Succulent Prey
: Part 1 – Chapter 7

Joe had set up an apartment down in one of the seedier areas of town, far away from campus. A commercial district filled mostly with warehouses and retail stores. It was nearly desolate at night. He had intended it to be his art studio. The tiny room was cluttered with paint and canvas. One or two finished paintings hung on the walls amid the countless unfinished ones. He’d found it more and more difficult to paint lately. It was supposed to be therapeutic, but letting his imagination roam like that only seemed to make the monster hungrier.

Luckily, he’d soon found other uses for the old apartment. It was perfect for little clandestine affairs.

Frank arrived just after midnight, wearing baggy jeans and a tank top. Clothes that he could easily slip out of. He smiled wide when Joe answered the door.

‘Oh my God! I was hoping it would be you!’ His eyes lit up like an orphan on those rare Christmas mornings when Santa Claus did not forget him.

The small man with the bruised and battered face and the nervous, desperate eyes of a cornered animal, tiptoed gingerly into the dingy hall way. Joe slammed the door behind him. They both stood in the ancient vestibule eyeing each other greedily.

‘Superman,’ Frank whispered softly in appreciation, as he looked the big muscular college kid over from head to toe. He fell into Joe’s arms and tried to kiss him. Joe shoved him back against the wall and pinned him there with one arm.

‘Uh-uh. I’m not that way.’

Frank looked frightened but he was excited.

‘I didn’t think you were gay, but then why am I here?’

‘To be eaten.’

Joe produced a small slim scalpel and Frank’s breath quickened.

‘You … you said you wouldn’t hurt me.’

‘No, I said I wouldn’t kill you and I won’t. But there will be pain. I’m sure you’ll like it, though. Jack off if you want. Get the endorphins going. You’ll enjoy the pain once your adrenaline starts racing.’

Joe unbuckled Frank’s jeans and dropped his pants. Frank’s cock was hard as granite and glistening with a sheen of precum. Joe wanted to slice it off and eat it but he held himself back. The frightened little man took his eyes off of the scalpel in Joe’s hand for a moment and looked at his surroundings.

The walls were all cracked, with paint peeling from them in long sheets. Everything was covered in cobwebs and dust and the hall ways were all dark. There was a reception desk with a shattered mirror in back of it and an overturned chair covered in rust and dust.

‘What is this place? Does anyone actually live here?’

‘This is nowhere. Now turn around!’ Joe commanded.

The small man turned to face the wall.

He leaned his face against the drywall but left his hands free so that he could stroke himself as the man he’d known as SuperPredator online and simply as Joe at the SAA meetings began to cut Frank’s trembling buttocks. Frank shot a hot stream of semen all over the filthy wall and down onto the cracked tiles at his feet as the huge muscular man sliced off a chunk of his ass.

Joe was overwhelmed by sensations as he brought the glistening blood-wet meat to his lips and slurped it into his mouth. Just as he’d expected, he could taste the little man’s soul as he devoured the small sliver of life, absorbing a small piece of him and assimilating it in his stomach, becoming one with the diminutive masochist. He could taste the little man’s fear and pain and ecstasy vibrating on his tongue like he’d just licked a coke spoon. He could feel Frank’s life marrying with his own, surging through his blood like rocket fuel, and was surprised when he found himself suddenly gripped by his own orgasm as the tender meat slid down his throat. His body jerked and bucked as if having a seizure. Frank looked up at him in awe. He couldn’t believe the man was cumming just by tasting him. They both collapsed onto the hard dusty floor, panting heavily.

‘Oh my God! That was incredible!’

‘You should go now, Frank.’ Joe’s breathing was still heavy, but his voice was cold and hard. He didn’t look at Frank as he spoke, but rather stared straight ahead into the shadowy lobby.

‘What? You want me to leave? You’re not going to fuck me? You don’t want another taste?’

‘If you don’t leave now, I’ll never let you leave. Do you understand? This is the only chance I’m going to give you to save your life. Leave now and never come back here.’ He was still not looking at Frank. His body was tense now and his erection had come surging back to life. Frank wanted to take the man’s cock down his throat. But something in Joe’s voice let him know that staying there any longer, getting the SuperPredator aroused again, would have been a death sentence.

Frank gathered up his clothes and scampered out into the street, stumbling as he tried to run and step into his pants at the same time. He slid his underwear up over his wounded ass, wincing from the pain, and hopped down the street with one leg in and one leg out of his jeans and the blood saturating his boxer shorts. Joe slammed the door behind him.

The next day Joe went online again and was instantly assaulted by instant messages from Frank begging for a repeat performance. He logged off and left the cafe. He had to stay away from the Long Pig Message Board for a while. It was easier to cure an addiction when there was no supply. Eating that one slice of flesh from Frank’s buttocks had been the most intense sexual experience he’d ever had and he wanted more.

Much more. He knew now that whatever was wrong with him was beyond his control and that if he saw the little man again he’d probably murder and eat him. He had to get more serious about replaceing a cure. There was no way SAA could handle this problem.

After a quick shower, Joe caught the BART train back to campus. He kept his head down, trying not to make eye contact with anyone as he made his way across campus to the university library. He was afraid that his eyes would betray his thoughts.

There was a small piece of gristle between his teeth from his recent appetizer. He worked at it with his tongue, trying to worry it free. Each time his tongue brushed the miniscule piece of flesh a fresh tingle went through his loins.