockage within. Though soon it slowly pulled open, and Harold realized that
this was the entrance to Jack’s stomach. With a gentler swallow, his feet began
to slide into the chamber. Inside another man’s stomach.
His member throbbed even before Jack’s nose brushed against it as he thought of
how he would truly be just a large bulge in this man’s belly soon.
He could feel the wet pressure against
his cock, the upper lip pinning it to the underside of his gut as his hips were
pushed through into the mouth. Harold worked to hold himself back as it stroked
all along the length, shuddering when it finally slipped completely into
Smith’s mouth. Beads of sweat stood out on Harold’s forehead as his manhood
rubbed against the roof of Jack’s mouth. He did not want the climax to come to
soon, in spite of the incredible teasing. Hard lower teeth chewed gently
against his soft, fat cheeks as the upper jaw worked and scraped under his
belly. It was almost too much combined with feeling more of himself
slipping into the other man’s stomach with each moment.
Watching eagerly, trying to hold his
ground against the intense stimulation as he slid further down the table,
Harold panted as the top of Jack’s head slipped into view over his own hairy
gut. Eyes closed, Smith seemed completely enraptured in his meal, hands
stroking all along the sides of Harold’s ponderous belly. He gulped and shoved,
his seemingly elastic body stretching itself out around the larger man. The
strong tongue rubbed at the small of his back and slithered slowly upwards
along his spine. Harold began to feel himself lifting off the table just
slightly with every swallow now and his legs pressing against the walls of the
stomach, expanding it with every inch that slipped inside.
The hands slipped along his body up to
his shoulders now while wet cheeks pinned his hands to his sides. Drool dripped
down all over and around Harold’s body as Jack continued onward, his mouth
working its way over the mountain of belly sitting there. His teeth nibbled
hungrily with each motion of his elongated jaws, making Harold feel ever more
like the food that he was as he was pushed deeper. The hands pressed on his
shoulders firmly, helping the throat to take him in with each loud gulp.
Already the undulating gullet was pressing in firmly around his lower belly,
stroking his member against it and moving the extra fat about as Jack’s lips
reached his chest.
Body wiggling against the increased
stimulation, Harold’s vision blurred as he worked so desperately to hold on to
his climax. He could make out Jack’s eyes opening, looking down into his face
as the last of the round gut slipped in between his jaws. The gaze was both
hungry and affectionate so near as he could tell as Smith’s lips slowed their
motion, tongue sliding all about his back as he began to savor his meal once
again. It was all so right, clearly he was meant to be food for another man if
Jack was enjoying him this much. But he couldn’t release yet. Even as Jack’s
hard teeth slowly scraped over his erect nipples, taking them both in with his
chest, he couldn’t let go. Not until he was completely inside. Not until he was
just a bulge and ready to be digested away by this hungry god of a man
consuming him.
Heat rose further in his body as Harold’s
eyes closed. He bathed in the firm, wet embrace of mouth, throat and gullet
compressing all around him, his incredible arousal, and the tingling that he
was beginning to feel pooling around his legs, letting the warmth flow. He
could feel himself lifted off the table and straight into the air, the mouth
sealed tight around his shoulders as he slipped straight downward. Sweat poured
from him now as the wet flesh slipped easily over his shoulders, holding him
like a sleeping back just around his neck. He gasped and panted, almost in
tears. It was so close now, so very close. Jack had swallowed the rest of his
body and all that remained was his head. Then he’d be inside Smith. He’d truly
be another man’s food, the way he was meant to end his life.
Slippery and eager, the tongue snaked up
through the back of his hair as he felt himself sinking, stretching out the
stomach further as that upper lip rubbed up under and over his chin. The sounds
from outside were soon cut off as he slipped easily in, his ears covered over
tightly by the inside of the mouth as the exquisitely soft lip moved over his
closed eyelids. He could only hear the wet sloshing, only see the darkness as
breath washed over him and finally the top of his head slipped down. He was in
now, completely inside the jaws, his whole body being stroked and pulled to
make him sink even deeper. It was not long he found as a loud gluk sounded all around him and he slipped quickly
down, down, down.
His whole body pushed down into the
stretched chamber of Smith’s stomach. He could hear groans all around him and
feel the tingling pool around him. It was almost starting to burn as the top of
his head finally slipped past the tight ring and he was sealed completely
inside Jack’s belly. He could feel rubbing around him and feel the sloshing of
the stomach as it squeezed around him.
Suddenly, everything jolted downward and
changed position. He lost any sense of forwards or backwards in the stomach,
but just pictured Smith sitting in that chair with the soft candlelight. An empty table before him and a massively round belly, maybe a
satisfied smile. Finally he could let go as the stomach walls rubbed
against him. His hand managed to reach his erection and in a few short pumps
inside the tight, burning stomach, he felt relief beginning.
At that moment, a thunderous belch
sounded all around him and the stomach walls truly became a second skin. His
orgasm continued as he tried to suck in air only to find a fleshy wall against
his face. Gasping as lights burst on the inside of his eyelids, he blacked out
completely in the midst of the most powerful climax of his life.
Awareness returned to Harold Lannigan some time later, and he took in all around him. Wow…
he thought, it’s different than we ever
imagined…
Jack blinked the sleep from his eyes as
light seeped in through the curtains of the dining room. He stretched his arms
and legs out as he lay naked on the floor, the remnants of the collapsed chair
all around him. Taking a deep breath in, he sighed out slowly, rubbing the
immense mountain of belly that weighed him down. His gut was well rounded now,
his meal already losing definition as his stomach gurgled softly. He shifted
his weight and let out a gentle belch, groaning as his stomach sloshed. His
eyes closed again as he opted to lay there for at least a while longer and let
Harold’s mass digest a little further. He drifted close to sleep and back to
wakefulness again for a few hours, thinking about the job and replaying the
afternoon and evening in his mind. The thoughts mostly gave him a smile as he
felt the delightfully warm fullness from his feast. Harold seemed to go out
happy in the end and appreciate the set up, and Jack could only hope that he’d
been well and truly satisfied with everything.
For the next two days after cleaning
everything up, Jack puttered around the ground floor of the large house, taking
it slow and relaxing. It wasn’t his own place, but the house was comfortable
and had just enough amenities left to spend his time with, despite a fair
amount of the furnishings being gone. Besides, he was really in no state to
travel just yet. It actually felt somewhat nice, like a short vacation.
He hadn’t even bothered with the office
in that time as he waited for his gut to go down. Large men always digested a bit
slower for some reason, in addition to being more massive, and Jack took the
time and trusted that his fee would be there. So he watched the movies he could
find around Harold’s entertainment center. Knowing the kind of man he had been,
he didn’t feel that Lannigan would mind. It was a
damn shame really. He’d seen so many scumbags that were perfectly healthy until
he was called on to get to them. And a decent person like Harold is the one who
gets a tumor. If he hadn’t known better, he’d swear there was no justice in the
world.
On the third day, Jack felt he was ready
to depart. He’d been able to hike up the stairs the night before and sleep in a
bed as opposed to the couch he’d slept on the other nights. He still sported
quite a huge belly, but it wouldn’t keep him from getting home. He’d driven
with worse.
At noon he headed down to the office
after waking up and getting dressed in the larger clothes he had packed with
his supplies. The room was much sparser than it had been before. Almost
everything was gone except for the desk and two empty bookshelves. Sitting on
the desk were two white envelopes, one bearing Jack’s first name in a fine
handwriting, the other blank and thin. Jack opened his own and looked at the
cash within. It was almost four times his normal fee, quite an impressive sum.
Curiously, he picked up the other one.
It contained the deed to the property and
legal papers with Harold’s signature in several places. Other spaces were left
blank for another signature. Jack had never bothered to fully grasp legalese,
but the intent was quite clear. Whoever signed those papers would own the
property and the house lock, stock and barrel. Jack smirked and shook his head.
Nice as it was, he had no use for the house. And even if he did, his signature wouldn’t
mean much given his tenuous legal status. Then again, this envelope hadn’t been
addressed to him or anyone in particular.
Jack heard something from the next room
just a few seconds before the door to the office opened. He turned to see a
thin, middle-aged man with brown hair standing there, his face an unshaven
mixture of shock, disappointment and fresh grief. Jack had seen him a few times
before from a distance. Up close at the moment he looked so frail. And very tired.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?
Where’s Harold?”
For a moment Jack had no idea how to
answer. Something close to the truth at least, though the man wasn’t likely to
believe the whole thing. “Nathan, Harold’s gone. Like he
planned. He hired me to help him prepare.”
Nathan’s eyes welled up and searched
around the room, as if trying to find another answer than the one he’d been
given. His breath hitched. “No, he can’t just be gone like that. He can’t! I
want to see him! What did you do? And how do you know my name? Who are
you?”
Jack stayed against the desk, his gut
sagging in his clothes. He seemed to feel it more now as Nathan pressed the
onslaught of questions. “I’ve seen you, Nathan, since Harold hired me. I’m very
sorry. There’s just nothing to see. It all happened how he wanted it to. It
was… very peaceful.” It was the best he could think of to say.
“How can there be nothing to see? I… I’ll
call the police!” He was sobbing now as his eyes darted to and from Jack,
around the room. But he didn’t move. “Tell me exactly what happened! Tell
me...” Nathan’s voice trailed off as his eyes settled on Jack’s belly and made
a slow tour of the rest of his body. The difference in proportion must have
been easy to spot. His eyes widened a moment, and he shook his head. “No. No
it’s not possible. There’s no way! That can’t happen, it just can’t!”
Jack’s hand went to his gut gently. No
sense in not telling the truth. He was thinking it and he’d either believe it
or he wouldn’t. “It can. It’s what he wanted. You knew about his fantasy, he
told me so when he hired me. He didn’t want you to have to see it.”
Nathan was silent for several moments,
clearly trying to take it in and decide what he could believe. “You really… you
ate him?”
“As he asked. I made it pleasant for him, came as
close to the fantasy as I could.”
“Then before, did you… I mean did you and
he…?”
“He loved you right up until the end,
Nathan. Nothing ever changed in that.” Better that than all the details, Jack
figured.
Nathan fell back against the doorway,
leaning there and looking away as tears streaked his face. He looked back at
Jack and for a moment there was an all too familiar look in his eyes. Jack was
prepared for Nathan to ask to be taken too. But then Nathan stopped and leaned
back, closing his eyes. “Oh, Harold.”
Jack thought about simply leaving,
walking past and letting Nathan work it out for himself. But he felt that
Harold at least deserved more. “He told me you were planning to leave town.”
Nathan nodded, his eyes still closed.
“I know you don’t know me at all, but I’d
like to give you some advice. There are some papers on the desk. If you sign
them in the right place, this house is yours. He set it up before all of this.
He also said that you have friends here.”
Looking at Jack now and wiping his eyes,
Nathan nodded again. “Yeah… two of them are outside.”
“Sign the papers, Nathan. Stay here where
you do still have a life; we both know it’s what your husband would have
wanted. Honor his memory by staying with your friends. It all hurts now; it’s a
pain and an emptiness that doesn’t seem like you can stand it. You want to run
away from it. But eventually you’re going to need the memories you built here.
Trust me when I say that. I speak from experience.”
Jack began to head out of the office.
He’d slip out some back door and leave quietly. Thankfully he’d had the
foresight not to park right at the large house. He passed Nathan and heard the
other man turn towards him.
“Who are you?” he asked for the third
time. Underneath, Jack could almost hear the unspoken question of, What are you?
“I’m just a man who believes in giving
people what they deserve. Your husband deserved to choose how his life ended.
He made that choice with dignity. You deserve some measure of happiness in your
life since you clearly truly loved him. Take what’s given to you.”
Jack left Nathan to ponder that as he
walked through the house and picked up his packed bag. His own emotions almost
got the better of him as he walked through. Old memories.
He could almost have wept for both Harold and Nathan. But it would do no good
for him to dwell on it. His job had been done well, with interest, and there
would likely be others soon.
His stomach churned and gurgled as he
regained his composure and slipped out the back. His hands rubbed the huge
rounded bulge softly, simply enjoying the feeling of such a wonderful feast
inside.