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The Carnivore Club was the most exclusive in the county, like many of its kind across the country and the world. It was so exclusive that only its members, and potential members, were aware of its existence. Sometimes someone would cotton on to its existence, usually a rich toff who wanted in on the action for a laugh, and they would be admitted to the club with one of the true members and would then never bother them again. Not even the bouncers were allowed in, they were handsomely paid—and threatened—to do their job of knowing every member’s name and face and the codeword to gain entrance without ever knowing what happened inside. If they did they might run away or beg for their lives, better to keep them in the dark—and well paid.
If the club were common knowledge however, its exclusivity would be the second thing it would be most notorious for.
In his early twenties, John was the youngest member of the club but was determined to be one of the big name members in the country and maybe the world. There were several rankings, all kept on paper or boards on display in the meeting room, of which the top five men of each formed the elite members of that particular chapter. The more positions you held the higher your status. A member’s number of confirmed victims, most confirmed to have been consumed in one session, the quickest swallowing, and other standards that made a Pred respectable in the eyes of his peers.
John was on the top ten of two rankings, but he was patient and would work his way up soon enough. He entered the club that night and mingled with the others, making small talk and catching up with one another, but knowing that they were all waiting for the main event. Some were already undressed and others were taking their time while some just didn’t care. John took off everything but his baggy sweatpants, earning him a few looks for his choice of clothes but the eyes lingered for what he revealed.
The meetings were a little irregular but it was obvious to anyone who had been at the last meeting that John had put on more muscle than was humanly possible—because he wasn’t human, technically. He was ripped now with the body of a particularly dedicated jock, with a sex pack and biceps made for posing and flexing. He was the focus of more eyes than he usually was and the story behind this growth was a story they all wanted to hear.
John was particularly eager to show off his swollen balls but was saving that for a big reveal. Like all members who cared about their rankings he had to confirm his accomplishment. He had planned it for a week and had set up the cameras to document the event and had sent off the files as soon as he had downloaded them to the club archivist, the only person who had copies of any digital files, who had uploaded them along with others supplied by other members. He had quickly received a response that said exactly what he wanted to hear: that this was the most impressive video they had been sent in a while and would be the feature presentation at this meeting.
The head of the chapter, Joseph, who held the position for being number one on all but two of the leader-boards, addressed the crowd as he usually did and, after the usual business that bored everyone but was done anyway he moved onto a more interesting topic. “Now, I’m sure you’ve all noticed that one of our younger members has grown a little more than a strapping you lad his age should be growing, and I’m sure you all want to know the story behind it!” There was a cry of agreement, the crowd was getting rowdy early tonight. “Well, as you might expect, he made it worthy of the presentation of the week!” There was another cheer as the projector screen descended and the projector warmed up, the show was starting.
John had spent a day rigging up the gym locker-room with cameras and bribed the owner to leave him to lock up. A simple way to get his victim alone and soon enough poor Frank was the last guy in the gym and making small talk with the young man who was hunting him. The large screen showed, in excellent resolution, the four different angles of the scene as Frank exited the shower in nothing but a towel and the water droplets on his pumped muscles. Frank looked about the same age as John but he looked like he had spent quite a bit of it in the gym. He wasn’t as built as a bodybuilder but he was on his way and could have gone pro if he hadn’t caught the eye of the wrong man. Those muscles were familiar to the men of the Carnivore Club and there were many whistles of approval from the club. Like many of them John preferred his victims to be naked and, as Frank was a powerful chap, he would likely put up a fight and would be difficult to strip. Some guys used drugs to paralyse their prey but that removed a lot of the fun of feeling them struggle as they went down.
As Frank dried off John was able to easily engage him in chat by complimenting his body. Frank boasted about his recent gains, John moved in closer behind him as he sat on the bench and went through his bag. Frank was oblivious to how the man behind him was now fully naked and hard; his sexuality was unknown but sometimes even straight guys were pleased to make other men hard. He might have been less pleased to see how John’s cock was growing larger than should have been possible for any man, already it was passing twelve inches long and six across and not slowing down. John stroked it gently, teasing it, encouraging it to grow big enough for him to pounce.
Frank never knew what really happened to him. One moment he was flexing his bicep and grinning at it in pride, the next his head was engulfed by something wet and warm. John had timed it perfectly and had jumped up onto the bench just as his cock opened up and had been able to aim it to swallow Frank’s whole head. There was a roar from the crowd and some scattered applause. John hopped back off the bench with Frank’s head in his grasp and the other man, confused and flailing, was pulled back over the bench and not in a position to fight or struggle against his attacker.
Frank panicked and thought that he had been hooded by something, maybe a towel, and tried to grab at whatever it was, his hands slipping on John’s cock head, well lubed with precum. John reached down and grabbed Frank by the armpits and pulled him up and into his still growing cock. They said once the shoulders were in there was no chance of escape unless the Pred wanted them to and few were in the habit of letting their victims get away once they had decided to swallow them. Frank’s nice round shoulders were soon disappearing after his head and from then on every inch restrained his arms a little more and made the process a little easier.
John’s cock grew as it swallowed Frank, his outline just visible as it put up a fight. John’s face was contorted as the inside of his cock was tested like never before by the stud and he flexed his cock muscles hard to get more of him in. It was like giving birth in reverse but the pain was so good and worth every second. He still managed to torment his victim, feeling his body like he probably couldn’t have had the man been free. He grabbed at his pectorals and pinched his nipples, earning an extra struggle from Frank. All too soon the chest was gone and the abs too were disappearing one pair after another. Frank’s cock was hard, not willingly from arousal from the situation, few truly were, but from John’s precum and its aphrodisiac qualities. Some men were able to get off before they met their end, if Frank was smart he might take the opportunity, when it came, to have a last orgasm.
It only took about three minutes for Frank’s feet to disappear from view and by then John’s cock was over six feet long and almost three across, the vague form of a man inside and wiggling back and forth in a comical way. Like some kind of cocooned insect, a caterpillar in a cocoon or, perhaps more appropriately, a fly in a web. John himself was sweating bullets but grinning like a loon from the high of having a guy in his cock touching him in all the right places normal men so rarely explored. With a heave he hefted his cock upright with one powerful flex and the form inside started slipping along the final leg of its journey into his ball-sack, already swollen in anticipation. Frank could be seen sliding into the sack, and struggling more freely now, beating his hands and kicking his legs at the skin around him but it would be no good.
As John’s cock slowly shrank back down to a manageable size he sat himself down on the bench and lazily stroked his struggling sack, twitching at how tender it felt. Frank must have felt the touch through the skin as he pushed back against his hand, as if pleading for help. The skin tightened and slowly the sack began to shrink as the muscled hunk inside was digested and reduced to semen. The moment he realised what was happening could just be made out with another bout of struggling that was far too ineffective now his body was softening up and dissolving. This was the last chance he would get to orgasm, so few men realised that and went without that final release.
There were several things John could do with a digested man. Some guys could only do one thing: ejaculate them as semen, sometimes they could reform the guy after he was shot out, others could take their memory or some of their physical form. John was able to do many of the various abilities and as his balls shrank he grew, his body absorbed some of the muscle of his victim and swelling with the mass of years of dedication. It was a good thing he was naked as any clothes he was wearing might have been torn by the gains. He couldn’t take all of it, but he was now as big as Frank had been, maybe a little bigger with the new muscle on top of his own.
When his sack was as small as it could be expected to be—the size of two grapefruits—the video ended as John prepared to leave, his stance wide to accommodate his engorged sack. The attendees cheered and applauded and clapped him on the back. John made his way to the stage, where everyone could still see his cock tenting his sweat pants and a large sticky patch where the tip was. With a provocative roar he tore off the last of his clothes and let his cock free along with his huge sack with what was left of Frank still inside. He grabbed the huge balls and shook them in triumph and the crowd went wild. The video had been made hours ago and he was still hyped on the feeling. He had timed it like this so he could still have Frank’s remains inside him for his fellow Preds to see.
“You know I can remake this guy,” he called out, “Shall I spit him out as a runt or as a cumstain? Or do one of you horny fuckers want me to shoot my leftovers inside them?” There were all sorts of yells and demands for what he should do, but the young Pred heard what he wanted to and did what he wanted to with his victim.
When he reached out for one he was promptly handed a condom specially made for Preds to do this. It was as large as a black bin liner but with an opening like a traditional condom to go on his cock. It looked ridiculous to someone who didn’t know what was going to happen but no one there thought John was stupid for having such a large sack on his manhood. They watched as he slipped it onto his twelve inch erection, throbbing, dripping and eager to expel its supply for the pleasure of ejaculation.
There’s nothing, even for non-Preds, like being cheered on to jack-off and cum for them. The testosterone fuelled need to prove one's manhood and other men wanting it to be proved.
John came soon enough, having been wanting to for hours. He gave a roar of victory for the crowd and of pleasure as a huge load shot out of his cock and hitting the inside of the condom with enough force to make the whole thing jerk as it filled with an inhuman load of man-milk. A normal man would go pale at how much John came and think with every spurt that surely this must be the last! But John had a fully grown man digested in his balls and was shooting it all out in one orgasm, the condom filled like a water-balloon and stretched to the floor as it filled. John had to be supported by a man on either side so he didn’t fall from the overwhelming pleasure and they took over stroking his cock to keep the orgasm going and keep the load running out him like a faulty tap. John just rode the feeling, savouring every second, his mouth hanging open and eyes closed.
When the last spurts were wrung from him John was a sweating and panting mess held up by the men but he was grinning like a madman once again today. The condom was weighed down to the floor and filled out almost fully with a milky white load. The two men eased it off his cock and between them hefted it over to a stand that was just as specially made as the condom. The top was secured to make sure it would not fall over or spill while the bulk of it was supported for all to see. Over the next hour Frank would reform from the load, aware the whole time of everything that happened to and around him just as he had been aware inside John’s ball-sack. He would be smaller, having had over half of his musculature drained from him, but otherwise unharmed. It was not often they spared their prey, not all of them could do it and few liked to let anyone else play with their old toys, but John wanted to fuck with this guy who had been so proud of his muscles.
While they waited the gathered men passed the time by comparing their stories and any gains they had made along with boasting about their places on the leader-boards. There was sex too, of course, with some unable to control their horniness after John’s display and with all the fellow preds around. John didn’t take part in the sex, feeling too drained, but he did let one or two men suck on his softening cock and clean it off the last few drops of Frank as he sat and recovered and accepted the many compliments he was given by the older members. He had been known before, but now he was a true competitor in their eyes, he could see it.
By the time Frank was reformed he was curled up into the foetal position in the oversized condom and staring around him wildly. John approached him and tore the rubber sack open and Frank fell out like a newborn child, trembling and still covered in a thin layer of cum. He was still lightly muscled but was half the man he had been before. He scrambled to his knees, looking around for a way out but he was surrounded by men who knew what had been done to him and were still grinning at him with rock hard erections, some openly stroking themselves.
“Don’t worry, Frankie,” said John, “No one wants you as sloppy seconds.”
“Speak for yourself!” said one of the crowd and there was a chorus of jeering. Frank was all but curled up and rocking like a baby, typical of someone in his position. He should be kissing John’s feet and thanking him for sparing him but he was too wrapped up in the bad things to see the good.
John stepped up to him and took him by the chin to face him. Frank found himself almost face to face with his soft cock and shrank away. “I’ve taken what I wanted from you,” John said and flexed his new muscles to show him, loving the look in Frank’s eyes as he saw his hard-earned muscle on someone else, “And I have no more use for you. You’ll be taken home and no more harm will come to you—for tonight. One of the guys here might come for you another day in the future but so long as you are careful about whose cock you let near you you should be fine. There’s a reason we’re called Preds, and guys like you are prey.”
Like before, two men came forward and took Frank by the arms and dragged him away. John didn’t think he’d see him again but several men there looked like they would be looking up Frankie in the near future. John looked forward to hearing the story of whatever happened to him.
The night was almost over and those present were getting ready to leave when Joseph stopped them. “Gentlemen, before you go there is one last display for the night.” He turned to John. “You were very impressive tonight, young man, and we have a special treat for you: a young man about your age who has crossed one of us who needs to be punished. Are you up for another meal, my boy?”
John gestured to his cock which had hardened again in the last few seconds and there was laughter from all round. He made his way back to the stage as another man was brought out by the two men who had taken Frank away. He must have been John’s age and of the same build as he was now. He was black and looked like a tough guy who was looking around almost in confusion. He was wearing nothing but a black jockstrap that held an impressive bulge—for a non-Pred. John wondered what he had done but didn’t care at this point. His cock was hungry and nothing else mattered to a Pred when he got hungry.
Joseph clapped him on the shoulders from behind and whispered into his ear. “We’ve told him he can become one of our group if he manages to deep-throat you while you cum, but only if he can make you cum before you make him cum. Sixty-nine him and when I give the signal you swallow him. Understood?”
John nodded, licking his lips at the sight of his new meal. His meal looked back, looking uneasy at the look he was getting. John stepped forward and held out his hand to shake. “You think you can swallow all this?” He gently stroked his cock for emphasis.
The black man smirked as he shook his hand back. “Can you swallow all this?” he pulled away his jockstrap and let it fall to the floor to reveal a swelling cock that was almost as long as John’s and maybe a little wider. John was impressed but was sure he could handle it. A Pred was born to swallow, after all.
“Competitors, if you would take position,” called Joseph. John and his opponent moved to the centre of the stage and got to the floor facing each other’s cocks. It had been a while since John had given a blowjob but it was like riding a bicycle, he would remember the tricks as he went. He could feel his cock pulsing, waiting to make the move to take in his next victim who was all lined up for him. There was no thrill of the chase or capture but he wasn’t going to turn down a free meal. He could feel his cock twitching in readiness and he had to control himself not to give the game away and scare the prey off, he would swallow him anyway but this was how Joseph wanted it and he was going to impress the head of his chapter.
“Ready,” called Joseph. He stood behind the black victim and made eye contact with John. “Get set.” He winked at the younger Pred. “Swallow!”
John took it as his signal and closed his eyes as he felt his cock head open wide for the head of his victim and helped it by jerking his hips in a well practised motion to swallow the waiting head. Just as he felt it surround the man’s head in a quick and smooth motion he felt something grab his head too—something took hold of his whole head in a strong grip and as he pulled back in shock and surprise it wouldn’t let go. He felt the other man try to pull his head out of John’s cock as they always did and his cock doubled down on it, determined not to let the prey escape. As he took a hold of his victim’s head the thing around his own head tightened its grip too and John could not get away.
He couldn’t see what was happening but he heard a roar of surprise followed by laughter and amazement.
“Boys, boys,” he could hear Joseph saying, “Tonight we see what happens when two Preds try to consume one another. There are several theories on what happens, but tonight we shall see for ourselves. John is one of our strongest and most promising young Preds and Tyrone was here on a business trip and asked to spend the night with our chapter as he can’t be with his own—who informs me he is also very promising.”
Both John and Tyrone now knew they had been played. Both of them grabbed at the other’s hips and tried to push the other off them while trying to relax the grips their cocks had. They were both strong, as the leader had said, but they both knew that no Pred ever let go of his victim. Already, despite their best efforts, the cocks were working to pull them in and John could feel his cock widening to take in Tyrone’s shoulders just as his shoulders were being taken in too. John had himself wondered what would happen in this situation but there was no way he would have been part of this had he known, no doubt Tyrone felt the same.
Moving over the shoulders now both men were losing the movement in their arms as the cock’s pinned them to their sides. John used his new muscles to heave and try and stretch Tyrone open but the cock muscles held strong and he couldn’t hold out for long. The moment he relaxed his arms even a little they were consumed a little more. Too soon his whole biceps were pinned and his elbows were disappearing too.
The last thing he could do at this point was hold up his hand in a middle finger at everyone watching. It did nothing but get laughs.
John played out the logic in his head quickly: the real problem would come when the cocks reached the other’s crotch and tried to consume the base of the other’s cock, surely at that point there would be some kind of impasse. It would leave them with their legs and maybe their fingers free but their whole upper bodies would be trapped until something happened. Unless the cock’s could keep on swallowing the other, no cock ever gave up its prey until it was churned down to cum!
As the cocks reached that point they did slow and John had a moment of relief as they did. Surely they couldn’t go any further, right?