Rob stared at the creature in the corner of the locker room. His dark skin was dripping with sweat from pushing himself and his muscles were already getting the deep ache that came from hard exertion. His shirt was in his locker, and his torso lacked any sign of fat - composed of all ripped muscle.

 

The creature resemble a tiny - admittedly adorable - dinosaur. It had big round eyes, spaced widely on its head, and entirely lacked a neck - or much to indicate where its head stopped and the torso began. A stubby tail, four equally stubby limbs, and thick, rubber jurassic green skin completed the picture of some type of chibi dinosaur from a manga.

 

He knew what it was; he’d passed it at every workout since he enrolled at St Joseph’s Athletic University. The Glurch had been here for months. Rumour had it that it liked the taste of post-workout men. It had taken up residence in the university gym, so sweat covered males was it main food source in any case.

 

Rob had ignored it a lot. Occasionally he’d watched with morbid curiosity when it ate, but now it was staring at him sadly with its huge eyes. “What do you want?” He demanded. He didn’t get an answer; the Glurch wasn’t really intelligent, after all. It was just like an adorable puppy dog. A man eating puppy dog, he reminded himself harshly.

 

The two triangle ears slumped down sadly when Rob turned his back on the creature. They were still down when he glanced back at it. He sighed. The miserable gaze made his gut ache sadly. “You want to eat me, right?” He rubbed his six pack, and reminded himself that thinking of actually giving it what it wanted was a bad idea.

 

The Glurch licked its lips. Its mouth occupied most of its head, making it look a bit like a dinosaur onesie all zipped up. Its ears perked up a bit when Rob took a hesitant step closer.

 

“Hey man.” A huge latino man pushed through the swinging door, with a tiny pair of speedos clinging to his package, and the smell of pool water following him. He paused when he saw where Rob was looking. “Oh.”

 

Rob broke his glance with those huge eyes and moved them to the new arrivals face. “Oh, hey Andrew.”

 

“You thinking . . . of, you know?” Andrew raised a bushy eyebrow above one amber eye.

 

“It looks so miserable, you know? I feel bad.” Rob sighed and turned back to his locker.

 

“Yeah. I don’t think it’s eaten since Len on Tuesday.” Andrew crossed the tiles on his barefeet and opened his locker.

 

“Len fed it? I was wondering why I haven’t seen him about.” The huge Nordic had been hard to miss, with the Thor-esque blonde hair and a huge, hairy body packed with muscles. He’d dominated any space he entered. Rob was surprised he let the Glurch eat him. He voiced as much.

 

“You know how he was about nature and animals. He said it was only the circle of life and all that ya-da ya-da. And some people say it’s really fun to be eaten, you know?” Andrew shrugged his huge shoulders.

 

“I guess. It’s not like it wastes anything.” No one had quite worked out how the thing did it, but it never disposed of anything. The men it ate were absorbed entirely. Rob had heard that one as a fact from the professor who warned him about it during intake.

 

“If you do it, I’ll do it.”

 

“What, really?” Rob perked up. The idea of Andrew feeding the creature kinda made his jockstrap bulge. He’d always had a crush - or a distant lust - on the handsome Spaniard. “Okay, well I’ll do it in that case.” He slid his hands into the waistband of his baggy gym shorts and dropped them to the floor.

 

“Oh damn I was only kinding . . . but a deal’s a deal.” Andrew grinned with his big, white, perfect teeth. His speedo hit the floor and was toe’d off to the side.

 

Rob peaked at the package the other man had been hiding and whistled. It was thick as a coke can flaccid. His own package was exposed a moment later as his jockstrap joined his shorts.

 

Andrew gaped as he looked at the man’s cock. “Well. What they say about you black buggers is true.” He chuckled and clapped Rob on the shoulder.

 

Rob chuckled too as they both walked towards the Glurch. It’s ears were perked up and it opened wide when they got close enough. It lacked teeth, so a huge tongue and dark throat were revealed in their full glory. Rob sucked in a breath.

 

“See ya on the other side of death, bro.” Andrew grinned, kneeling in front of the creature. He gently pressed his shaggy dark hair against the creature's tongue, and it closed its mouth around his neck. And then gulped. The latino was dragged in by the power muscles, the lipless mouth sliding down over his neck and shoulders.

 

Rob would’ve blushed but it didn’t show well on his skin. But he couldn’t help stroking his raging erection as he watched Andrew’s perfect ass lifted up and dragged towards that mouth. He didn’t feel quite as guilty when the stud’s own erection was revealed hanging heavy between his legs. He wanted to touch it and stroke it before it was melted away with the rest of his friend but he didn’t dare.

 

All too soon Andrew’s toes were slipping past the lips, his olive skin shocking in contrast to the dark green Glurch. About thirty seconds later the creature burped up the class ring the man had been wearing. Rob marvelled at the speed it must digest its prey.

 

He could back out, he knew. No one would be the wiser. But that felt wrong, dishonourable. So he kneeled and offered his head like his mate had and then it was slurping over him. The tongue was soft and gentle, but saliva was lathed on him anyway. Soaking his skin more than the salty sweat that still clung to it could’ve ever managed. His cock throbbed in need as his shoulders popped through the airlock of the lips.

 

He could feel it moving down his back. The warm saliva soaking his skin, and the disappearance of the cool gym air giving away its progress. Then it was hefting its head back and slurping in his hips and his erection. He ground it against the tongue in need as his legs were slurped up like delicious noodles. At least he hoped they were delicious.

 

He didn’t manage to orgasm before he found himself curling up in a dark, tight space. Desperately he tried to hump the walls, but then . . . . the digestion began.

 

Everything exploded in colours. Every sense was blown wide open and Rob could see it, hear it, feel it, taste it. But it was so abstract. Nothing had meaning for a moment. A flooded river rushing through his head, destroying the defences between his senses.

 

Nothing made sense to his addled mind but it felt beyond good. It made good sound paltry, a mockery of its own meaning. He wondered if he’d been dropped in the engine of creation. In the stomach of some god. For a brief moment, his mind exploded with a feeling of power and knowledge.

 

Intense pleasure, not only in his cock but his whole being, filled him. Rob could taste the sticky, tangy salt of his own semen. He could hear in lewd quality the throbbing of his own blood. Vivid bursts of colour exploded in his mind with every wave. Pure ecstasy flooding every atom until they burst open. Piece by piece everything that made up the young man exploded in intense sensation.

 

Everything that had been Rob was self-destructed in an instant of sheer, impossible delight. Outside, the Glurch just gurgled in satisfaction and spat out a Prince Albert.