-Sigh-. It’s done. There’s no going back now. You know what? It’s actually better than I imagined it. I mean, nothing could prepare me for the sensations I felt. Even now I’m shaking. Even though it’s been a while since I got here, I’m still harder than I’ve ever been, and if I move just right, I can work my fingers inside and feel what he left behind. 

I’m not going to lie. I know what’s waiting for me. I can already feel the sting of the next phase. It’s hot, dark and cramped; and the air isn’t exactly easy to breathe but I’m being squeezed from all sides and it’s the best hug I’ve ever had.  God, I wish it could be tighter. You might think I’m crazy, but I love it. I wonder if any of the guys I’ve done this to felt this way?

Yeah, you think I’ve lost it. I’d say I could see it in your eyes, but yeah… dark.

It’s not like I have a death wish, It’s just that I guess I’ve always know that this was my destiny… where I belonged. It doesn’t mean that I’m not scared, it’s weird; I’m just at peace with it.

I’ve always been wild. Sometimes I just can’t control myself.

I’d thought about it for a while, fantasized about it. I just wanted to know what it feels like on the other side of the cycle. And it consumed my thoughts, my every waking moment really.

So tonight, I decided to do something about it. I needed to be fucked. I needed to be filled. I needed to know what it was like to be… here.

I found myself on one of those hook-up sites. You know the ones, where guys meet up for some action, most of it extreme.  I’d used it before and had several good times as a result. I really liked the rough encounters best. They really got the ol’ blood pumping, if ya know what I mean? Still, lately I had found myself flirting on the other side. It was funny; I never even changed my profile. The same Chubby/ Muscular Boar that the bottoms couldn’t get enough of seemed to appeal to other tops in a way I never imagined. How could I have never noticed so many eyes on me before?

I’d spent a few hours online, rejecting some guys and crusing others, but it didn’t seem that I was getting anywhere. Still, the more guys I saw, the deeper into my fantasies I went. I downed a few beers and began to finger my tail hole. I just wanted a guy to use my holes and pump me full of his loads into me and be done with it. I wasn’t looking for emotion, just nature, raw and beautiful. 

Tonight it seemed that there were a lot of guys, none of them right for me. Most of the messages I got in my box were from dudes that wanted some kind of long term deal. They wanted to get to know me and all that bullshit. Maybe they were trying to draw me out, but I wanted someone who knew what he wanted, and was willing to take it. That was the only way I would be satisfied. I had to know it was for real. I had to know there was no way out. 

Just when I thought of giving up for the night, a Private Request lit up my screen. Despite the sender not having a photo, I accepted.

The conversation was short. He asked me if I knew what I was getting into. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end, and a serious ache in my balls as I told him I did. Now that I have the time to think, I remember asking that question to other potential playmates myself.

Happy with my answers, my mysterious chat partner said he accepted. Next he gave me his address and told me to bring a blindfold.

The fresh air help to clear my head a little, and the walk to his place wasn't very long. As I found myself staring at his building, I was asked myself if I was really going through with this. The incessant throbbing of my cock spoke for me and before I knew it I was pressing the elevator call button in his lobby as the entry buzzer sliced through the museum like silence.

I was instructed to put the blindfold on and strip on the way up. I complied, standing there in the darkness as the carriage stopped and the elevator “dinged” as the doors slid open. I could sense that he was there, looking me over. I was getting nervous. He said nothing, but I could hear him breathing I could hear the high pitched sound of the elevator’s door sensor.

Just when I thought he was going to reject me, he pulled me off the elevator. We walked about 14 steps and he pushed me. I stumbled and heard a door slam. I was on my knees. I felt him behind me. I felt his rough claws dig into my neck as he led me to where he wanted me.

My head was swimming a little, his musk was strong. It only made my submission to him feel more natural to me. I winced as he brought his hand down on my ass. He grunted with approval and hit me again, and again. My heartbeat spiked when he pressed his groin to my snout and I got a lungful of his maleness right from the source. He pulled away and slapped my cheek hard when I stuck my tongue out to lick his shaft.

He pulled me up by my armpits and pushed me forward so that I was bent at the waist, then grabbed my hips. My unseen Dom teased my hole for a couple of seconds with his big cock head, and then jammed that beast of a cock DEEP into me.

I’ll admit that I wasn't quite prepared for that. It hurt. My hole tried to tighten and refuse entry to this huge brutal intruder, but he wasn't having it though. My defenses didn’t stand a chance against his strength and power, and as he forced his way ever deeper into my depths, I began to understand what it felt like to my partners when I was this rough. I moaned without meaning to… and that seemed to please him. He started to drill me harder.

I don’t know how long he used my hole, but eventually my body accepted him. His shaft never left me and each deliberate thrust hit my ‘spot’ in a different place, which made me shudder and moan like so many sluts in so many online videos. I could tell he was enjoying himself from the guttural groans and fear inducing growling. The only lube he used was his precum. I was grateful that there seemed to be a never-ending supply. All too soon, my hole was stretched wide- open and it stopped feeling like it was on fire. I started grinding back onto his shaft, meeting his thrust with all the vigor of a gazelle on the run from a cheetah coming in hot and fast.

Bent over the way I was, he made sure I couldn’t touch him. I had no idea of who the stud behind me was, but my entire world was reduced to the length and girth of the phallus buried deep inside me. I’d never been so open, and I LOVED IT! What a feeling to be so stuffed so full. What a sensation to be used, instead of being the user.

My mystery male fucked me at a frenzied pace. There wasn't time to memorize each sensation I was feeling, besides, I was just here for the ride. I was he for his total use, for his pleasure. He pounded me good and hard into the mattress but for how long, I couldn’t say. He gripped my hips hard. I'm sure he loved the way I whimpered when he buried himself balls deep into me. He roared as his thick cock expanded and contracting as he pumped his load so deep into my ass that I swear I could taste it.

“Take it you fucking slut!” He growled at me as he spun me on his cock, pushed me down onto the mattress and started hunching me, forcing his load deeper and deeper with each thrust

I wanted to touch him then, but he growled, warning me not to dare, or I would suffer the consequences.

Once he was done emptying his seed into me, he roughly pulled his my abused hole. I used my ass muscles to squeeze my hole tight and keep his load inside me. I didn't want to lose a drop.

I didn’t have a chance to react. He lifted me into his strong arms and shoved my head into his maw. In an instant, I was covered in his saliva. He was forceful. He never gave me a chance to explore he just wanted me deep in his gut as soon as possible. His throat squeezed and stroked me as it pulled me down, down into the darkness.

He shoved me in deeper and slapped my ass repeatedly; I could hear his heartbeat and the sloshing of his stomach juices. That’s where I was headed. Where who knows how many other had ended up. I squirmed and kicked my legs as panic hit me. What was I thinking? I… I wanted out, but he laid back now, letting gravity do all the work for him and I was too far down to get out on my own. It was then that I noticed that I hadn’t cum yet. It was then that I was aware of the persistent ache in my nuts, and the way his rubbery throat moved along my flesh and how good it felt.
 
My legs and ultimately my feet slipped down his throat and into his stomach. I felt like a totally used slut. I had let some random predator use and eat me… and I enjoyed every moment. My hard cock throbbed in my palm as I finally admitted to myself how much I loved playing the role I swear I heard him say… “Goodnight meat.”

I didn't know the guy's name. And the only things he’d said to me consisted of him calling me meat and a slut. That final thought pushed me over the edge, and my dick exploded, spraying my chest and stomach and the walls of my fleshy prison with cum. I howled, gasped, and panted through the orgasm, thrashing and probably making my predator feel amazing. I did that until I tired. And now I’m falling asleep… content, fucked, and filled, inside a Predator I don’t know.

I’m right were I belong.