After Gym Beef

The cheetah let out a yawn, stretching with relish, feeling his muscles pleasantly aching, grinning at the thought of his gains lately. He glanced over at the mirror on the wall of the locker room, happy with what he was seeing. His short fur was matted with sweat, making his pumped up muscles show up even better. And, of course, the mirror also made the sole other occupant of the locker room show up…

Cody was feeling a flush of heat rush to his face as their gazes met in the reflection. He had been unable to stop himself from shamelessly checking out the cheetah, his gaze lingering on the firm pecs and abs and on the armpits that had been so nonchalantly exposed when the big cat had stripped off his tanktop, just as Cody had. They both were half naked. And the bull, smaller as he was, was not exactly badly endowed himself, both in terms of toned muscles beneath his reddish brown fur and, well, in terms of cock. As his was halfway to erect and embarrassingly visibly tenting his shorts…

He took a shaky breath, inhaling the scent of sweat permeating the room. Maybe this had not been smart. Staying late until he would be alone with the guy he had been swooning over for a while now. Well, not at least when said guy was most likely a predator. Things had rather escalated since that party a few weeks ago. The one where he had seen his buck buddy Ivan just getting gulped down by that big, burly wolf, his friend’s cock throbbing violently, spewing his jizz all over. Ever since, the young bull had been haunted by that scene. Had gone on more than one risky date with a predator himself. Even had one tell him that, while he would be sparing him, since he had a business trip next day and could not afford the food coma, the bull was free to call him up when he was back in the country, if he wanted to be tiger food. Provided, and the guy had grinned then, he would still be around that long…

He shivered, his breath going quickly, as he saw the cheetah looking at him. And slowly lick his lips…

Slash watched the oh so obvious way that tent was swelling. And he just could not help but grin. He had flirted a few times with the kid. Heck, he even had dropped some playful hints, half laying out a plan to play a little game of cat and mouse with the boy. But, that really seemed to be completely unnecessary. Cause Cody, that was his name, right? Eh, did not really matter.

Cause that boy was beef with a very definite shelf life…

Granted, the cheetah usually enjoyed himself a good hunt, but, well, he was rather exhausted from the workout. So, might as well treat himself to some easy fun. Make use of a good lure instead of going on the chase. And then have himself a nice, beefy protein treat…

The bull definitely showed no signs of trying to run or anything, as Slash just casually walked over. Sure looked flustered though. Not daring to look at him directly with those big green eyes half hidden beneath that messy mop of blond hair. He cupped the boy’s chin, making him look up, right into his grin that was exposing his fangs. And he did not even try to resist the touch by instinct. He just let out a feeble breath, the cheetah hearing the rapid heartbeat of his prey. He had it bad…

“Hmmmh, like what you see, huh?”, he playfully growled, letting the bull feel just a bit of a scrape of claw against his exposed neck.

“Made a point to be all alone with me tonight, didn’t you? Pretty bold move, beef boy. Guess you just couldn’t resist the purr and the charm, ey?”, he chuckled, letting the growl shift to the more playful sound as he got all the way into the bull’s personal space, pretty much pushing him against the wall.

“I, umh, I mean,..”, the bull stammered, seeming almost comically caught between embarrassment and pure, horny infatuation. The cheetah ran one hand playfully along his neck, up through the soft hair, grabbing him by one of those little horns.

“Hnnnnh, I mean, you, you’re really super hot. I mean, I, just wasn’t sure if…”, he paused, looking rather cute in his flustered state. And tasty… Hmmmh, he smelled appetizing. His stomach let out a growl that made the bull flinch. And Slash was pretty sure he felt that cock oozing precum against his leg which he had started to grind against the tent straining those shorts. Nice size there…
“Not sure if I liked myself some beef? No worries, I do love myself a good burger. And a good workout always really makes me hungry…”, he said, with a wink, before leaning in for a slow, teasing lick. He savored the taste, smacked his lips. And just as he had guessed, all it got him in reaction was a whimpering moan, as the bull looked at him with an adorable mixture of shock and arousal. Well, if he did not need to chase, he could always play with his food a little…

Cody felt his cock let out an aching throb, precum gushing from his swollen head, staining the fabric of his shorts. So, that was it. God… Oh God! Fuck, he was going to be eaten. By Slash. And, maybe even fucked. He, he was not sure quite yet. He had seen him hit on girls, more than once. Surprised when one, a slender vixen, had rather brusquely brushed him off. But if anything, that had added to the appeal. Whether he was bi, straight, but willing to pick up guys for snacks or something in-between, it added to the bad boy vibe that had gotten him hooked. Which had let him disregard that ever quieter growing voice of self preservation instinct, trying to warn him not to let himself be alone out there, with a predator. Well, granted sooner or later, someone would likely have eaten him anyway…

Not that this self reflection changed the shiver, the trembling, the strange feeling in his stomach. He was so close. He could smell the cheetah’s scent. Sweat, big cat and maybe some arousal too?

Slash had eased up a bit, walked back, dropped down on a bench, giving him a playful look. An invitation. Cody followed. Trembling, nervously stepping closer. The cheetah had leaned back, arms behind his head, flexing his pumped up muscles, exposing his armpits. His headfur beneath the beanie hat the cheetah usually wore was sticking up in messy strands. The slightly unkempt, nonchalantly presenting image of a sexy bad boy, with just enough of that sensual feline grace to make him look inviting, all gloriously exposed. Cody just wished he could touch that muscular body, run his fingers over those pecs and abs and… God, he did want to push his nose into those pits and inhale the scent of big cat. That scent that always had that intoxicating mix of the instinct of the prey, smelling danger and the instinct of the gay boy smelling a superior male, overwhelming him both together…

“Awh, come here… I know what you want, you dirty boy. Could do with a nice belly rub and such, ya know? And if you do a good job, well, maybe you’ll earn yourself a nice treat before you’ll be my treat…”, he winked, licking his lips. Making Cody blush and whimper. He wished he could have said something, well, something that would make the cheetah as turned on as he was. But he had the sinking feeling that he might not get much in beyond some needy moans before…

Fuck, it would be likely his last words. And he just could not get anything out. He just stumbled forward, getting on his knees, leaning in to touch, rub those firm, toned abs, waiting for him…

Slash let out a groan. The boy was actually not doing badly. Not just shamelessly feeling him up. Hell knew he was doing that too, but those firm rubs over his sore muscles felt rather nice, easing the tension. His eyes looked glassy, kinda dopey and his nostrils were flaring, inhaling his scent. Yeah, typical willing prey boy. Slash sure knew the type by now. All those boys sure couldn’t help but to sniff and lick. Well, after all, why not? Free cat-wash for a cat after all, saved time later…

He leaned back, enjoying the touch, his own cock, already a bit chubbed from just the chance to assert his dominance, was starting to swell and strain against his shorts. Making him let out a purr…

“Hmmmh, don’t hold back, I know what you want…”, he chuckled, wrapping one arm around the bull’s shoulders, pulling him in, unable not to grin at the reaction he was getting. Always the same…

Cody was first surprised then entranced as he was put into an admittedly rather lazy headlock, his nose pushed right into the cheetah’s armpit, held in place as the claws grazed his hide, and the cat whispered playful threats into his ear, which only made his cock strain harder against his shorts, aching so good…

He loved the dominant tone, the growling command to lick them clean, which he happily complied with. The scent and taste of predator was as alluring as it was terrifying. And after a while, the cheetah shifted his grip, letting Cody continue with the other armpit, as his fingers kept kneading and rubbing the cheetah’s muscles, earning him some extra purrs. Especially with the attention given to his abs, while the nipples, which Cody nevertheless loved to touch, just got him a smirk. And a playful grazing claw teasing his own, which made the bull whimper. But the best part was when the cheetah pushed him down, nose first against the straining bulge in his shorts. The heady smell of arousal was overpowering and arousing and Cody nosed it with happy abandon, inhaling the smell of horny cheetah.

“Hmmmh, yeah, you’ve been a good boy, so, I think you earned yourself some cream…”, the cheetah chuckled, and Cody felt his face flush with heat. All the more when he was pressed with his head against the muscular abdomen, hearing the growl of the stomach stirring. Waiting for its meal…

“Now, get those pants down and get to work, before I decide that I am too hungry for a fuck…”

Cody was shivering, the heady mix of panic and arousal spurring him on, as he pulled down the fabric, only to have the big cock bump him hard in the face, leaving smears of precum over his cheeks and forehead, causing the cheetah to laugh at how the bull looked up at him, on his knees, face smeared with his arousal, still looking rather adorably intoxicated by his scent, heat and dominance.

Yeah, the boy was kinda cute, but not cute enough to deny himself a meal over. Just cute enough to fuck good and hard before he would gobble him down. He was so eager as he went down on his shaft, bobbing up and down, moaning, his tongue rubbing with delightful friction against his head and down his length. Slash even felt generous enough to work his foot to play with the fabric of the bull’s own shorts. No need there to be delicate, those clothes didn’t need to be spared, given where their owner was going soon. The cock springing free earned him a more desperate whimper, even more so when he began to grip it between his toes, working it rough and hard, as the bull increased his tempo, so eagerly sucking on his cock that he was feeling himself getting close. His hands took the little guy by his horns, pushing him down harder, just fucking his face as he felt his toes and paw pads get slippery with precum. The little perv might be enjoying this more than he was…
Only spurred him on to fuck his mouth harder. But the bull kept going, even when he was obviously struggling not to choke. And the cheetah let out a lustful growl as he shot his load right over that eagerly licking tongue, keeping the boy down, making sure he did not spill a drop…
Cody felt the eruption of his own seed, all over his abdomen, the cheetah’s foot and the floor. He did not know if he ever had such a good orgasm. And he knew that was in large parts because of the realization it was likely one of his last. He half expected the cheetah to just pick him up and gobble him down, but he seemed to be in for a treat…
Slash was picking him up, but instead of opening his maw wide, the cat was pulling him closer, into a rather crushing hug, and started to leisurely lick…

Like a piece of candy slowly savored, Cody felt the rough tongue, on his neck, his shoulder, his sensitive nipples, as he was being pushed down on the bench, the cat hovering over him, as he was being teased by the rough tongue, that made its way down his quivering abdomen…

He was in turn encouraged to touch more himself, to fondle the flat belly, the heavy balls…
“Hmmmh, yeah, feel that? My belly is all empty, but, my balls, well, they still are pretty full. And it seems like it would be a shame to waste that ass of yours, when I saw it so nicely presented when you were working out earlier…”, Slash growled, groping him firmly, feeling up his glutes, like a piece of meat on the market. It felt threatening, arousing and so deeply, desperately right…

It was how his friend had gone out. And it was how he would go out. And didn’t it make perfect sense? Here he was, a subby gay boy who always had been entranced by predator males. And here was Slash. Who needed a good fuck and a good meal after a good workout…
And as scary, panic inducing as it was, all of it just felt so liberating and hot…

“Hnnnh, oh please, yes… Please fuck me, before… before you eat me…”, Cody said, trembling, his body shivering with fear and arousal as he looked up at the grinning cheetah, amused at him, but also pleased, he hoped. And then he was bearing down on him. Pushing him off the bench, down to the ground, their bodies writhing, the cheetah seeming to enjoy the instinctive resistance, quickly melting away into submission, then rekindled as he got rougher, pushed into him with his thick, throbbing cock, sliding like a knife into warm butter, right into Cody’s ass. The bull had played with this morning, after his shower, stretched and worked it with oil slick fingers. So he was still pretty nicely lubed. And the cheetah growled with pleasure as the tight heat just slickly engulfed his throbbing shaft. There was no need here for protection, or for Slash slow and being gentle. They both knew it did not matter if Cody would be able to sit next day, or any such silly thing. There would not be a next day for the bull, so, there was no reason to hold back. He was just a piece of meat to be very thoroughly used in every way the cheetah pleased. On his knees, ass in the air, on his back, legs spread or bouncing on the cheetah’s lap. Slash went through all those positions, a rough, playful tumble of their naked bodies on the floor. In the end, there was only one thing left. The moment it had all built up to. When the cheetah’s grin finally opened wide and Cody felt the muscles in Slash’s hips just push, just fuck him right into his waiting maw. And even if there had been any last moment clarity, making him snap out of his lustful state, it would have been no good. He was a panting mess, just slipped right into the tight, slick heat…

Oh, yeah, the kid sure did taste nice…
Slash had to admit it, he was some good, lean beef. Tasting just a bit salty from the sweat of his own workout, but clean underneath, with a hint of sage. Likely some scent he had put on that rather nicely complemented his own natural aroma, without any unpleasant artificial tang. All good and organic, the boy knew what to use, it seemed, to be a good snack…

He would have grinned, if he still had his mouth unoccupied. So he just kept his mouth wide open, working his meal to where subby burger boys belonged. For now, Slash kept it nice and slow. He wasn’t done yet with that tight little ass after all. Though the way the boy was taking him, nice and tight, it did not take long for him to feel the throbbing heat building up in his balls, ready for another climax. He was purring with pleasure around his meal as he thrust his hips in a frenzied staccato, enjoying the sweet, velvety tingle around his cock, the teasing throb that sent him pumping the horny piece of beef full of his seed. Nice cream filled beef. And his stomach was already growling for it…

Thus, after a moment of enjoying the feel of his still over sensitive cock deep inside the bull, he just had to lean back, lift him up, just a quick toss… and let gravity help him get him down…

The boy really was squirming now as he ran his tongue over those pert nipples. That was preyboys for you. Always so sensitive… Made for some fun mouth feeling at least.

But those squirms were nothing compared to when he had the nicely sized bull cock on his tongue. Boy just burst. The moaning was audible even through the layers of cheetah engulfing him. And the thick ropes of cum splattering over his taste buds sure added a nice savory note to the dish. Mind you, by this point, the cheetah was way too hungry to take all that much time savoring his meal. His stomach was rumbling and he knew it would be bad form to keep it waiting any longer. His neck bulging, he felt the pleasant fullness as Cody started to curl up in his belly. Just a last, teasing lick over the hove toes, then, all that was left was a loud, resounding burp, as the cheetah leaned back, wrapping his arms possessively around the bulge the boy was making.

“Hmmmh, all mine now. No use having any regrets now that the ride is over, cause there is only one way out…”, he chuckled, flexing his own glutes, as he slowly rubbed over the still visible outline of his meal, grinning even more broadly when he felt a very unmistakable not so little something poking against his stomach walls…

Inside, Cody felt… well, mostly just overwhelmed. He had wondered if there might be some awakening, some big regret. But, frankly, no…

He felt kinda like after a long run or such: exhausted and weirdly giddy. Drunk from the exhaustion of the sex, the pressure all around him as he had been worked down the tight gullet. He was panting, knowing somewhere at the back of his head that air would soon be running out. And the rest of his life with it. And still, he had already gotten rock hard again despite his two previous orgasms. It was like he was a horny teenager again, constantly desperate for release. A dumb teenager maybe doing crazy things to chase that sweet blissful climax. Well, there would not be much time left for it. Soon, he would just be dead meat. That was the thing, the undeniable facts. It still was scary. But, he just knew there was nothing to change about that anymore. He was… just food…
So all he could do with the trembling terror of the realization that he was about to be digested alive was let it go straight to his cock… He was cheetah food… He was going to die in just minutes…

And he was hard and leaking… All his life had amounted to was this… A quick fuck and a snack…

He let out a ragged moan as he bucked his hips, just grinding against the stomach walls like he would have lying down on his bed, grinding against his mattress, his cock leaking. Well, he no longer had to worry about making a mess…

Cody was feeling the vibrating purr around him. And he could not help wondering, hoping, if the cheetah was jerking off to his squirms.

Slash was pretty sure that unlike the struggles he would usually rub one out to, the bull was not having any silly illusions about getting free. But, in the end, well, that mattered as little as his meals’ usual struggles did. Whether they were kicking and fighting or just letting themselves be fucked and eaten like obedient cattle, it amounted to the same. Kicking and screaming or moaning and bucking, they all just ended up fueling those muscles Cody had been so smitten with. Well, guess it was a good thing the boy had been so much into cheetahs, given he had ended up inside one…

He grinned, rubbing his stiff cock against the bulge, enjoying the movements that made his stomach all the more insistent in its efforts to get the unruly boy nicely digested. Just some more nice friction to enjoy. Feeling the pressure building up inside, he let out a loud, shameless belch, tasting the rich beefy aroma on his breath, as his shaft was throbbing so good…

The motion inside got more frantic suddenly. He could feel the outline of Cody’s shaft poking against his own through the well stretched belly walls. Just some nice extra stimulation, the wild movement provoking another loud belch. And then the movement suddenly slowed down…

As expected, he could clearly taste the fresh load of bull cream mingled with the rest of it, as he closed his eyes, letting out a lustful groan. Hah, yeah, just one more stroke, hmmmh, no, one more still…
He cried out, just letting his load shoot all over the floor, the walls, the benches, coating them all in his warm, sticky seed and adding the heavy aroma of sex and cheetah to the lingering smell of sweat. Like his own personal claim to the place. His personal hunting ground…

He grinned, stretching, enjoying the feel of a full belly, his stomach getting busy to make short work of the bull. All that was left was to shift to a more comfy position for a nice little nap. Sleeping off his meal on a nest of scattered clothes and Cody’s bag, contents spilled over the floor, still smelling rather appetizingly of beef and, well, of course also of him now, just like the rest of the room would...

“Yeah, you were, urp, quite the little treat, beef boy…”

He chuckled, letting out a yawn as he let his eyes fall shut…