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Dylan was a little surprised with himself, swimming in a river certainly wasn’t anything new to him, but doing so with absolutely nothing on definitely was. Skinny dipping wasn’t exactly an activity he ever envisioned himself taking part in, though at least in this case there was a valid reason for him to do it.

Still, it didn’t stop him from warily scanning the treeline as he fumbled with the small container of shampoo in his wet hands. When he had first come up with the idea for this trip he hadn’t really considered all the little annoyances associated with camping out for more than a couple of days.

He had plenty of food, that much he had been sure about. Cooking things over a fire was half the fun as far as he was concerned. Water was even easier considering all he had to do was head about half a mile up the trail to find a working spigot, another few miles and he would hit a back road. It wasn’t absolutely bustling or anything but in an emergency he wasn’t completely disconnected from help.

He managed to finally get the cap on the little shampoo bottle open with a loud pop, squirting some of it out into his hair before closing it up and tossing it back over to the bank, the poor bottle tumbling to a stop next to his backpack and clothing. He needed this, quite badly as a matter of fact. Who would have guessed that after four whole days of camping he would smell only of smoke and sweat. It had been beginning to get unpleasant, his hair starting to feel slightly gritty.

He worked the shampoo into his hair for awhile, he didn’t have much of it and he definitely needed it to last. This wouldn’t have been a problem if he had only stayed for a week, but Evan had suggested he stay a bit longer. He was the one who told him about this place in the first place. Evan had never struck him as the type to go camping, but the suggestion was quite the strong one. Evan seemed to think he would like it out here and to be fair, he certainly did. The forcefulness of it had just been, odd…

Though he hardly cared about that right now. He braced himself before dunking his entire head under the water's smooth surface, using his hands to work as much of the shampoo out of it as he could with his single breath of air. He popped back up a few seconds later, an oil slick of white bubbles trailing downstream away from him as he shook the water out of his eyes. He wiped away the rest of it before running a hand through his hair, rather shocked at how well that had worked all things considered.

“Huh…”, he mused to himself, his voice barely audible over the sounds of the trees rustling in the wind around him. It was peaceful out here, he had to give Evan that much. Though it was pretty much in the middle of nowhere, which was likely helping matters. He continued running his hands through his hair in an attempt to get as much water out of it as he could. He had gotten most of the shampoo out of it at least, though it was now thoroughly soaked from the process.

Splash…

Dylan froze, the distant sound of something crashing into the water unmistakable. His head snapped around, looking back out into the wide river behind him. Nothing, not even any obvious ripples on the water's surface. The current would have made them hard to make out but he would have expected to see something.

His eyes scanned the water, the worry slowly ebbing out of his system. It literally could have been anything, a rock, a fish, there was no way for him to really know. It was loud, yet fairly distant, whatever it was it wasn’t near him at least. He turned back around, deciding that now was probably a good time to end his little bathing excursion.

Dylan made it two whole steps before something brushed against the back of his foot…

Dylan liked to think of himself as a level headed person, at least as level headed as a person could be when in a relationship with a living room sized serpent, but in that moment the combination of events had escalated to a boilingpoint. He let out a sound somewhere between yelp and a scream, wading his way back over to the bank as fast as he physically could. He had no idea what had just touched him, but he didn’t want to find out.

He made it back over to the bank in record time, at least compared to how slow he had been wading out, though his speed wasn’t entirely helpful. As he scrambled up the silty bank his foot caught on something, sending him tumbling into the ground. He flopped over onto his back, groaning in pain from the impact.

He used his arms to slightly prop himself up, looking down at his foot to make sure he hadn’t twisted his ankle. His gaze didn’t make it to his foot however, his eyes locking onto a ripple in the water ten or so feet out front of him. HIs breath caught in his throat for a moment, unable to tear his gaze away from that spot as the ripple dissipated. For a second, he thought he must have just imagined it, but then something shifted beneath the water’s surface and he stared in wide eyed shock as something absolutely massive slowly emerged right in front of him.

He watched as something light blue and bulbous broke the water's surface in front of him. The shape was confusing at first, thick and somewhat tubular, but slowly as more and more light blue flesh rose out of the water and an unmistakable shape began to form. He was looking at a lip, a lip for a mouth that was getting bigger and bigger with every passing second as it rose out of the water.

He stared on in a sort of dumbfounded awe as the, thing, surfaced in front of him. I was just one massive mouth, the lips alone easily the thickness of his entire head. The upper and lower lips were sealed together tightly as they rose out of the water, they split slightly after clearing the surface, revealing a much lighter looking pale blue flesh beyond them. The mouth raised up a bit and stopped, seemingly staring at him despite the lack of any obvious eyes.

Once his initial shock wore off it didn’t take Dylan much time to figure out what this thing was, a bogleech, and positively massive one at that. Most of its body was still under the water keeping him from getting a good read on its actual size. Though that was hardly necessary given that the thing's mouth was easily two to three times the size of his torso. Clearly it was massive, he didn’t need to see all of it to infer as much.

They can get that big?, he thought nervously…

Truth be told he knew rather little about them, never having even seen one before. They were absolutely something to stay away from, he knew that much. Even if the general consensus was that they were ‘not dangerous’. Just because the things didn’t physically harm their prey didn’t mean he wanted to be the things next lunch.

He was taken back to the present from his thoughts as the bogleech began moving once more. He could only watch in abject horror as the lips split wider than he would have ever thought possible. They stretched at least twice as wide vertically as the mouth did horizontally, the thing would have come up to his shoulders had he been standing next to it, maybe higher.

The lips encircled what could only be described as an absolutely cavernous gullet. The flesh inside the maw was a lighter blue than the rest of the body, pillowy and slick looking. It tapered back into an abyss that was clearly the thing's throat, the constrictive entrance being around the size of his head at its smallest point, though something told him it was able to stretch considerably wider than that if need be. The only moving flesh he could see lay beyond that threshold, the quickly darkening tunnel beyond gently clenching and releasing in a steady rhythm.

It was only once the bogleech started moving forward again, directly towards him, that the rational part of Dylan's brain fired back up, reminding him that he probably should have started running thirty whole seconds ago. Indeed that likely would have been a good idea, though whether the bogleech would have sat idly by and let him was unlikely.

Dylan scrambled backwards, but only made it a foot or two before running into the edge of the embankment, where it went from the dry mud of the river edge to the forest beyond. The exit trail that led back to his campsite was to his right, clear on the other side of the embankment from where he was. He would have to go right by the bogleech to get to it. His only other option was the forest right behind him, though his current lack of shoes made that an equally bad idea.

Even if he did get away though, what would he do then? How fast were these things? Could it chase him? Or would it just amble along behind him and wait to ambush him somewhere else? Despite all his worries he didn’t exactly have a choice, if he just sat here the thing would surely just eat him. He had to try and run, to try and escape.

The bogleech however, had no intentions of letting him try any of those options. Just as Dylan started scooting backwards a bit more, intent on trying to navigate through the trees to the trail, the bogleech struck. In a display of unimaginable strength, the entire bogleeches body tensed before it essentially launched itself out of the water, directly at Dylan. The human's eyes went wide and he screamed, a shrill sound that sent a few birds in the nearby trees flying for cover.

Dylan was initially just afraid that the massive bogleech was going to slam into him, but the bogleech had a far better aim than he was giving it credit for. It landed with both a splash and dull slapping sound a mere foot or so in front of him, sending waves of water splashing to either side of its now visible bulk. It didn’t waste any more time, scooting up the last few feet towards him in an oddly humorous fashion. Dylan remained frozen in place in horror, as with a surprising level of gentleness, the bogleeches massive maw moved down and enveloped his left foot all the way past the ankle in a sickeningly smooth motion.

Dylan didn’t know whether to scream or moan. The bogleaches maw flesh was impossibly soft and slick around his foot, but not at all in the same way that Junipers was. Juniper was slimy for a lack of a better term, the bogleech was silky smooth, its fleshes slickness caused by its texture entirely. His ankle was nestled snugly at the entrance to the thing's throat and he could just barely feel the movement on the other side, the flesh greedily pulling at the ball of his heel.

Once again, the rational side of his mind suddenly switched back on, just in time for the bogleech to give a long drawn out suck. He let out a gasp that was almost high pitched enough to be a squeak as his ankle quickly sank down past the tight ring of the creature's throat, the threshold now settling over the midpoint of his shin. Beyond that threshold, the bogleaches pillowy flesh absolutely smothered his foot, the muscles he had seen before squeezing around it, hard, trying desperately to pull it even deeper inside. His brain then made an impulsive decision for him, one that would seal his fate.

He tried to kick the damn thing…

It made sense, at least in the moment, it only had a foot and a half or so of his leg inside of its throat at this point. He could probably just pull it free, right? He kicked out with his right foot, which simply bounced off the bogleeches upper lip, causing it and the light blue flesh around it to jiggle for a moment from the impact. Annoyed, he pressed his foot against the fat upper lip and shoved backwards, pushing against it with all the leverage he could get.

Shlorp…

Dylan started, dumbfounded at the results of his own ignorance. Rather than his right foot finding purchase on the lip as he thought it would, it had simply slipped right off, sliding right down into the light blue pillowy mawflesh already trapping his other foot! It had slipped right into the constrictive entrance with practically no resistance, defying any expectation considering how tightly it was holding onto his other foot. By the time he had realized what had happened there was practically nothing he could do, his right leg too had sunk down to the shin, now stuck just as much as his left one was. Pulling on either of them was pointless, he had nothing to push off of, there was simply no purchase on the flesh past that constrictive throat entrance.

The bogleech itself didn’t seem stunned in the slightest, having not even reacted to his first rather strong kick. After a second or two though, it seemed to figure out what had happened, beginning to suck on his legs with force, practically slurping another half a foot or so of his legs down into its throat. Its almost blubbery appearance from the outside was a sickening contrast from the sheer strength of the muscles that lie within. Both of his feet were now being squeezed by the silky slick flesh of the bogleeches throat.

While the bogleech hadn’t been affected much Dylan remained dumbfounded for a few more moments, simultaneously surprised and angry at himself at not thinking of this as a possible outcome. In hindsight it was almost obvious, of course the lips would be just as slippery as the rest of the things mouth, why wouldn’t they be? His self loathing was interrupted though as the bogleech gave another long and sickening suck, pulling a few more inches of his legs into its gullet. He snapped back to reality, scrabbling for anything to grab onto around him.

His hands uselessly clawed at the loose dirt beneath him, digging up a few small rocks in the process. The treeline behind him would have been an ideal anchor, but the bogleech had pulled him just slightly too far away from it at this point, he couldn’t reach any of the trees or other undergrowth for a handhold and the shoreline around him wasn’t offering anything of use. He tried to dig his hands into the dirt, or use friction for purchase but it just wasn’t enough. His hands slipped or tore through the dirt without even making an inch of progress in pulling his legs out of the bogleeches gullet.

Sluurp…

The sound was slow and sickening, just like the motion itself, another half a foot or so of his legs slipping into the bogleechs gullet. The constriction was up to his knees now, the maw itself starting to loom over the rest of him, still hanging completely open, the lips themselves having not moved at all during the process. His hands still slipped and slid over the dirt, his arms now starting to tire from the clearly fruitless effort. The bogleech was so much stronger than he would have ever expected, he was beginning to think that even the tree wouldn’t have saved him.

His legs kicked and thrashed inside of the rubbery throat as he tried in vain to push the bogleech away from him. Once again, he found absolutely no purchase on any of the flesh past the constrictive entrance into the bogleeches gullet. It felt like the throat below his feet was bottomless, which he supposed it likely was given the sheer size of the bogleech in front of him. Every kick only resulted in his feet slipping further down into the endless expanse of silky slick flesh.

The way it felt, oh god… the way it felt…

Dylan was likely far more intimately familiar with the feeling of being eaten than most, it was one of the ‘risks’ of dating a serpent nearly the size of your living room. But this didn’t feel like Juniper, not at all. Juniper's throat was tight and constructive, squeezing him snugly the entire way down. It provided an even and constrictive pressure around his entire body, one that Juniper herself could control. The bogleech was nothing like that…

The things throat flesh compressed around his legs, but not really in any sort of constrictive manner. The pressure seemed more interested in making sure that every bit of his skin was pressed against the silky light blue flesh. It wasn’t tight or constrictive, he could kick and move around quite easily compared to Juniper, but no matter what he did he could not escape that pillowy slick flesh pressing all around him. The flesh did still resist his movement however, but not nearly as strongly as he would have expected. The only time the flesh did squeeze him was when the bogleech tried to swallow, revealing just how strong the layer of muscle beyond the silky layer actually was.

Dylan could feel the heat building in his crotch already, somewhat surprised he had managed to hold it off until now. He momentarily cursed himself for his oddly perverse interests. He blamed Juniper for this, despite the fact that she had nothing to really do with it, even if she was the one who introduced him to the concept.

Though the thing was, he actually trusted Juniper to let him back out, well eventually that is. He knew that the bogleech wasn’t going to digest him or anything, but he had zero clue what to expect otherwise. He wasn’t exactly enthralled with the idea of being the thing's lunch for who knows how long, regardless of how nice it felt.

Another loud slurp forced his attention back to the quickly encroaching maw in front of him, his knees slipping past the construction with just as much ease as the rest of his legs had. The thick lips were almost close enough for his hands to reach them, though he was rather warry to even try, considering what had happened to his foot mere minutes ago. But he didn’t really have much of a choice, reaching out and lining his hands up with the sides of the gaping mouth, waiting for the next slurp to pull him close enough.

He didn’t have to wait long, the bogleech continuing its slow but steady rhythm with another sickening slurp around his trapped legs. He was trying desperately to not focus on the feeling, his cock already standing half hard between his legs. He needed his full concentration if wanted to have any chance of getting out of this mess, regardless of how unlikely that possibility was beginning to seem.

Sure enough, his hands finally bumped into the thick lips at the corners of the mouth, giving him his first unrestricted contact with the bogleech. In an instant he understood why his attempt with his foot had utterly failed. The only real way he could describe the bogleech was ‘blubbery’. The lips had a seemingly infinite amount of give to them, at least until the bogleech wanted otherwise. It was a stark contrast to the sheer amount of force he knew the insides were able to exert at a moment's notice around his legs.

The flesh itself was slippery, moreso within the actual mouth itself, affording little to no actual purchase if he tried to push on it. His hands would either slip off of the lips into the air, or down into the even slicker maw flesh, getting worryingly close to the constrictive point of no return on a few occasions. His only real luck had been when he tried to place the lip in the ‘V’ between his thumb and the rest of his hand, but the ridiculous thickness of it made it both hard and uncomfortable, ending in his hands once again slipping right off the rubbery flesh.

Throughout all of this the bogleech had remained mostly passive, seemingly content with slowly slurping its new meal down into its churning guts. And indeed the bogleech, limited as it was, knew there was little reason to waste energy on rushing this particular prey. It had made no significant progress on escaping, despite clearly trying its hardest. It was content to slurp steadily and slowly, unless its prey could somehow prove to be an actual challenge in the limited time it had left.

Despite all of his struggles, the bogleech continued its steady sickening slurping motions, quickly consuming most of his thighs with worrying speed. The constriction stretched around the increasing girth of his form with ease, proving that this creature was more than able to consume things considerably larger than he was. It was equal parts impressive and terrifying, helping show just how outclassed he was by this thing. His hands still struggled for purchase against the massive lips, trying vainly to stop the bogleeches slow but steady progress.

Another slurp settled his hips against the constriction, quickly revealing a new problem he hadn’t at all considered. The silky maw flesh was now brushing against his balls, causing his gaze to shift downward and his hands to still for a moment. He had been so occupied with his vain struggles that he had forgotten just how aroused he was becoming. He was full mast at this point, his cock standing proud and tall over his belly. A bead of precum had even formed on the tip, all despite the direness of the situation. He cursed himself again, embarrassed by his admittedly involuntary reaction. Juniper would have been teasing him by this point and he could almost hear her saying, “Really? Aroused over this?”.

Of course the bogleech was completely indifferent if not outright oblivious to Dylans plight. It had felt his hips settle against its throat, realizing that it would need to put in a bit more effort to get them inside compared to everything else thus far. Its throat tensed much harder than the human had felt as of yet, the constriction expanding considerably as in one smooth motion, a full foot of him sunk into the bogleech.

Dylan moaned despite himself, his hands slipping on the sides of the bogleeches mouth once more. He looked down and his breath caught in his throat at the sight. The constriction had passed his hips, having settled right below his belly button. The tip of his cock was just barely poking out from the pillowy flesh, almost completely engulfed by it. He shifted his hips slightly, gasping at the sensation as the disturbingly silky flesh gilded over his most sensitive area.

The feeling, oh fuck…

It was really only at that moment that Dylan fully understood how screwed he was. Sure, he already knew just how outclassed he was physically, the bogleech had him more than beat there at this point. But the feeling of that silky smooth flesh against his cock was incredible. Junipers maw felt good against him, but that was mostly due to its slimy nature, it wasn’t soft, at least not like this flesh was. The bogleech gave another firm suck, forcing another moan out of him as his cock fully slid down past the constriction. His belly button had now disappeared, more than half of his body lodged into the bogleeches churning gullet. His hands immediately found their way to the sides of the mouth again. He had to get out of here, now.

Dylan was starting to notice something, his toes were tingling ever so slightly, almost like they were falling asleep, but that wasn’t nearly as concerning as the feeling of the blubbery flesh pressing against his cock. It took every bit of self control he had left to not thrust his hips against that wonderful feeling. As much as he wanted to, doing so would absolutely make him sink into the bogleech faster than he already was. His hands once again struggled for purchase on the bogleeches thick lips, slipping off of them repeatedly as he tried in vain to pull himself back out and free his member from the slick flesh around it.

The bogleech felt something interesting about this prey, something it had never really felt before. The prey had picked up in its struggles again, though that wasn’t what had caught its interest, the energy it was radiating had. Normally the most energy in prey came from the bulk of the body followed closely by the head, but this prey had a hotspot in a very peculiar place, right between its two bipedal legs. Its consistency was different as well, much sharper than normal and not at all linked to the heartbeat. The bogleech, simple as it was, reacted in an equally simple way. It pressed the flesh of its throat against the energy hotspot, seeking more contact with the area that seemed to contain so much of it.

Dylan let out another uncharacteristic squeak, his hands almost instantly losing purchase on the thick rubber lips for what felt like the hundredth time at this point. His hips jerked involuntarily as the flesh around his crotch seemed to spring to life. The muscles tensed, pressing the rubbery flesh tightly around his throbbing member. He twisted his hips reflexively trying to get his sensitive cock away from the delightful pressure trying to envelope it..

And indeed that was exactly what it seemed to be trying to do. He jerked his hips back and forth, twisting them desperately in an attempt to escape the sensation. But the pressure just followed his cock around, the silky flesh never leaving it alone. His hips jerked uselessly, the movements only serving to grind his cock on the supple flesh of the bogleeches gullet. In a matter of moments he had sunk almost another foot into the bogleeches maw, his hands now scrabling against the sides of its mouth in a completely useless and unorganized manner.

Dylan had not at all expected the bogleech to take an interest in that part of him. Juniper always did, but her reasons were far more intimate in nature. There was no way the bogleech had similar intentions, at least he hoped as much. Though none of that knowledge was going to help him get away from the increasingly insistent flesh. Whatever the bogleeches reasoning was didn’t really matter, it wasn’t like he could just ask the thing to stop.

The bogleech had only grown more confused and interested by this prey with every passing second. The instant it had applied pressure to the energy hotspot the prey had reacted almost violently, immediately losing concentration on its escape efforts. At first it had assumed this to be some sort of weak point, pressing even harder in an attempt to exploit it. But it became quickly apparent that the more it stimulated this area, the more energy seemed to pour out from it.

Dylan's entire body shuddered as he continued desperately clawing at the thick rubbery lips to either side of him. He still couldn't maintain any sort of purchase on them, but even in the brief moments that he did, no amount of force shifted his body in the slightest. It was like trying to move a solid brick wall, the bogleech simply had no interest in giving him up at this point. The suction that its body was able to produce held no rival, at least that he knew of. A small part of his rational side already knew that this fight had been lost the moment it had started, there would be no escape for him.

Another slow slurp sunk him down to the mid level of his chest, enough of his body stuck in the guts of the bogleech for him to feel the wave of tensing muscles responsible for it. The pressure against his cock followed it as he sunk deeper, the silky flesh still trying to smother his sensitive member. His hips continued jerking erratically, only really managing to provide temporary respite from the extra attention before the flesh found his cock once again. Every jerk and twist ground his cock against the pillowy flesh, practically zero friction involved.

Dylan was just about broken at this point, finally beginning to realize just how dire his current position was. Nothing he had done had worked to his advantage in the slightest, the bogleech was outplaying him by doing literally nothing. For a moment his concentration slipped and he gave into his baser desire to properly hump against silky flesh. The single thrust lit his member alight with pleasure, making him moan out for the first time since the bogleech had initially found him.

Why did it have to feel so good?

The bogleech \was quickly beginning to like this particular prey. Its behavior was so different from what it was used to, almost like it was enjoying being slumped down in some way. Its outwardly diminutive size was not at all indicative of how much energy it seemed to be containing. Slowly the bogleech began raising itself up, its maw angling upwards towards the sky. As unconcerned as it was over the prey's struggles, its hunger was winning out and its patience growing thin. It was time for this prey to find its place deep inside of its gullet.

Dylan looked on in horror as the bogleech suddenly began moving, its once totally still head began to raise upwards. There was nothing he could do to stop it, what was left of his upper body lifted off the dirt effortlessly by the bogleech. For a moment he was hopeful that it would lose its grip on him in the process but that hope was dashed as quickly as it formed as even with the help of his hands, the bogleech held fast the entire time.

A much more concerning problem started once the bogleech had reached about a 30 degree angle, he felt himself slip slightly, another inch or so of his form claimed by the guts of the bogleech. It was in that moment that he realized that while there was practically infinite resistance to his body sliding out of the bogleech, there was almost none for it sliding deeper in. His own weight would drag him down into the waiting throat below if he didn’t do something to stop it.

Dylan only had a split second to brace his hands against the fat lips to either side of him, feeling himself slip another inch deeper before he did so. The bogleeches gaping maw continued raising up, forcing him to support his own weight on the extremely questionable handholds he had on the rubbery lips. By the time the thing was pointing 90 degrees straight up, his arms were shaking slightly from the effort.

Dylan was only now beginning to notice an odd feeling in his extremities. The odd tingle he had felt before in his foot had spread to most of his body at this point, making any movements a little more sluggish than he would have expected. His arms should have been more than able to support his weight in a position like this, yet they were already tiring at a rapid pace. It was almost like something was sapping his energy from him and had been doing so for quite some time.

The bogleech felt the prey holding itself back, its body already beginning to quiver from exhaustion. Normally it would have been content to let the prey wear itself out on its own but its patience was already worn thin, and it knew this particular prey had a weak point, and an easily exploited one at that. Muscles tensed in its gullet, the soft and supple flesh squeezing tightly around the human's sensitive member.

Dylan let out a yelp which quickly turned into a moan as the slick flesh that was already pressing around his cock squeezed even tighter. His concentration lapsed for just a moment, his right hand finally falling victim to the slick rubber lip and sliding right off of it. He could do nothing but yelp as in a sickeningly smooth motion he sunk down the rest of the way to his shoulders into the bogleeches guts.

He immediately reached out for the sides of the mouth, feeling the constriction struggle to get past his shoulders from only his weight alone. As his hands struggled to grip the lips from this new awkward angle the flesh around his cock briefly tensed again, almost like some sort of threat. He groaned but still pushed on, trying to grip the lips again and failing miserably, his hands slipping off of the rubbery flesh over and over again.

The bogleech finally relented and gave another slurping swallow around the prey, sucking them down to their neck in another fluid motion. Gravity had done most of the hard work for it at this point, but it seemed that it would have to do the final bit itself.

“No no no!” Dylan yelled, panicking as the bogleech rather easily pulled him down past the shoulders. His fingers could no longer reach the rubbery lips, only able to uselessly claw at the pillowy flesh of the mouth itself. The flesh merely slipped right between his fingers, providing no friction for his efforts at all. Another particularly strong contraction forced his head to sink even lower, the silky blue flesh now brushing against his chin. His hands flailed helplessly as they slipped and slid against the slick rubbery surface of the bogleeches maw. There was nothing he could do, there was no escape, not anymore. It was a game and the bogleech had won from the very start of it.

He reached out one last time with both hands, grasping desperately at the sides of the gaping maw before him as he felt himself sink into the hot silky darkness below. He could only watch in horror as the plump lips began to close in front of him, preparing to seal shut just out of reach of his hands. He tried desperately to pull himself back up, to dig his fingers into anything to stop it, to force the thing to let him go. But it was useless, like trying to stop a freight train with your bare hands. For a moment his right hand caught on the thick lower lip, but it slipped free almost immediately, the thick lip jiggling as if it were made of gelatin. The lips finally closed, slowly plunging him into complete darkness.

With one last slow, powerful suck Dylan’s head slipped completely past the constriction inside the boggleeches maw. He tried to scream, but only managed a muffled gurgle that was completely drowned out by the silken folds surrounding him. His last vision was of soft blue pillowy flesh closing around him, smothering every part of his body beneath its slick and warm embrace. The pressure increased slightly as the strong muscles beyond the entrance squeezed down on him, trying to force him all the way down, deep into the churning guts of the bogleech.

It was only then that Dylan finally accepted defeat, relaxing somewhat against the agonizingly pleasant feeling of the bogleeches gut flesh pressing in around him. He wasn’t getting out of these silky smooth guts until the bogleech was okay with it, and that wasn’t likely to be any time soon. He could still feel himself sinking deeper, being gently yet incessantly pulled down into the depths of the bogleeches insides.

The bogleech finally felt it, the prey finally giving in and relaxing somewhat. It hadn’t stilled completely yet, but it was no longer trying to escape. Contented, it finally lowered its head back down, the prey now much too deep into its gullet to make an escape. As much as it wanted to simply lie down and enjoy its new meal this was far from a safe place to do so. And so slowly but steadily, it inched its way back into the river, the movement felt by the prey but not understood. The bogleech had a place it could go, one where nothing would bother it or the new resident of its silky guts for a very, very, long time.

Indeed Dylan did feel the bogleech moving, even through the absurdly thick layer of blubbery flesh around him. He could guess almost immediately where the thing was headed, right back into the river. A pang of worry flared within him as he felt the things's massive body inching along the ground. If the bogleech traveled too far away, how would anyone ever find him? And then, even if it did willingly release him, he would be totally lost, unable to find his way back to his camp.

Despite knowing how futile it was Dylan finally decided to see just how restrictive the guts around him actually were. He tried to stretch out his limbs, immediately shocked at just how sluggish they were beginning to feel. He had been right, the bogleech was somehow sapping his energy. He was both relieved and worried by the revelation, confident now that he would likely be unharmed but concerned about what exactly this was going to end up feeling like. It wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but whether that would change as time progressed was still in question.

He spread apart his legs, able to stretch out his extremities to a degree he wouldn’t have ever expected. The guts of the bogleech were downright roomy, especially when compared to Juniper. Once again, the flesh smothered him no matter where he moved, but it never constricted him. The guts only seemed interested in keeping him as close to center mass as possible, but they didn’t stop him from moving, they only dragged him back into place once he relaxed. The motions were strong, but not at all forceful. He could squirm around as much as he wanted, but he would never be able to make any true progress in a specific direction.

At some point during this experimentation, Dylan finally shifted his hips again, letting out a muted gasp into the pillowy flesh around his face. His cock lit on fire with pleasure in perhaps the weirdest way he had ever felt. He had never felt pleasure that tingled before, but that was really the only way to describe how it felt. The feeling only made him want to jerk his hips more, which in turn only served to stimulate him further. The silky gut flesh hadn’t necessarily stopped smothering his cock either, he had just become too preoccupied to notice it. Now, there was almost nothing else for him to even focus on other than the delightfully slippery flesh constricting his member.

The bogleech had been right, this particular prey was quite lively, though not at all in the usual way. At this point prey would normally be thrashing or squirming about deep in its gullet, trying vainly to find a way out. They would tire with time of course, some quicker than others, but their struggles were all focused on one thing, escape. The struggles rarely ever concerned the bogleech though, its guts were more than strong enough to quell any out of control prey if need be, pinning them in place until they relented. Though it generally preferred not to do so, rather enjoying the feel of its prey squirming about inside of it.

And squirm around Dylan did, the combination of sensations finally overwhelming him. He couldn’t focus on anything other than the supple flesh smothering his cock. He gave into his baser instincts and began humping against it in earnest, letting out another long muted moan into the bogleeches indifferent insides. He ground his cock against the rubbery flesh with every bit of energy he had left, his hips quickly beginning to burn from the exertion.

But Dylan didn’t care in the slightest, the feeling of his cock sliding against the smothering light blue flesh was all consuming. Whatever the bogleech was doing to sap his energy, it was only adding to the sensation as pleasure blossomed out from his cock with each thrust. It felt simply amazing, and after only a handful of thrusts, he could already tell that he didn’t have much time left. Only two thrusts later, he was letting out a shuddering moan as his cock unloaded spurt after spurt of cum against the bogleeches already slippery internal flesh.

The bogleech paused its steady swimming, perking up as the prey did something peculiar deep within its gullet. Its motions up until this point had been predictable, if a little peculiar. It had been squirming with quite a bit of force, but not in any sort of way that could have helped it escape. The bogleech had no idea what the prey was doing, but the explosion of energy from that same weird spot between its legs was more than enough to capture its full attention. When the prey finally stopped, a sudden surge of energy flowing from it as it vocalized oddly, the bogleech stopped completely.

Whatever the prey was doing, it was producing a sizable amount of energy in the process. It seemed to be rubbing that spot between its legs against the rubbery flesh deep within its gullet. The bogleech didn’t know why, but ultimately it didn’t really care. The motions were not harming the bogleech in the slightest, and the prey seemed to be enjoying them itself, why else would it have wasted its last fleeting bit of energy on them? The energy produced by that spot was unlike anything the bogleech had ever felt before, and it had every intention of exploiting it to the fullest extent it could.

The prey was now far too weak to continue its own movements, its hips only able to jerk slightly back and forth, stopped by the resistance of the supple flesh surrounding them. The bogleech couldn’t exactly give back the energy it had taken from the prey, in fact, its weakness would only worsen with time. But that didn’t really matter, the bogleech was more than strong enough to do the work for its prey.

Dylan, still shuddering slightly as he finally fully relaxed into the rubbery flesh smothering him let out a muffled gargle as the flesh that was previously only squeezing his cock came to life around it suddenly. The muffled gargle quickly turned into choked yelp as the flesh began an assault on his post-orgasm sensitive cock. The flesh around it compressed inwards before releasing, causing the silken flesh to slide around his cock over and over again. His hips were drug back and forth by the sheer force of it as the flesh practically kneaded his cock into submission, once again belying the true strength of the bogleeches gullet.

Dylan tried to struggle, fighting back against the bogleech for the first time since it had swallowed him, but quickly found that he simply couldn’t do so anymore. His rather explosive orgasm had taken with it the rest of his energy. His arms now refused to even listen to him, unable to budge the rubbery flesh surrounding them in the slightest. His legs were a similar story, unable to move as well. He could still wiggle his hips and body slightly, but compared to the motions the bogleech was now forcing onto him, there was zero point in even trying. He could only yelp and moan and scream, muffled as it was, as the bogleech forcefully stimulated his cock.

The sensations were tortuously pleasant but equally as bizarre. He had expected to grow tired, and he was, but at least for the moment, only physically. Every part of his body felt like it had gone to sleep, nothing was listening to him anymore. He couldn’t move at all, but he could absolutely feel.

Oh god he could still feel…

Dylan screamed out in frustration, his entire body shuddering as he tried desperately to ignore the sheer sensation flooding over him. It wasn’t at all painful, and yet he wanted nothing more than to escape it. His hips rolled back and forth, slick gullet flesh running over his cock again and again. Juniper had gotten him to this point once before, riding him with her slimy cloaca until he begged her to just eat him and stop the pleasure. It had been the same feeling of overwhelming pleasure, so intense that he desperately wanted to escape it. Not painful, not uncomfortable, just so intensely present that it became overwhelming.

But Juniper knew how to read him, how long she needed to go to get him to crack and do what she really wanted. He liked it, and she knew that. But the bogleech wasn’t nearly as complex, whatever it wanted, it only saw this as a means to an end. It likely wasn’t even aware of what it was doing to him, or how it felt, and even if it did know, would it have cared?

Deep down he had some odd feeling that the bogleech was very much not interested in hurting him, even if for no other reason than because doing so would prevent it from getting any more energy out of him. But he also knew that it would stop at nothing to get every bit of energy he could provide it. And if the method didn’t hurt him…

There was no reason for it to stop…

Dylan came once more, nearly just as hard as the first time. The suddenness of it caught him off guard, forcing out another set of choked moans and screams from him. They were growing quieter now, and he already knew that he would be silent eventually, lacking even the energy required to make sounds. He could do nothing as the silky gullet flesh continued its assault, never slowing in the slightest despite his obvious explosive orgasm. The only clue he had that the bogleech had indeed noticed it was the gentle tenseing of its entire gullet around him, in time with the pulses of his orgasm.

Throughout all of this the bogleech was relatively indifferent to the prey's plight. It used the prey’s increased reactions as a way to judge the effectiveness of its motions, tweaking them slightly as needed. Overall it was extremely successful, milking out a constant stream of energy from the prey, far more than it would have ever gotten draining them passively. The strategy was an interesting one, just like this prey was. It would have to share its findings with the others. For now, it began slowly swimming again, still having quite the distance to go before it reached home.

It only took three more orgasms for Dylan to become completely passive, only managing to make the slightest of groaning sounds that were just as smothered as he was by the blubbery flesh surrounding him. His body effectively became a ragdoll for the bogleeches gullet to play with, every single muscle he had relaxing completely. The sensation likely would have been pleasant and peaceful, if it wasn’t for the near endless assault on his crotch.

The bogleech hadn’t slowed down or changed its intensity in the slightest, though its methods had evolved into a sickeningly effective motion. The guts forced his hips to roll, thrusting his cock forward into the silky flesh before his hips rolled backwards. The motion was fluid and shockingly strong, thrusting his hips in a long consistent stroke that would have tired him quickly, even outside of the energy sapping confines of the bogleeches gullet. The flesh continued to rhythmically squeeze his cock throughout all of this, the sensation following it regardless of where the forced humping caused it to end up.

The flesh around the rest of his body remained oddly passive, almost all of the bogleeches attention focused right between his legs. He could feel himself being dragged along, side to side as the creature continued its leisurely swim off to who knows where. But even that movement was barely noticeable enough to register compared to the assault on his crotch.

From the outside only the slightest of movements were visible, the bogleeches bulk absorbing practically everything else. If one paid extremely close attention, they might have seen the bogleeches skin jiggle slightly from the repeated thrusting motions going on within. Oftentimes, bulkier prey would be able to make themselves known to the outside world, but this one wasn’t able to do so, utterly smothered by the blubbery body encasing them. If someone were to happen across the bogleech right now, they would have no idea there was a human trapped inside of it. Being drained of energy in perhaps the most perverse way imaginable.

Of course, even if they had known, there wasn’t exactly much they could do to help. It was far too late for them to do much of anything, unless they wanted to risk being eaten themselves. Nobody in their right mind would have even tried, the risk was simply too great. A bogleech this big wasn’t going to be beaten easily. The Bogleeches lunch was just going to have to wait for it to let them go on its own.

And that could take a very, very, long time…

Despite the tired state of his body, Dylan's mind was still working just fine, if growing a big foggy. He could feel every forced thrust, every millimeter of silken flesh running over his cock. There was nothing else for his mind to do, no other sensation or action for him to lock onto. He couldn’t ignore it, he couldn’t fight it, he couldn’t even make a sound anymore. It was tortuous, yet entirely pleasurable, there was no pain and yet he wanted to scream. And so he did just that, but no sound came out, the bogleech never stopped, and his orgasms just kept coming.

~~~

Fuck fuck fuck!

No NO! Ahhhhh!

P-plesae, no more!

S-sstop…

f - fuck……….

…………………………….

~~~

Right around the time the bogleech neared the cave it finally felt the prey's body give out completely. The energy output of the prey had already been steadily waning, and it knew that it wouldn’t last forever. The bogleech finally stopped forcefully moving the prey's hips, its insides calming down completely for the first time in a while. The prey itself didn’t react at all, likely now unconscious and unaware. That was to be expected, given the amount of energy it had extracted from them. The prey would be fine however, they always were. A little time outside of a gullet and they would revive, ready to be slurped down again.

As the massive bogleech slithered into the cave's entrance it noted the presence of both its partners, curled up together in the center of the cave. One of them stirred, looking over at the cave entrance and the massive blue bogleech entering it. All of the bogleeches lacked eyes of course, but they could still see heat and strong energy sources. Its friend could absolutely see the prey buried in its gullet, even drained as they were. For once the bogleech had something to share with its friends, something far more intriguing than anything else they had ever found in this forest.

~~~

Dylan's consciousness reassembled itself slowly, almost like a car trying to start without enough gas. It took a few tries before it got going properly, his head spinning, but not hurting at all. Quickly he remembered what had just happened to him, the bogleech, its churning guts, the mind shattering assault on his sensitive cock. The memories were all still there, though he couldn’t quite place when he had exactly blacked out during it.

He wasn’t inside the bogleech anymore, instead laying on something soft and warm. He wanted to capitalize on this, to run away as fast as possible. But his body was still in the process of restarting, just like his brain had done. His extremities weren’t yet listening to him. Oddly enough they didn’t feel weakened anymore, he must have been out for quite some time to have recovered this much.

He tried to move his arm first, finding that while it did respond, it wasn’t quite coordinated enough for him to do anything with it yet. He laid there for another few minutes, slowly letting his body wake back up. He finally managed to force his eyes to open, before they immediately widened at the sight before him.

Three massive bogleeches loomed in the distance…

His breath caught in his throat, three of the damn things? One had caught him with no effort at all! And sure enough, his original captor was dead in front of him, the massive light blue bogleech now flanked on either side by two equally massive friends. The one to his left was a deep shade of purple, while the one to his right was an equally deep shade of red. They were all curled together somewhat, forming a thick wall between him and the cave's only obvious exit.

All three of them immediately turned their thick lipped maws towards him, noting his newfound wakefulness. They seemed to stare right at him despite their lack of eyes, clearly able to see him somehow. It was extremely unnerving, and they remained locked in a silent staring contest for a few moments. Then one of them moved.

And he could only watch in horror as they all slowly began slithering towards him…

Dylan immediately tried to scramble to his feet, but nothing worked quite right. His energy was flooding back at this point, but it was like all of his body parts had been on vacation for a few months, nothing was synchronized or working in time with anything else. The best he could manage was to scoot backwards a few feet, quickly bumping up against the rock wall of the cave.

The three bogleeches slowly approached, beginning to surround him on all sides, pressing against his now trembling body with their own smooth pliant flesh. The touch was firm and yet gentle. Not pinning him down yet utterly dwarfing him. All three of them seemed to look directly at him with their slightly agape maws now only feet away from him, lighter shades of their body flesh were now easily visible past their plump lips, teasing him with the prospect of what he knew lay beyond them. They then stilled, silently staring at him as he trembled with fear.

It was as if they were saying:

We won’t hurt you…

but you aren’t escaping this…

~~~

A sudden sharp scream pierced the nearby forest, quickly smothered out by something unknown and unseen. A few birds scattered, but nothing else paid it any mind.

The human… the prey… was in for a long night…

~~~

“What do you mean he’s not here?”, the voice said, angry and deeply feminine, “If you lost my Human I am going to be rather upset.”

And indeed, there was not a trace of Dylan to be found in the campsite. The fire was long dead, not even a slight ember left. The tent was still zipped shut when they arrived containing only an empty sleeping bag and the rest of Dylan’s supplies. It was as if he vanished…

But the thing was, Evan did know what had happened to him and he had a feeling that Juniper wasn’t going to appreciate it. Last time he had stayed here, Evan had encountered possibly the largest bogleech he had ever seen, only barely managing to evade the thing long enough to get off the property.

To be honest, Evan really wanted to let the thing eat him but at the time no one knew he was out here. Who knows how long he would have been gone, stuck within the things delightfully churning guts. He had never forgotten seeing the thing though, and a part of him still really wanted to go out here and find it again. All of that was over a year ago at this point and he didn’t even know if the thing was still here, or if it had just been passing though and had encountered him purely by chance.

He knew no better person to be his unwitting test subject than Dylan. His friend would likely appreciate the encounter anyways, though he didn’t actually know how much Dylan knew about the creatures. It didn’t matter though, if the bogleech was still in the area it would find him eventually. And now it seemed he had his answer.

The thing was still here, and it had probably taken Dylan…

Now Evan hadn’t really thought this far ahead. He knew the bogleech was likely still here, which was good, but Dylan was gone as well and he had no clue where he was. Bogleeches normally got bored of their prey and let them go after a day at most, so unless Dylan had been abducted this morning he should have been free by now.

If he was still stuck in the things gullet, Evan had no clue what they could even do for him. Locating him would be next to impossible to start with and even if they did find him, the bogleech wasn’t about to give him up freely.

And there was more than enough room in the thing for two if they failed…

“Hello?”, The massive serpent chided, shaking Evan from his thoughts, “Evan, is there some information you would like to share with the rest of the class?”

The snake gave him a rather pointed look, clearly having figured out that he knew something by this point. Evan flinched, having not at all considered Juniper's potential wrath when coming up with this idea. As much as he wanted to deflect, he knew from experience that it would only make things worse in the end…

“I am pretty sure I know what happened to him…”, he said quietly, earning a raised eyebrow from Juniper but nothing more, “L-last time I was o-out here I encountered a rather large bogleech…”

He flinched as he completed the last sentence, watching as Juniper's eyes narrowed dangerously at him.

“So… let me get this straight.” she said, slowly slithering over to the now wilting Kobold, “You encouraged my human to go and camp out for over a week in a place that you KNEW had a bogleech somewhere nearby?”

Evan squealed as Juniper's coils began encroaching on him dangerously. “I-I didn’t know if it was still here!” he said.

“And you used him to test that?” she asked, glaring down at him.

“He wouldn’t mind!” Even snapped, with surprising force given it was Juniper he was talking to.

The massive snake opened her maw for a second to rebut the Kobold once more, before closing it a second or so later. “Dammit, I hate it when you are right” she said, glaring at him, “He likely would have still agreed to go even if you told him about it.”

Evan blinked, surprised to see Juniper relent so easily. She turned away from him, spotting the trail that led to the river at the edge of the camp. She slithered towards it, turning her head back to look at him.

“Well? Come on!”, she said, exasperated, “We need to go find him…”

Evan quickly scampered along, falling in beside the massive serpent just in time for her to growl another sentence at him.

Just know that when we do find Dylan, you will be going into that blubbery thing in his place.

Butterflies quickly filled the Kobolds' stomach.

Perhaps this would work out for him after all…