Succulent Prey

Joe had just left to get gas in the van when he spotted Frank in his rearview mirror, crossing Folsom Street, heading for the front door of his apartment building. He was instantly enraged by the intrusion. He had given the little man a chance to walk away from this yet here he had come, sticking his nose back into Joe’s business, begging to be murdered. He had heard of deer that would bare their throats to the wolf when they became old or sick, seeming to long for the predator’s jaws at their jugular to end the misery of their lives. Long pigs apparently had the same fatal instincts.

Circling the block rather than risking a dangerous U-turn in the middle of Folsom Street, Joe felt his adrenaline pulse and his heart rate quicken. The monster was awakening. By the time he made it back to the front of his building Frank was nowhere to be found and the front door was wide open. Joe punched the dashboard so hard that it cracked.

‘Shit!’ he roared as he pulled the van to a halt and dashed out onto the sidewalk and into the building.

The lobby was empty. Frank must have taken the stairs up to the top floor, looking for him. Joe punched the button for the elevator and waited impatiently for it to descend. His mind went over different scenarios for Frank’s destruction and disposal. Joe smiled when he noticed that he had gotten an erection. Perhaps this would be just what he needed to tide him over for the long trip to Seattle. Another fresh kill to snack on. He stepped into the elevator and rode it to the top floor, pacing impatiently, anxious for the kill. The doors whooshed open and Joe stepped out into the hallway, in time to see Frank backing slowly out of his apartment with a trembling hand clutching his mouth and the other thrust out in front of him as if to ward off an attack. Yet the one thing in that building in any condition to attack him wasn’t in the apartment but in the hallway behind him.

Joe charged him, sprinting down the hall at full speed with his head low and his arms outstretched as if preparing for a football tackle. The last thought Frank had before impact was just how much the big college kid really did look like Superman, especially when he was flying like that.

Joe leapt forward and struck the little man in the solar plexus with his shoulder, knocking the wind out of him and driving him straight through the door across the hall, which turned to kindling under the tremendous impact. As soon as Frank felt the squishy wetness beneath him, he knew what that horrible putrid smell had been. It hadn’t been a dog or a cat after all, rather what the cats and dogs had been feeding on.

Frank screamed as he looked down to see his arm sunk up to the elbow in the flayed and ruptured chest of a female corpse. Her eyes stared at him, frozen wide in terror. Her lips and much of her cheeks had been eaten away, as had most of the flesh on her torso, arms, and thighs. The scant flesh that remained was mottled with purple and blue spots and bloated where it had not been torn open. Frank looked from the feral felines and diseased vermin scurrying away in the dark to the handsome and enraged giant storming through the open door toward him. He was unsure which of the animals had eaten the most of the dead woman’s corpse. Fortunately, he had little time to consider it before a fist collided with his jaw and he slipped into darkness.

Joe looked down at the little man who lay draped unconscious over his most recent meal and tried to consider what to do with him. He was still fat off Emma’s flesh and though he was powerfully aroused by the thought of fresh meat, he knew that his hunger would be tenfold by the time he reached Seattle. Perhaps if he could somehow keep Frank’s body fresh he’d have something to snack on along the way to give Alicia a better chance of surviving the trip. Joe considered for a moment how much easier it was becoming to make these kinds of decisions. He was rapidly becoming a monster, a calculating killer. Still, he reasoned, as long as he kept Alicia alive, as long as he could resist the temptation to devour her luscious body, then the transformation was not yet complete. He was still human, at least partially.

He already had one hostage so it made no difference to him if he had to increase that number to two. If he kept Frank alive then he wouldn’t have to worry about his meat spoiling and the rats and other scavengers getting to him the way they’d gotten to the librarian. Most of her meat had been wasted. He’d managed to save a little of her buttocks and organs in his little hotel-sized refrigerator before the rest of her had become cat food.

Still, he’d found Emma’s cold flesh unsatisfying. He hadn’t yet progressed to the point where he could get the same joy out of carrion. He preferred his meat alive and kicking. He’d try to preserve Frank, eating only small rations of his flesh for as long as he could keep him alive.

He dragged the small man’s body across the hall, removed all of Frank’s clothes, and began wrapping him in duct tape. It disturbed him to see Alicia staring at him as he trussed up the little man so he picked her up and placed her back on the bed facedown. Then he dragged Frank’s limp body into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him.

Frank didn’t awaken until Joe dumped him into the shower and turned the water on full blast. The little man’s eyes darted in every direction, seeking a point of reference and an avenue of retreat. He gagged as water rushed into his nose and squeezed his eyes shut as it flooded them. When he felt the hand slide between his legs and lather up his genitals he opened them again.

The huge man was leaning over him and washing him as if he were an invalid.

Frank started to protest but then realized that there was a gag over his mouth.

Next he noticed the silver tape cinching his ankles and wrists together. His cock sprang to life as the huge hands stroked it with a fistful of suds even as his asshole clenched tight in fear. When he saw the hunger that leapt into SuperPredator’s eyes, he tried unsuccessfully to will his throbbing organ to wilt.

Joe began to stroke the man’s cock more aggressively. He held it under the shower and washed all the soap away as the little man’s thick penis swelled to an impressive length and girth. It was beautiful. Joe wanted to taste it right now. To grind it up with his blunt little teeth and swallow it. He was mesmerized, watching the impressive organ swell even larger as the little man struggled in vain to free himself, obviously aware of the purpose for which he was now being prepared. Frank felt a bizarre combination of fear, elation, and deep sexual enjoyment as he considered his predicament. Naked, bound and gagged, being jacked off by a gorgeous muscular young man who was apparently a cannibal and murderer who had already tasted of his flesh and enjoyed it. The giant was staring at Frank’s cock with undisguised hunger and Frank tried hard not to think about what it would feel like when he inevitably bit it off. Then the cannibal lowered his head between Frank’s legs and Frank felt the man’s tongue slide the length of his cock. Frank felt the orgasm rip through him as the big man licked and sucked on his cock as if he were tasting him rather than trying to bring pleasure. Frank’s semen doused the big man’s handsome face.

The powerfully built cannibal paused to look up at Frank with cum dribbling down his nose onto his lips. He licked the man’s seed from his lips and smiled in a way that seemed to be more a baring of teeth than an expression of joy, then knelt back down between the little man’s thighs.

At the last second Joe changed his mind about biting off the man’s cock and instead knelt down and took a soft, wrinkled, hairy testicle into his mouth and bit through his scrotum. The little man screamed as Joe sawed through his nut sack with his teeth, ripping away the skin and sucking the small round testicle into his mouth, severing it from his body with one bite. Frank was unconscious when Joe dragged him back into the bedroom chewing on one of his rubbery testes, which tasted to him like calamari. Joe was disappointed to see Alicia crying when he entered the room with the little man in tow. Her eyes zeroed in on Frank’s hideously wounded, bleeding crotch.

‘Don’t worry. He’s still alive.’ Joe wiped semen and blood from his chin then sucked the cocktail from his fingertips. Alicia felt her stomach turn.

Joe swallowed hard. He smiled and Alicia watched the big predator’s tongue probe his bloodstained teeth for bits of flesh as his grin widened. She started to retch and Joe leaned over and removed the gag from her mouth just before she regurgitated into the bucket on the side of the bed.