Feral-Ville Part 1/4
A Mormon boy graduates from college and wins a house in Louisiana. But was wholly not prepared for his 'landlords', two gators who only see him as a sex object. How will he manage to survive his predicament?
………. How did he get into this situation? Never in their life would the thought of watching two bears violently squirm inside gator-brother guts ever be something that would ever happen. Joshua's two captors practically taunted them with the funny idealism of getting help from outside, sleeping the evening away. Very loudly, their guts groaned and whimpered with their fill, gleefully mulching their prey down. Despite how big the paw imprints were, they could not make even an inch of disturbing both the giant humongous apex predators' slumber. Slowly reduced to nourishment without a care for their pleas.
“..............mmmmmmmmm…MM”
He can't tell what they're saying; the loud snores and digestion sloshes obscure their voices. Their badges are on the floor next to the couch. Joshua just shivers in fear, scared into shocked silence, begging that this is some sort of dream, that he didnt just lure people to die, none of this is…
…Oh, right, he can remember how he got here, everything only starting on that fateful day, that April evening, when the pollen from the trees looked like snow
On that day, Joshua was entering a sweepstakes after graduating from All Saints College with a degree in civil engineering and none of the debt. He had to impress his father and mother with how he would shape his life. Coming from the Udall family meant there was a lot of pressure on him to make a good impression, as whatever image he gave would reflect on his parents.
Sometimes, he feels as if he's just living in their shadow, quietly, his entire life in an invisible cage that he can't break out of. He tries explaining this to his friends, yet no one takes his metaphors or fears seriously.
Yeah, but they never beat you, so is it something you should worry about?
That's just how your parents are looking out for you.
Yeah, that's how parents should be; even if he feels scared of letting them down from time to time, he still has his hobbies; it isnt abuse if he isnt being neglected, hurt, or lectured. His only real escape from these thoughts is when he alone is entering sweepstakes.
As a young kid in Utah, he would enter every single one he could find, writing his address, name, and zip to anything that had even the promise of a prize. Multiple times, his parents gave him lectures about making sure they were legit, but it didnt stop him; most of the time, it was a lifetime supply of yogurt added to the pantry, maybe even some limited edition pot he had no use for as he isnt a good cook.
But one sweepstake online caught his eye, one that he didnt realize would change his life in all the worse ways possible. Promising him the freedom to live under a new roof, somewhere where the storms and moistness would compete against the cold deserts of Utah. Louisiana, the land of liberty.
“Bayou Buyout?”
With a few scrolls down, he looks at the offers, as well as the images provided
An entire 2-floor house, fully furnished, food provided
A close-knit community in need of new people
A provided boat and gear for fishing, almost like he does with his grandpa on his trips to the tropics.
A beautiful bathroom and even a…. Bar…
He can't drink, but he was sold on the rest. Without thinking about what changes he would make to his life, he submitted his entry into the contest.
You can already guess what happened.
Joshua’s Imagination snapped when he heard the bear struggling with a second wind again. The second gator’s bear was all but mush now, as their struggles were gone; he could listen to the first one almost calling his name. Weakly, he put his tiny hand on the gator's belly.
“FAULT….MM…MMMA MMMRRR…MPHHM…NOT....”
Fault… Not
Did they know these gators had plans? Why did they come when they knew what would happen?
He puts an ear to the belly; all the digestive noises were quieting the sound of the bear inside.
“K-kid…..d-dont blame….yourself, I feel you out there….”
There was a squelch, the officer whimpering.
“S-shit, its getting dark…. I really messed up, you g-gotta get out of here.”
There was heavy breathing as the gut went into overdrive to finish dinner.
Even the firm handprints became small bumps. Joshua could only silently cry as he ran over to the kitchen, only hearing the gut bubble up a few small burps between the two 1000-pound tanks of animals as they relish their meal, finally giving in to their digestion.
He repeatedly calls his father's manor on the landline, but no one answers.
If only…. He would have never met those two if he hadn't taken that fishing trip to the swamp.
Beaux and Clay, his captors, the older one Beaux being humongous and wearing his fat more liberally around his muscle gut while Clay was lean… as much as a 1000-pound alligator could be with his muscle being denser than his older brother's fat. Both toying around with him like he's merely an object of…. Sex….
It's revolting… That's why the first thing he did was try to use the boat to escape.
The engine purrs as he quietly tries to start the engine, every tug laced with more desperation.
“Comn… please…please please…”
Both the gators were in the house, having a midday nap after dragging him back home forcefully; he didnt care about bringing anything with him. He just wanted out.
He couldnt imagine that one day they would eventually grow tired of the teasing and actually eat him or destroy him to the point he dosent recover.
With one final pull, any hope of stealth was thrown off. He saw Clay practically dive out of the second-floor window, breaking the water's surface as he began following the boat.
“CUM BACK’ CUZ, WAIT You…” He was yelling things he couldnt hear anymore over the sound of the engine.
No matter how many turns he took through the mangroves, Clay was always on his tail, swimming faster than any Olympic Swimmer ever had for their boy toy.
“NO…no, please, SOMEBODY HELP ME!” He helplessly screamed out into the thick bayou. His boat ride ended abruptly as the boat, at high speeds, got caught up in thick tree roots, sending him flying into the water.
Joshua did try still going, but sadly, he was never a strong swimmer. Clay's claws gripped his arm as he pulled up to one of the Mangrove roots. The gator sat on a thick trunk, moving one leg to Joshua’s left leg.
“Now, boy, what was all dat’ bout? Runnin’ from love AND our generosity?”
There was only a look on the human's face, filthy with moss and muck; he knew what would come next.
“Now listen’ I say you gotta learn how we do things’ round here, Beaux wouuda’ ate you on da’ spot, but ill make sure ya learn a lil something while I do so…”
The gator shows off its long ribbed cock, slowly growing more erect as its arms are up high, pre-spilling on its face. The chubby animal proceeds to hold Josh up high, using their other free arm to stretch open and shut their gaping cockhole
“See dat? Ya don’ wanna go in mah stomach, so now ya gotta bulge mah shaft.” They spoke so calmly about it to the point that all. He couldnt even see the look in his eyes as the gator's hat with his name covered it all up, only showing a sharp-toothed smile staring back at him.
“IM SORRY, DONT- NO, PLEASE.”
The head swift is swallowed in, the head of the cockhole hungrily snatching him up. Joshua flails to try to pull himself off the wet cock, but he only manages to have his tiny fingers slip and slide as Clay keeps feeding him in. By the time he is in by the shoulders, the heat of the Louisiana bayou would be more enjoyable. His head was swallowed in magma-hot walls; he could tell quickly that this isnt Clay’s first time taking someone who wouldnt cooperate and churning them up into nothing but cumslop. The Balls somehow overpowered the sound of his distress and the erect shaft.
“MMmmm Beau might get mad, but ya struggle jus’ SOO good, maybe ya can line my balls a bit…” his strong arm keeps lowering him further and further, slowly letting the Udall boy embrace his own helplessness.
Joshua’s screams were muffled loudly by the urethra gripping onto his face tightly, his arms to his sides in powerlessness.
The only thing his ears could hear in this tight tunnel was Clay’s groans of enjoyment from his suffering, the croc trying to monologue to him while he was locked inside.
“See I tell yea right here boy, ya got sum guts trying to step outta’ line for ya new house. See- I tell ya dis’ Beaut was bout to clap some collar on yea but I told em’ no. And ya go off and do this?”
It feels like the grip on his one ankle grows loose, Clay seemingly letting Joshua be resigned to his own fate as cumslop for his transgressions. But before he could be lowered further, Clay tugged him lightly away from the bubbling sacks of cum.
“It going to suck hard to make ya line my balls after all da work I did to keep ya happy boy. You some kinds of ungrateful to be makin’ me do all dis here’ work an’ swimmin for nothin.”
Joshua spent the next few hours tugging between life and death, getting a Southern Gators talk about remembering his place in life and reinstating his new role.
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The next night, Joshua used the landline repeatedly. He was starving and tired, stuck between a rock and a hard place, and no one wanted to listen.
All his friends got new phones, and his father intended to let his phone go to voicemail.
“Someone…please…”
The same dial tone, again and again. Josh knows the answer won't change, but it's just overwhelming.
“So ye gon jus keep breaking rules on us Joshy-Boy?”
In his zoned-out mind, he did not even hear the gator come back in the house, watching as they just stared at him with a foot bouncing on the floor.
“Ya must be one dem chirstian gluttons, ya think God punishes the righteous or sum’ shit?”
“Please.. Leave god out of this.”
Beaux stomps right over, Joshua feeling at home again as the gator hisses loudly in their ear.
“ What was that? You tellin me what to do?”
“N-NO BEAUX SIR I WAS JUS-
“WE CLOTHE YA, FEED YA, AND FUCK YA, AND YOU STILL COMPLAIN’N LIKE A WOMEN.”
With one arm, the gator grabs the human by the hair, throwing him around like a ragdoll before an idea visually went past his eyes.
“If ya want to act like a women, then ya better learn how ta suck cock.”
Joshua didnt get any word in it; before he could beg him or plead his case, a musky hot ribbed cock was slammed down his throat. Beaux facefucks him violently as Joshua can hear from the dangled phone line his mom's voice.
_Yes, this is the…. _
She probably can't even tell the sound of her baby boy gagging on cock; maybe that's why it took her almost a minute before she continued.
Is this some sort of prank? What kind of lowlife loser are you to annoy us with phone call after phone call?
Joshua spits up precum, the upper body becoming covered in gator sweat as Beaux forgets himself, his head swimming with the thoughts about how he could ever tell anyone whats happening.
Or how good it feels.
WELL, LISTEN UP, YOU CALL US AGAIN, AND WE WILL HAVE AN INVESTIGATOR FIND YOUR LOCATION, MISTER; HOW DARE YOU DEPRAVED SINNERS ANNOY THE UDALL FAMILY WITH SUCH HORRID NOISES.
Beaux pauses in their slam fuck, Joshua’s eyes rolled almost to the back of his head, droll dribbling all over himself. The giant of an animal picks the phone up with an angry snarl, looking down at Joshua as he begins to speak.
“Shut up. I know you wanna finger yourself to this.”
EXCUSE ME? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
“Just some fella from the swamps with a big cock… and a good libido, Joshua’s yer son right?”
See, now I know you're pranking me. Joshua already knows to avoid ‘your kind.’ Did you get paid by that Randall kid?
Beaux slowly pistons his hips as the call continues
“Mmmm… see no, were the sweepstake people, Joshua here has been just off the wall recently, dont’ know how to act ta people, tryin’ to snoop in shit, yer sons just a troublemaker. Ya know how to discipline him?”
The gator's smile could probably be heard through the phone, Joshua staring in awe.
Well, just soap in the mouth used to do it… WAIT WHY AM I TELLING YA-
“Thanks, well try that.”
He hangs up the phone before ‘accidently’ breaking the landline again.
“Ain’t got no soap, but I do got something that will stay in yer’ mouth fer days.”
The way the giant can cum on command is something the Mormon couldnt wrap his head around, stomach slowly inflating with jizz before it began to spit out all over the place as his stomach was over capacity.
“Ya gotta learn how to swallow loads kid, keep up all this ‘resistance’ and we might just have ya for dinner one dese’ nights.”
With a dick slap to the face, Beaux lets the human fall to the floor. Walking off to let him clean up after himself.
Joshua’s Nightmare had only just begun.