Brad finally gets Scott pinned to the floor.
"Alright Brad you win let me go".
'NO".
Brad transfers his hands to Scott's legs and his feet to Scott's arms.
"Dude what are you doing"?
Brad didn't answer as he pulled down his pants to release a massive 12 inch long cock.
"WOW"!!!
suddenly it was as if Brad's cock had a mind of it's own,it slithered over to Scott's feet and began to envelop them.
'WHAT THE FUCK BRAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He again didn't answer as he was full of sheer enjoyment.
Brad's cock slowly slide up Scott's legs and chest,the wriggles and screams of Scott as he struggled only had Brad hornier and speeding up the process.
Scott as in both shock and aw at the sight before him.
"it has always been my dream to do this Brad thanks".
Scott’s dream-come true suddenly turned into his worst nightmare as the ravenous shaft jolted again. Another spasm had soon sucked him up to his chest. He pushed down frantically against the gleaming mushroom and surrounding foreskin. Brad laughed loudly as he watched Scott’s expression change from pleasure to alarm. He took a sharp intake of breath as Mike’s arms slipped within, then sighed with delight as his victim sank another few inches. Suddenly, the fat sweaty snake began to lift. Scott was looking around for some explanation, his eyes darting from thick forest of wiry hair to those gigantic balls that now seemed to be moving in their sticky bag. In just a few seconds, Brad was again flat on his back with his hands behind his head, his now bulging penis vertical with Scott’s head and shoulders protruding.
“Brad, what are you doing?” squealed Scott. “What are you doing?”
“I’m not doing anything,” gloated Scott. “I’m just lying back and watching my beautiful big fat dick devouring your useless form.”
“Brad,” Scott’s breathing was becoming rapid and shallow. “Pull me out! This thing stinks! You’re crushing me!”
Wicked Brad grabbed hold of the anaconda and sniggered at the sight of red-faced Scott struggling, his form now visible down the entire length of his magnificent man-eater. Scott couldn’t believe another man’s cock was eating him alive - His biggest fear being what would happen to him once completely engulfed.
“What are you going to do with me?” demanded the pathetic Scott as the raw piss slit tightened about his neck. “What’s going to happen?”
“Let me see,” tormented Brad. “I could suck you into my bladder and let you drown in my piss.”
“No!” Scott was screaming. “Don’t drown me!” He spluttered. “Oh, man, the stench! Please don’t kill me!”
“Or I could suck you into my sac, snuff you, turn you into jizz and jerk you out over your nice clean sheets – you’ll be one fantastic wad of steaming cum.”
“No!”
“Yeah! It’ll feel so cool with you squirming in my bag, slowly losing it, slowly but surely overcome by the heat, and the weight of my nuts pressing down on you. I’m going to trash you for my sexual pleasure.”
“Wayne, no!” Scott’s head was beginning to disappear, his entire body clenched by firm muscle and coated in stinking slime. “Please, Brad, before it’s too late. Don’t suffocate me!”
“Stay calm,” suggested Brad as he massaged his weapon and feeling his victim’s contours and useless efforts to break free. “You won’t suffocate for a while – not until my nut bag decides to contract and I start to process you. Then you’ll be crushed and suffocated all at the same time! See you later, cock food what are you”
“I’m...” As he realised his sticky fate, the meal-to-be felt a solitary tear trickling down his cum-covered face.
“Go on,” insisted the gloating tormenter. “Say it!”
“I’m…c…cock…”
“I can’t hear you.”
“I’m cock food!” He couldn’t understand why but he could feel his own pecker now stiffening up inside that of his captor. “I’m cock food,” he repeated, manically.
“I’m cock food and your dick is going to swallow me alive and you’re going to spunk me up and turn me into jizz and jerk me out!” With that he burst into tears.
Scott was unable to speak as his chin, mouth and nostrils were enveloped and Brad’s reeking foreskin slid upwards and closed over Scott’s crown. He was in darkness. Suddenly, the colossal member flexed and rippled, swallowing Mike all the way down. Brad’s moaned with delight as he watched the bulge sliding towards the thick fat base and then vanish. Moments later, his sac expanded to accommodate its wriggling catch. He could only lay back and relax. There was nothing more to do but wait until morning when his bag had reduced and Scott had been converted into his next salty load. He reached down to the floor and pulled up the covers for a sound night’s sleep. As for Scott, he spent and hour or so rolled up in ball, spluttering and gasping for air in the darkness, heat and vile smells of his skin prison. He knew not why but he was again becoming aroused. Perhaps it was as he realised his own inferiority and came to terms with his fate. Eventually, after tossing himself off, dizziness and fatigue overcame him and he fell into unconsciousness.
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