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~Crocodile Canal~

Written By: Phamyne Plaguox

[WARNING! Contains: Oral Vore, Gore, Digestion (Fatal), and is not suitable for minors.]

Grinning at my reflexion as I flexed my arms, I continued to admire my form in the full-length mirrors running across the wall in front of me. My body is dripping with sweat and my shorts slightly damp, but god do I love the feeling of doing a full body cardio and ending it with some weight training~

Admiring the curvature of my muscles and the complete lack of body fat, I turn my back to the mirrors and wink at myself over my shoulder, really appreciating that I started coming to this gym as my muscles have never looked better~ Having competed in marathons for fun over the years, I’ve developed a bit of a thing for cardio. And seen as one of my old high school friends owns this gym, there was no way I was going to turn down the opportunity to train myself here.

“The Carnivorous Cardio Studio” as Cole decided to name it, is a place for athletes to train their bodies to perfection. In fact, he gets Olympic level classed people who come here to train. It might not be the biggest gym around the city, but thanks to all the sports celebrities praising the trainers and equipment here, my friend has been making big changes and this gym is on its way to the races. Quite literally!

Cole doesn’t keep much weight training equipment at his studio, but I’ve gotten by pretty well with the standard stuff, even if I do say so myself~ Flicking my sweaty black hear from my face, I comb it back and admire how my muscles are coming along. I’ve got a real swimmer’s body with how fast my metabolism is, but all the effort is really paying off and I’ve never been happier~

The gym is already pretty desolate and the only reason I notice that I should be making my way home is because I catch sight of my friend initially shaking his head in embarrassment for me admiring myself like this, but when I meet his eyes in the mirror, Cole shoots me two finger guns before continuing to bounce up the stairs to his office.

I guess I should wrap this up and go shower. He agreed to stay open an hour later for me because I only clock out at 19:00, but it’s already 21:16. Not that I really have anywhere else to hurry off to. If I had my way, I’d workout till midnight, but Cole has a wife and kids at home and it’s unfair for me to keep him. So after taking one last look at my well defined, sweaty and cleanly shaved torso, I tell myself all the guys fawning over me do so for a reason, and that reason is that I’m sexy as fuck, before making my way to the locker room.

Stepping through the red double doors and into the room, I pass by the large taped off area to my left. Cole recently bought out the shop next door and is in the process of knocking down the walls to build a bigger area back here, and once he gets the other adjoining shop on the opposite side, he plans on getting even more equipment up front! I personally can’t wait for that~

Looking into the dark, taped off area, I shrug before continuing to the red lockers to the far right, and after stripping out of my shorts and collecting my towel and body wash, I meander over towards the showers just a little further in. Passing by another section of the wall, I see a four-foot hole a little ways down from the sectioned off building site. Pausing for a moment to bend over and peer into it, I find a long tunnel I the wall, filled with nothing but darkness and damp dirt. I wonder what this is for? Though… Seeing the pipes running along the ceiling of the hole, I guess it must be for pipe work. Shrugging once more, I continue towards the open showers just around the corner and don’t waste a moment one getting beneath the high-pressure head, relishing in the steamy water as it cascades over my tense body and washes away the grime.

One thing I do miss about being able to come in here earlier is being able to witness all the eye candy~ Sure, it’s a little hard not to pop a boner when you’re surrounded by all these chiselled men, especially when those men are ones you have admired on tv during the Olympics, and sure this open shower was one of the main selling points for me getting a membership here, but sadly Cole is planning on doing away with it as he remodels this place. But whatever, not like I’ve been able to make use of it recently. I guess I’ll either have to give up my new position at work or find a different gym. Heh, who am I kidding? As much as I miss the sight of swaying balls, delicious six packs and firm butts straddling these halls, I could never do that to Cole.

Rinsing the multipurpose body wash from my hair, I allow the water to splash across my face as I recall one very steamy encounter I had here when a gymnast wound up staying later than usual where we bumped into each other in the shower. We first traded gazes and spoke a little while after we started to shower, Buuut… One thing led to another, and I had him bent over backwards for me at the end of it all~ And when I say “bent over backwards”, I really mean it! The guy was fucking flexible! He twisted over backwards and crawled between his legs! It was fucking hot pounding his ass while he held onto my ankles~ God~ Something about it just flicked all my buttons. Not that I’m a stranger to hooking up in public, but fuuuck me! watching his cock slap against his pelvis as it spat out wads of cum was one of the hottest bangs I’ve ever had~

Finishing off by rinsing the last of the suds from my skin, I trace along my pronounced chest and down my enticing abs as I continue to remember how great it felt to blow my load inside that guys tight pucker, but the mere memory of Cole walking in not two minutes later is enough for me to tense up and look behind me as I half expect the man to come and berate me for taking my time. But he isn’t here, it’s just me and my semi-erect cock. And after another moment of contemplation, I decide it’s a bad idea to jerk one off right now.

After shutting off the shower and sighing out, I quickly dry myself down, my memories still locked in that moment I pulled out and my cum squirted from his ass and fell all over his face, right into his mouth! That guy was faaar too kinky! He probably only got into gymnastics so he could do freaky things like that.

Toying with my dick, I find it hard to pry my hand away from it as I’m practically rock hard now and it’s now demanding my attention, but knowing that I still have time on finding a hook-up at the bar down the street is enough to give me some urgency to get dressed. So turning the corner and walking between the lockers, I look up with a salacious grin on my face in anticipation of the night ahead, but my eyes widen and the lecherous smile falls from my lips as my gaze sets on a sight I had not expected to find here.

Sitting between the white wall and my locker at the end of the line is a freaking fully grown crocodile! At least seventeen feet long, the crocodile looks to be five-hundred kilos of pure muscle! The dark scaled reptile is just laying there without a care in the world! I stand motionless, gobsmacked and dumbfounded at the sight, not really believing it, but as I watch its body moves as he breathes, I realise that this isn’t some prank Cole isn’t pulling one of his usual pranks on me. This is a real fucking crocodile!

If I hadn’t just watched a documentary on them last night, I might have mistaken it for an alligator, but having marvelled at the raw power of these beautiful beasts and wishing evolution was so kind to gift us with such muscles, I understand that not only am I in danger, but I need to get the fuck out of here right now! So carefully backing away without removing my eyes from the softly hissing lizard, I clench my bundled towel in my arms and carefully step onto the other side of the lockers and hide behind them with a silent sigh of relief.

Fuck…How did that thing get in here!? My eyes immediately set on the giant hole in the wall in front of me and eye it off suspiciously. That rumour about “Alligators in the sewer” was in fact “Alligators”… Right? Not crocodiles? I peer over my shoulder and pass the lockers and find the crocodile still motionless at the end of the lockers.

Shit… What am I supposed to do!? Looking to my left, I see the double doors and immediately think that I need to warn Cole. Sure, he might shout at me for running out into the gym butt naked, but what choice do I really have? I’m not for a FUCK going to risk facing that crocodile. So carefully placing my bodywash on the ground, I wrap my towel around my waist and steal one last glance at the crocodile before very quietly making my way towards the exit.

I pass each of the lockers with jittery steps, my whole body twitching in anticipation of the danger that has me wanting to run for the door in case that thing hears me, for after witnessing those crocodiles run surprisingly fast across the riverbanks last night, sends a chill up my spine with every step I take against the equally cold tiles. What did that dude say? Crocodiles can run something like thirty-two kilometres per hour or something? Fuck that! If I wasn’t training for marathons, I might actually piss myself if it runs after me. But I can beat that monster if it jumps out at me. I’m one of the fastest guy I know.

I pass the final locker with a subdued sigh as the beast decided not to show itself, and taking one last cautious look over my shoulder where my body wash lays, it doesn’t seem he’s come out of hiding there either. I close my eyes and try to calm my racing heart before I continue down the short passage and towards the doors with more haste than before, but before I can take my next step, I watch in horror as ANOTHER fucking crocodile comes crawling out from the construction site and slugs himself right in front of the double doors!

I freeze mid-step and gawk at the reptile, he is just as big as his friend and just as mean looking! But the only problem is that this one is looking right at me! I don’t move, I’m not even sure I breath as I watch him with just as much surprise as he observes me with. I look from his ugly mug to the door he now blocks and back to the lizard who turns to face me with slow motions, and I feel my heartrate spike as adrenaline starts to pulse through me.

Fuck fuck FUCK! That door is the only way out of here! And the bathrooms are on the other side of the fucking lockers! I can try to dart through them and hope the other guy doesn’t catch me before locking myself in one of the stalls and hope that Cole can hear my screams, but other than these lizards being easily able to knock down the flimsy walls of the stalls, they could simply crawl underneath and yoink me from them!

My brain goes into overdrive as I think of the open showers, not a single place there for me to escape this monster unless I try to balance on the showerheads, but even thinking that I realise how stupid it sounds. Just as I’m contemplating the best route to take, I remember that hole I passed by on the way here. Sure, that’s more than likely where these beasties came from, but with how broad the crocodile is, I doubt it will have an easy time running after me down there. I’ll have to crawl through, but I could definitely manoeuvre myself faster than the croc through there. The only problem with the plan is that I don’t know where it leads… And other than them coming from the construction site, I have no way of knowing if I’ll run into another one or a dead end… But as the bulky bastard twitches and takes his first real step towards me, my body makes the decision for me and I’m turning tail and dashing with all the force my legs can muster!

My feet slap against the white tiles loudly and I hear as the monster begins the chase. The sound of it hissing and quickly following footfalls spikes an urgency in me that I’ve never known before! I sprint the short distance down the hall and passed four rows of lockers, and just as I come to the end where the corner rounds into the shower, the other freaking crocodile from before come waltzing out and blocks my path! I come to a skidding halt just in front of the hole I decided was bad idea, but being trapped between two voracious predators, it leaves me no other option and I lunge into the dirt like a bunny escaping a fox!

I don’t have time to think, I’m on my hands and knees with my head hunched to avoid the stray pipes as I crawl like a toddler on crack! I can hear the crocodile behind me as my hands slam into the dank soil, but the distance it is from me doesn’t register as I throw myself into the darkness. I race through the tunnel and am soon encumbered by shadows. But the lack of sight doesn’t stop me, I keep moving as the lizard’s hissing echoes off the walls and urges me forward, but with my next hand fall, where I expect to find solid ground, I find nothing at all, and before I know it, I throw myself forward into a gaping hole!

I gasp in surprise and slam into a sandy wall, but it hardly hinders my fall as I continue to plummet straight down into the opening! I scream as I try to grab onto anything to slow my descent, but all I accomplish is yanking soil into my own face. And before I can consider the possibility of me slamming into the floor below and breaking all my bones, I watch as light suddenly comes back into view, and I am plummeted into cold water!

I explode from the surface of the surprisingly clean liquid and look around frantically. I immediately spot dry land and don’t waste a second in swimming to it and wrenching myself from the water and splaying out on my back as I gasp and wheeze through frantic breathes. My broad chest rises and falls faster than a twink could twerk his butt as my eyes dance back and forth in my skull, and after a full two minutes of just laying on the concrete floor, I finally will myself into a sitting position and look around in trepidation.

I’m in… What looks like the sewers? To my left is a fifty-foot canal of gently flowing, slightly mirky water, and one the other side is a very narrow walkway, much like the one I am laying on, made out of cement and cracked in some places, but otherwise looking relatively clean. The notion of which makes me realise that it doesn’t smell as retched as I would have imagined down here, and looking up to the orange lights lining the walls on either side, I try to make better sense of how the sewer system works. Don’t all liquids go to the same place? Shouldn’t I be covered in shit? Raising my arm and giving it a sniff, I don’t find any poo particles or smell any worse off…

There doesn’t seem to be any signs or any indication of a specific sector I’m in, other than the CR-07 painted in white on the wall, and looking above, the ceiling seems to be lined with cobblestone. But I do catch sight of the hole I fell through near the middle above the canal. Damn… I guess I really am lucky to not have hit solid ground. Though… I’m not exactly thrilled to be sitting here, naked on the cold cement and covered in, what I’m telling myself is partially processed and clean water. Finally noticing my naked groin, I look to the water and look for my towel. I guess I lost it to the current?

Getting to my still shaky legs, I look back and forth down the very wide and dimly lit tunnel I find myself in and grunt in slight pain. I hit the water pretty hard, and my right side is kinda red, but I’m otherwise I’m fine. That could quickly change however, as being trapped down here has my anxiety renew.

Shit… Looking to either end of the tunnel reveals nothing but more darkness and the orange lit pathways. No ladder rungs connected to the walls, no turns, no manholes. Nothing. I try really hard to remember where the street is above me, but come up short and resign to stand here dripping water and contemplate my options. And after five minutes, I realise I have absolutely no options other than to pick a direction and start walking. And that’s exactly what I do.

I’ve been troding for a few hours now down this seemingly never-ending tunnel. The good news is I passed a few passages going in other directions, but with none of them having any light I was reluctant to traverse them. Shaking my dick of the last droplets, I continue my walk. I’m all about nudity and pissing out in public like this, but the environment certainly leaves much to desire.

I reach the end of the line sooner than I had expected and come face to face with where all this water pours into the canal through ten massive pipes lining the wall. Thankfully, there are another two lit passageways with to either side of these pipes. Looking to my right, I find a five-foot wide passageway, perfectly identical to the one across the canal. I guess there is no use in crossing the water just to go down a similar passage. Though, seeing something like this does fill me with more hope than before. These looks like service tunnels, which means there should be a way out through one of them!

Walking down the dimly lit passage, the air becomes a lot mustier and I’m staring to smell a distinctive waste stench. As I try to hold my breath, I tread past a rat who has the audacity to just stand there look at me with an indignant expression as if he’s never seen a human before. I can almost hear him asking me with a cocky, gangster voice and big attitude “What chu doin’ on mah turf ,son!?”. Peh. He can be lucky I don’t have time to wipe that smirk from his face.

Thankfully, the tunnel doesn’t continue for too long, and stepping out into the brighter space, I raise my hand to my forehead and blink in surprise as I find I’m in something very uncharacteristic of a sewer system.

Spanning hundreds of feet into the distance and side to side is a cave right out of a pirate movie. The walls are solid, rugged brown rock, and practically screaming for lit torches to be set upon them, while the ground is a mix of uneven dry dirt, patches of wet earth and even some sparse grass clumps growing in-between. A few feet in is a thin stream of water coming from the very end of the cave. And talking about the end of the cave, I can see sunlight!

Far in the distance I can make out the mouth of the cave, it’s broad and bleeding in enough light to illuminate most of this pirate like hideout. There are some hanging plants coving it slightly, but otherwise, I can make out the exit clear as day! There seems to be a river right at the edge of it and I realise now exactly where I am. That has to be Rocile river. It runs along the edges of town and travels deeper into the forest bordering the city. There is a fishing spot pretty close to the gym, so I can’t be all that far from where I civilisation!

I start rushing across the dark soil towards the exit with a spring in my step, but as I dash along the uneven ground and delve inwards, I come to a skidding halt as my heart lurches in my chest at the sight before me.

Strewn across the sand is nothing short of some being worthy of the name “Monster”. Having thought those seventeen-foot croc’s in the locker room were beasts, this gargantuan, dinosaur like relic before me is by far the most terrifying animal I have ever seen in my life.

With a body ranging at least thirteen feet from the tip of its snout to the base of its tail, the crocodile before me is a giant! It honestly looks like a dinosaur with how incredible massive it is. It has dark, muddy olive-green scales covering its hulking form, and as I trace my eyes in apprehensive astonishment from the tip of its broad snout to the very end of its body, I find that its tail is nearly as long as it’s body! The beast laying in the sand is nothing short of a nightmare.

This thing is bigger than a car! Fuck a car, it’s as long as a room! A-and look at how bulky it is! Maybe six feet wide? Maybe more? Thinking back to the documentary I watched last night, I surmise that it has to be a male. Its features are harder and scutes more pointed, and its overall appearance just screams dominance. If this is a female, I would HATE to meet the male counterpart.

Just as my mind races with thoughts of this beast nabbing himself one of the fisherman on the riverbank as a meal, I watch in horror as his marble like eyes open, the dark greenish yellow orbs blinking back the nictitating membrane and immediately set upon me, causing a surge of skin crawling fear to jolt across my skin in a wave of cold shivers that have my balls pull up against my taint. I involuntarily whimper and feel my legs twitch as he stands up.

Shit… SHIT! I-is this where the crocodiles came from? Not that I’ve seen another entrance other than the one I came through, but it must be! My skin prickles as a cold sweat starts to break out across my body and without turning, I try to retrace my frantic steps that led me hear and try to measure the distance between myself, the monstrous crocodile and the way back into the tunnel. My frantic thoughts only become more clouded as I watched the gigantic beast clamber fully to his feet with a hiss so deep that it echoes across the hollow cave and reverberates inside my bones.

The crocodile that is slightly broader than a car turns to face me with obvious surprise in it’s cold expression, no doubt not having expected an intruder in his cave. I watch those thick, powerful, tree like legs steady his massive body revealing a slightly chubby stomach hanging below him. I remember the presenter on that show saying most crocodiles weigh around one-thousand pounds, and this boy, being as large as he is, must be at least double that if I compare him to the average sized crocodile.

His visage is absolutely terrifying. I watch as he opens his broad mouth and releases another resinous hiss, the sharp white fangs in his shapely jaw catching my attention as he regards me in turn. This damn thing could easily take down an elephant! And as much as it inspires fear in me, I can’t pry myself from just remaining frozen in utter disbelief of the magnitude of the oversized crocodile.

I don’t have time to ponder the reason behind its size or mutation however, for in my state of petrified shock, the large beasts makes his move. Dashing in speed unbefitting of his size, the crocodile starts to charge for me with a nasty hiss! A sharp spike of terror jolts through me like electricity and I twist around so fast and start sprinting away from him that I’m surprised I didn’t turn into the Tasmanian devil from those cartoons and tornado my way out of there!

The titanic pounding of his feet echoes off the walls like a raging drum, and despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins like an injection of ephedrine, even as I run straight for the rectangle door only fifty feet from me, my body feels heavy in the wake of something so large chasing me. My mind wipes clean in a surge of panic as instinct takes over and my pace increases into a stumbling sprint! The ground shaking stomps of the gargantuan monster start to rattle my bones and before I know it, I hear his dark hissing right behind me and I am snatched right out of the air! I scream in blind terror as his powerful jaws snatch me from the earth and wrap around my midsection, jagged teeth sink into my tender flesh and my life starts flashing before my eyes as I come face to face with a monster more than capable of snapping me like a twig in its jaws.

With the entirety of my body inside of his mouth, and only my arms, legs and head peeking out either side of his massive muzzle, time seems to freeze as the crocodile raises me into the air. His one gleaming eye is looking right through me, piercing my flesh more than his teeth do. The crocodile’s musk is what immediately hits me. He reminds me of that snake my one friend has, leathery and almost fishy smelling. He smells of the river and of sun-dried sand. But what really hits me is the stink of rotten flesh wafting from his mouth. The fetid odour is acidic beyond belief, eyewatering so and more disgusting than that one time I woke up in my own vomit after a night of heavy drinking and drugs.

The crocodile’s jaw is shaped in waves, there are dips in it where the teeth stick out of the scales like a dinosaur’s. Seeing this on TV and being held firmly clasped between it is a whole different ball game. I watch as blood tricks from my shoulder and bleeds along the bone white teeth. His dark green scales are something else as well, they are coarse like sandpaper, but thick and durable like the toughest leather you could ever find. Its clear evolution favoured them.

But this frozen moment in time does not last, for with one fling of his jaw, the teeth in my flesh yank free while the crocodile simultaneously flips me around! With skill befitting a chef who specialises in pancakes, the overgrown lizard flips me around and catches me in his mouth headfirst! My chest slams into his mouth and presses into his slippery tongue as my face smooshed into his harder pallet. Terror once more ignites in at full force when I feel his teeth sink into my pelvis and lower back, I scream and kick in protest as urgency and survival instinct surge through me, but my fight is immediately cut short by a guttural warning hiss from the gargantuan crocodile. His grotesque breath washes over my face and waves my hair around as he tightens his jaws ever so slightly, almost as if he was threatening to tear me into pieces if I continued my struggle. As if he grabbed me by the balls, I fall utterly limp inside the crocodile’s mouth and immediately lose control of my bladder. I start pissing myself all over his broad chin as a pathetic whimper leaves my quivering lips.

With my arms spread to either side of his clenched jaw and my legs hanging out the end of his face, my heart races faster than it did that when I finished my first marathon. My eyes dance back and forth across the pink insides of his mouth as I fight for control of my body. But fear has replaced all urgency and paralysed me. Right in front of my face I see the opening of his throat hole, it stretches from the size of my fist to as wide as a tyre. The fleshy and clearly powerful muscles expand incredibly wide, and laying here motionless as I watch the intricate folds of muscles undulate and widen as his fetid breath washes over my face, has me both nauseous and absolutely mortified. My arms twitch between the fangs in my flesh as instinct drives me to escape, but with the fear the crocodile installed in me with one simple hiss leaves me hanging absolutely limp in this titan’s jaws, unable to fight back as I stare down his dark gullet.

The crocodile’s broad, coarse tongue traces along my chest, wetting me in his tepid spit while more of the slimy stuff falls on me from above and lands on my head as I watch in suspended terror as the reptile’s throat undulates open and closed just inches from my face. The light bleeding in from either side of his muzzle illuminates his pink insides and the dark tunnel stretching out before me as real panic starts to sink in and I begin to hyperventilate in the very real understanding that he intends to eat me.

I-I can’t die like this! I-I have to get out of here! Frantic thoughts race through my mind but they don’t reach my body. I try to fight, to kick or even just to scream, but something in his murderous hiss has completely petrified me into a state of complete submission. I can’t dare defy such a virile and powerful male like him. I feel like a nerd pressed into a wall by the school bully. Barley able to register everything that happening around me. And as much as my mind screams for life, my body refuses to obey me as tears start to fill my vision.

But before I can shed my first tear, I flinch as the crocodile suddenly flings my body up once more! Instead of throwing me around like a pancake this time, the beast raises his head up as he pulls his fangs from my flesh and forces my entire head into his yawning throat! My chest practically slides along his wet tongue without any effort, and all at once, the light is stolen from me as my face is sucked into the squelching folds of his spit covered flesh! I scream in both surprise and terror as my shoulders are quick to join, they slide into the yawning throat opening without any struggle on his end until only my legs remain kicking on the outside of his snout!

Instinct takes over once more, and no amount of hissing would stop my body from moving on it’s own. I writhe and spasm uncontrollably within the crocodile’s mouth as a yell of pure terror escapes my lips and echoes down his wide throat in a voice I can’t even recognise as my own. I know these are cold blooded creatures, but laying on my stomach inside his mouth has me truly understanding how different they are from us. Where I thought to find at least some amount of body heat, I find none at all. It’s like laying on slimy rubber.

I start freaking out inside the monster’s throat! I bash my shoulders against the thick walls of his oesophagus as my hands try to grab at anything I can inside his mouth, but with the crocodile’s jaws firmly latched onto me just below my ass cheeks, I am utterly trapped inside his maw and no amount of kicking is getting me anywhere. But my body doesn’t understand that, and as I fight against his hold, the monster’s teeth continue to dig deeper into my supple flesh.

As I flop around like a fish inside his mouth, the crocodile continues to toy with his tongue across my exposed belly, and with without warning or any further foreplay, the reptile throws his head back and swallows me like a shot of tequila! I scream into the hollow throat as it opens up wider to accept me and sucks me ever deeper into the warmthless depths of the beast! The crocodile inhales me all the way up to my ankles until only my feet are left kicking on the outside of his snout! My chest, stomach and hips were effortlessly sucked up as if I was nothing but a snack. His throat, while clinging to me with much force, hardly needs to undulate in order to send me on my way. I am all at once encased by all sides in the powerful flesh of the gargantuan crocodile.

Being swallowed alive and sent into the slimy throat of a feral animal has my mind racing with a primordial kind of panic humans have long forgotten. He is treating me like nothing more than food, proving that evolutionary superiority means nothing in the face of a hungry predator like him. I try to wriggle and thrash about in his slimy throat, but with my arms pinned to my sides by the strong muscles and my face pressed into the slick folds of flesh, I am completely powerless to stop the crocodile from ingesting me whole. Some deep part of my subconscious is questioning why I am being devoured alive and kicking and not ripped into pieces like I saw in that documentary, but with the next gulp he makes, those thoughts erode from me.

With one last toss of his head backwards, the dinosaur like beast sucks in my body entirely! He gulps down my wriggling feet through a widely gaping maw and I feel as the last bit of fresh air blowing through the cave leaves my toes as they too are pressed into his yawning throat! Screaming and thrashing as my mind races with pure dread, my movements only prove to aid in my ingestion and tire me out more than actually have any effect on stopping the crocodile from eating me. He almost mockingly makes another gulp as I struggle and sends me careening through the mucus covered rings of flesh even quicker!

I am absolutely drenched in his saliva and my heart is racing so fast I fear I might have a heart attack as I slide deeper into the gullet of the wild animal. And with the next gulp he makes, I start to think that dying like that may have been better, because all at once, my head is smooshed up against his cardiac sphincter and pushed through! I feel like a baby with how he pushes me through the strong muscle and into a spacious chamber, but with the putrid stench that hits me immediately after my head pops free, it clears any other thought as I understand I am being sucked into his stomach!

Thinking that the crocodile’s breath was horrid means nothing in the face of the caustic stench filling his gut. A combination of rotten apple vinegar and metal warping drain cleaner assault my sinuses in plumes of chemical warfare like clouds that leaves me hacking and coughing as I inhale the fetid odours of his stomach. The air is physically heavy and perfectly purveys how unfit for life this environment is. Each breath burns my lungs and itches my throat as if I were inhaling in exhaust fumes. I shake my head back and forth as I choke on the heavily meaty and acidic stench of his gut, gagging and hacking as I become lightheaded in the wretched taste. But my plight means nothing to the beast as he continues to casually swallow me down with another powerful gulp.

I am easily pressed out into the slimy confines of the stomach as my face is smooshed into his oily flesh. In the wake of having my arms mostly free, I quickly yank them all the way from his cardiac sphincter and press into his elastic stomach to shy away from it as I continue to hack and cough in a desperate need for fresh air. The fetid stench is making me unbearably dizzy and with the panic causing me to inhale more of his caustic stomach vapours, I begin to splatter and hack up bile and my own stomach acids within moments. My puke mixes and blends into his juices without distinction as the crocodile makes another powerful gulp, intent on finishing me off with how strong it is. My hips pop into his throat and I am forced to curl inwards as my legs rocket in straight after! I feel the pucker of his cardiac sphincter kiss my feet as it seals behind me and completely traps me in the dark, slimy confines of his gut!

Being spat out into the feral animal’s stomach is one of the strangest things I have ever felt. And while the realisation that I’ve been swallowed whole in a matter of seconds leaves me motionless for a whole minute, my mind awakens with fear soon after and I start kicking and thrashing in mechanical motions against the flexible walls of his sack! His gut jiggles and sways in response with every motion I make, but show absolutely no signs of giving beneath what I once considered strength. All those hours spent training are meaningless against the might of this powerful organ.

Despite having all the intentions of fighting till the bitter end, a strange feeling makes itself known on my back and causes me pause. It feels like I’m laying on… Eggs? No… Feeling around in the darkness, I grab onto one of these strangely smooth objects and run my slimy fingers across the surface. Memories of that damn show hit me right after. I remember them saying crocodiles swallow rocks to help digest their prey because they can’t chew… My whole body falls limp as that one thought is enough to drain all the fight from me while one of the most submissive feelings I have ever felt in my life surges through me in a cold wave. I am nothing but food for this beast and there is no way for me to escape… I am going to die down here…

This single realisation that there is no escape and that I am nothing but meat for this wild animal has me feel so utterly defeated that I don’t even know how to react. I become motionless as I blink in disbelief that this is what my life has amounted to. All the love my parents showered me with as a kid, all the struggles I went through in my teens, all the money my family spent to put me through college… How could it all have amounted to… To this…?

My breath rattles through my clenched throat as slump into the gut and become a little more accustomed to the caustic air surrounding me. The crocodile’s stomach is embracing me on all sides, but isn’t squeeze me as tightly as I thought it would. Even considering his size, the chamber is quite big. I press into the elastic walls and a stinging sensation all across my body makes itself known. Each puncture wound across my skin that his sharp fangs made in me starts to burn and causes me to wince in realisation. The crocodiles stomach acids are singing my open wounds worse than getting lemon juice in a paper cut would feel. It burns worse than that abscess I had when it popped. Worse than any boil or bee sting. It burs with a pain I’ve never experienced. I cringe and do my best to endure the searing sensation as my whole body goes ridged.

The hurt doesn’t go away, but after around a minute of trying to lay perfectly still, it does become bearable. As I come back into focus, I am suddenly aware that the crocodile is on the move, for with each lumbering step he takes, his full and bloated stomach rock back and forth, the stones against my back dig into me as I press into his slimy walls and try to steady myself out. And after a few minutes of sauntering around like a loiterer, the gut I am trapped inside is squished on all sides by the weight of the crocodile as I feel him lay down on the ground. The rocks against my back slide along the slimy walls and spread out on all sides as I huff through a grunt of discomfort.

As I wriggle around and try to get comfortable, a sudden rush of air comes through in from above my head, what I realise must be fresh air mixes with the caustic fumes, yet it doesn’t alleviate my desperate need for oxygen in the slightest. Only as I am laying here in a foetal position with my knees digging into my expansive chest does reality properly start to sink in for me. The absurdity of being swallowed alive by a giant crocodile only now clicking as I lay curled up in his motionless flesh. Tears fill my eyes and I let out a choking whine into the echoing chamber as I feel around in the darkness.

H-how can this be? As much as I want to believe this to be some fucked up dream or hallucination, the slimy walls encasing me feel too real, the fetid stench assaulting me too pungent to be imaginary, and the pain of my wounds much too intense to be fake. I try to hold back my choking sobs as I start questioning what I could have done to deserve this. I know I broke a few hearts over the years, but I always made sure to tell those guys I wasn’t looking for anything serious. Is this some type of punishment for being promiscuous? I’m not a bad person… Do I really deserve being eaten alive like a piece of meat?

Memories of that darn documentary race through my mind once again and I recall that crocodiles have a very particular way of digesting food. Basically, they use the stones they swallow to help them break down what they didn’t rip apart and after the rocks grinding their meal into more manageable pieces, they allow the food to rot in their stomach. This process can take sometimes as long as two weeks sometimes, and considering I’ve been consumed whole, I bet it will be even longer for me… But I doubt I will last that long, for even now I can feel the walls around me becoming slimier, and as impossible as it is, the acidic smell of his meaty stomach is becoming stronger.

I clench my jaw and refuse to give into the pain assaulting my open wounds or admit defeat as I continue to fight back these submissive emotions. I’ve always done my best to tough it though every obstacle in my life, and here, at the end of my life, I cannot accept feeling dominated by anyone. I understand by the gastric acids filling the stomach that the slow digestion process is starting, but I refuse to lay here crying like a little baby. My defiance is met by a rumbling growl of the stomach as it comes to life and starts to move around me.

Peristalsis starts in gentle, undulating waves that begin to shift the slimy rocks around me, they brush across my naked skin and gingerly drift around the increasing strength of the gut as it filles up with more putrid acids. The stomach juices are thick like syrup, but smell like rotten vinegar and battery acid. Somehow, its so sour that it has a faint sweet tinge to it. The goop weighs me down and makes being covered in spit sound appealing.

As the gastric juices continue to rise, the wounds on my body only singe worse than before. And as I feel the acid wash over my exposed pucker and circumcised cock head, they too begin to itch in the early signs of digestion. My skin starts to tingle as the smooth rocks brush over my body and spread the digestives fluids around I shut my eyes and pull in my lips as I huff out the acids that push into my nose. I hug myself into a tighter ball and do my best to endure the sensitivity growing across my frame, but realise that this is only the beginning of the end, and despite my tough guy attitude trying to beep face right now, I know that by the end of this I will be screaming more than a rape victim.

It’s been at least half an hour since the digestive process started and the stomach has fully awoken at this point. And try as I might, I can’t stop myself from crying out in pain when the rocks run across one of the more abused parts of my skin. I can physically feel as they almost tenderly scrape the skin from my body as the once tingling sensation turns into a horrible burning itch. I resist scratching as when I did a moment ago, I felt my skin peel and get stuck under my nails. Despite my eyes still squeezed shut, I can practically feel how red my skin must be. It hurts like when I woke up the next day after spent six hours at the beach without sunscreen in nothing but a speedo. I couldn’t move without hurting that morning, and having angered my fling at the time, he didn’t hesitate to slap my back very chance he got. But I would trade anything to instead feel that pulsating pain over this. There is nothing comparable to this agony.

The fleshy sack undulating and pushing me around has become nosier than before. It groans and growls, and occasionally the crocodile releases hisses that echoes that physically rock his gut. I’m not sure if it’s an annoyance with being so full or a satisfaction for it, but I’ve noticed that every now and then between those hisses, new wafts of air from outside wash over my face. They are hardly fresh, but I start to understand that he is taking breathes, and presumably, purposefully filling his stomach with oxygen so I don’t suffocate. Now… I’m no expect from having watched one documentary on these predators, but this one defiantly seems more sapient than the ones I watched on TV last night. Recalling that spark in his eyes form when he had me caught in his powerful jaws, it’s almost like he was trying to tell me something. And considering he swallowed me directly after, it’s probably for the best that I can’t decipher what that look was supposed to mean.

I seethe through my teeth as the rocks erode my skin and expose the nerves to the powerful stomach acids, immediately regretting my actions as I ingest a mouthful of his gastric juices that cause my throat to burn and tighten even more than before. I cough through a closed mouth and try not to swallow more as a particular stone brushes against my cheek, almost as if taunting me with my fate. I am literally being burn alive inside the crocodile’s stomach and the fact that I can already feel bald patches on my head after being trapped in here for such a short time tells me everything I need to know. I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer before the pain becomes too unbearable. Hopefully by that point, the shock will cause me to faint. Lest I suffer worse…

I start considering just inhaling as much of his stomach acids as possible and drowning myself, but its as if my body betrays me at this thought. Not only have I been too egotistical to even consider in suicide in the past, but something inside of me is still clinging to the last possibility of surviving this, no matter how impossible it is at this point. Even if I were to escape, right this second, through some divine intervention perhaps, I don’t think I would survive long after. I can feel myself bleeding in some areas of my skin and being exposed to the outside world now would no doubt leave me infected through my wounds.

This is my reality now. I am nothing more than a piece of meat for a more deserving specimen on manhood. This thought is one of my only saving grace in all the pain and terror that rushes through me. The fact that I have been eaten by someone so big, and so powerful, does bring me some solace. However small. That if I really have to be killed by a wild animal, some part of me is thankful that it’s by the fangs of such a gigantic abomination of nature as him.

My body tenses as the feeling of my asshole being eaten away by the caustic acids send an unbearable surge of pain through me. I’ve only bottomed a few times with select guys, and always made sure to be in control the whole time, but feeling as my pink pucker is burnt away by the surging juices is more painful than any morning after a hook-up as a bottom. I clench my teeth and can’t stop the involuntary spasms of my body as I convulse in response.

I got the acids in my eyes a moment ago and it was terrible. Even now I can feel the stinging burn left behind. It itches and burns as if someone is rubbing dirty cottonwool across it. It’s so hard to control my body when the crocodile’s stomach roughs me up like this. His gut is very powerful, much more than I realised stomachs are, it keeps forcing me out of my foetus position every now and then and I have to use all my strength to remain curled up and protect whatever remnants of my skin remain uncorroded by the stones and stomach juices. But it’s already far too late for that, for every inch of my body is utterly soaked in the crocodile’s stomach acids.

And my biggest shame of all is that my perfectly shape cock that has made many jaws drop over the years is in the most vulnerable of positions. The slab of meat I am all to proud of to flash for anyone, willing or unwilling, is burning like bratwurst thrown into boiling oil. The heavy piece of flesh between my legs that I loved to slap across twink’s hungry ass cheeks and hotdog through their bubble butts, is currently being eaten away by his stomach with each passing second. I wish I took that moment in the shower to jerk one last time and say a proper goodbye to my gift to humanity…

I suddenly bark out in pain without control of my voice as the process of grinding me down into manageable pieces becomes more powerful! Peristalsis goes into overdrive as the stomach starts forcing my arms from my sides and exposes my belly to its wrath! Viscous and sticky acids squelch and surge around me as the stones press into me just as much as the fleshy walls do! It hurts to have the rocks smash into my face and grind into my flesh, but there is absolutely nothing I can do in the face of such power. The crocodile’s gut bullies me into submission and moulds me into what shape it wants as it continues to break me down in an agonisingly slow process.

I start screaming as the pain reaches a peak. Everything hurts more than I can put into words, and it sends flashing jolts through my brain that I foolishly imagine to be light from outside filling his gut. I thrash and spasm uncontrollably as I feel my exposed nerves burn and sizzle in his stomach acids! I begin convulsing and lose moments of lucidity as I start to go into shock. Pain assaults every part of me and I start to feel numb to everything as I am swished and thrashed around inside the rubbery stomach of the crocodile until I eventually pass out from the thought breaking agony.

I awake in a daze, time becoming just as meaningless as the sense of disconnection that now fills me. In fact, I’m not sure I can sense anything properly anymore. My thoughts are addled, my mind foggy and slow, and my ability to physical feel seems to have been stolen from me. I clench my hand in trying to conceive touch, and despite knowing that I’m moving it, I can’t feel anything at all. It doesn’t even register as I move my arms around languidly in the heavy goop of prison around me. And now that I notice it, sound eludes me as well. I am suspended in a moment of complete confusion where I’m uncertain of where I am or what’s going on, but reality sinks in fast as I recall the sight of the monstrous crocodile before he swallowed me whole.

My tired body falls limp as I understand I am being digested inside his stomach, that my eardrums have long since melted into the chyme swathing around me and that my skin has eroded from my body and left me numb to everything. Even as I move my trembling arm along my chest, I understand that I’m stabbing through my tenderised muscles and piercing my muscle with my fingerbones, some of which have more than likely broken off in the process. My eyelids that I once clenched so fiercely tight in defiance of the acids melting them, have long since burned off into the liquids around me that now freely wash into my lipless mouth and clog my throat as they eat away at my eyes.

I’m aware my breathing is shallow and every second one causes my body to jerk around and I perfectly understand that I am curtly drowning on a mixture of my own blood and the crocodiles acids that now seek to dissolve me from the inside out. But there is some strange sense of serenity in all of this as the powerful stomach breaks me down to the bones… Having my flesh stripped from me, my body pulverised by his mighty gut, and feeling as more and more of who I used to be melts into the chyme to become nothing but nutrients for this gargantuan beast, I find some strange form of acceptance in this…

I will soon pass into the second part of his stomach and continue to be broken down until I’m nothing but a bloody soup before being squeezed out into his intestines for the last stages of my digestion where he will wipe all traces of my existence for the world. Despite realising this is the end, I can know my skeletal face is pulling into a wry smile as I accept my demise.

I have lived a happy life after all… While I might regret that I never the chance to properly connect with someone and be in an actual relationship, I still feel content with my accomplishments as I melt and break down into chunks of flesh. I’ve seen more ass than a donkey farmer and emptied more loads than a dump truck. And if I could do it all over again, I don’t think I’d change a single thing about my life…

I feel my mind shutting down more and more as I sink into the chyme, aware that my one arm has just detached from my body as a legs twists unnaturally behind my back. I do my best to remember that gymnast I fucked in the locker room shower and the exact moment I blew my load in his ass. That was strangely the happiest moment of my life…

Heh, who would have thought that becoming such a beefcake would have me wind up as someone’s meal? I always thought that if anyone would kill me it would be a psychotic ex-lover with a knife…

I feel the last shreds of my sanity start drifting away from my focus as a true darkness overwhelms me and the world around me falls as the churning stomach steals the last breath from my lungs and allows me to drift away into a peacefully nothingness… I will rot here in the belly of this feral beast and become one with him in just a few days… The only thing more fulfilling than the realisation I will empower such a magnificent monster, would be how fulfilled the crocodile must feel having me die inside his roiling gut…

~THE END~