Author’s note 1: This is a new story series that features the character Brock from my previous story Finals Week. Many readers have wanted to see more of him and I did hint at a possible continuation in the original story, and here it is! It isn’t necessary to have read the original story to understand this one, but it’s a good way of understanding the hot and self-absorbed jock that is Brock.

He was such a peaceful sight. Seated in an antique armchair, absorbed by a good book, with a steaming cup of tea beside him, while snow was falling outside the window. His face – slim, cute, and kind – had such a bone structure it very well could have been sculpted out of marble. His thin nose ended in a slightly rounder tip that was a little pointed upwards, giving him a youthful look even though he was in the last year of his twenties. The boyish impression was further enhanced by

“Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!”




Brock’s friends cheered for him as he downed the entire beer can. He crushed it in his hand as he finished and let out a loud burp, and he received even louder cheers. The pool party at the frat house was in full swing and everyone was celebrating the end of the finals week. Brock was dressed in only his bright orange swim trunks and he loved the opportunity to show off his toned body.

George barely slept during the night. He had been on the edge for the last 12 hours while being stuck inside of Patrick’s backpack. He and his two fellow Shrinkees may have been spared from being eaten the evening before, but he knew it was only a matter of time before the giant got in the mood for a snack. The previous night, Brock’s roommate had mistakenly grabbed the package they were inside of and brought it with him as he left the dorm. Only a small gap in the zipper above had g

Michael Desmond’s alarm always went off at 5 AM. It didn’t matter if it was a weekday or weekend, his days started the same time every day of the year. He wasn’t even one to snooze – that was a waste of time. He sat up on the edge of the bed and stretched his toned body. His wife was still asleep on the other side; she had learned to zone out the sound of his alarm over their many years of marriage. Michael had always been a morning bird, but it was during his time in the

“What do you think it’s like inside a stomach, George?” Brock asked out of nowhere while he opened a fresh pack of Shrinkees. They were back inside one of the university bathrooms and he was preparing for the exam that was coming up in half an hour. Not that his idea of preparing for an exam was to actually study for it, but to disguise an intelligent little man inside a package of other shrunken men and sneak him into the exam hall.

(Author’s note: LenBear has made a really nice illustration of what he imagines Brock and George look like. It’s in my gallery if you are curious.)







- BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP -




Brock blinked awake as his phone alarm went off. He reached underneath the bed to browse for it with a sleepy hand, eventually turning of

Brock woke with a huge yawn. He stretched his muscular arms and legs on the wrinkly sheets before relaxing again. He felt his head aching and he brought a hand to his temples to gently rub them. He couldn’t remember how much he had been drinking at the party – he couldn’t remember much of it to begin with. The last clear memory he had was Joey shoving a garden hose into his mouth before pouring beer into the other end. From there on it was mostly a blur.

It was like a saloon scene taken from an old Western movie when Evan entered the gay bar. Heads turned and eyes locked on him as he came through the doors. Though, unlike those old cowboy movies, the looks he received were not hostile but purely lustful. He could literally feel the wishes and desires of what people wanted to do with him – and what they wanted him to do to them. He was almost a bit overdressed for the occasion with his dark-blue Armani suit, considering that the most formal

The video starts and the half-naked Tyler comes into view. Unlike his previous videos, where he is standing in front of the camera, he is now sitting in a chair by his computer desk. The webcam is placed on a higher altitude with it focus aimed down at him, catching both his handsome face and muscular torso. Even a bit of his white briefs peeks up behind the edge of the desk. The Australian hunk looks up at the camera with a smirk.

“Hey guys. And Merry Chri

As usual the film begins with Tyler’s face filling the entire screen as he starts the recording. His focus is on the monitor below the camera and he seems caught up with fixing the right settings for the film. Once done he steps back a few steps so that his muscular semi-nude body is visible on camera. As always the only thing he is wearing is his iconic white speedos - which hardly can hide the thick bulge behind them.

“Hey again guys. Tyler here.&rd

Tyler’s face fills the view as he starts the recording. He backs a few steps away from the camera and the majority of his almost nude body becomes visible, a pair of white speedos being the only piece of clothing covering his private parts. He stares deep into the camera with his mesmerizing blue eyes and without a word he starts flexing his muscles. He starts with his biceps, contracting each arm slowly, making the powerful arm muscles budge up. He throws a seductive glance at the camera

Caleb could barely register what was happening. One moment he had been sitting in Austin’s hand, about to ask for his help, when his colleague Nate had entered the car. That was when everything had become a rapid sequence of events. He had registered Nate reaching for him and suddenly he had been sent flying through the air, straight for his wide-open mouth. In a split second he had registered a red uvula hanging above a haunting chasm, and he remembered screaming out for Austin, before e

The dark car park was mostly empty. A few cars had parked close to the fast-food restaurant but one in particular stood lonely at the opposite end, seeming to intentionally have chosen the spot under the broken lamp post. Sometimes the broken light bulb flickered a little, briefly revealing the black pickup truck below. Miro’s cold blue eyes were fixed on the asphalt landscape outside the windshield. He was a bit tense, any movement had him flinching a little. He would have preferred to no

Matt’s stomach rumbled loudly. He gave it an uncomfortable rub through his shirt and

threw a glance at

the wall clock. Thirty minutes

remained

until lunch. He sighed and took another sip of

his

coffee, hoping it would calm his empty belly

a little

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a spin-off to Dealer’s Dilemma, another story of mine. In chapter 3, Mitch swallows an unfortunate guy, and this story follows what they do afterwards. The story starts with a short recap from that chapter. Hope you enjoy!




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“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Yeah’s that’s all.” Seth said

Frank’s Automobile Repair lay quiet in the night. The entire industrial area was eerily devoid of life at this hour and it would be a long time until the first workers showed up for their morning shifts. But the roaring sound of a car disturbed the silence. It rushed down the main road, heading for the repair shop. It speeded up the driveway to the shop and stopped right outside of the entrance, its tires screeching loudly as it braked.

To describe Seth’s situation inside Frank’s stomach like hell was not enough. It was more like purgatory. Not only was he entombed inside a hot, humid, stinking chamber where the giant’s every movement shook his world – he was also imprisoned together with Philip, his one true love, who refused to talk to or even touch him. Whenever the stomach walls kneaded them together, Philip would frantically try to push him off and get as far away as he could. Seth was devastated by

In all the years that Seth had eaten people he had barely given thought to what the experience was like for them. The experience for him had only been about putting them in his mouth, wetting them down a little, and then swallowing them. From there on his job was done and all he had to do was to enjoy their blissful struggles inside his stomach. What it was like for the tiny men themselves never crossed his mind, as it never was something he was going to experience himself.

Philip hung up the phone and put it down next to him on the couch. He was a bit perplexed after the call with that Frank guy, Seth’s boss. He had sounded a little strange after he had introduced himself as Seth’s boyfriend. Had Seth not talked about their relationship at work? Or was Seth not open with his sexuality? Sure, working at a car mechanics shop could mean a male-dominated and heteronormative culture, but Philip thought Seth had such thick skin that he wouldn’t care wh

Life proceeded for Seth in the strangest way. He continued dating Philip while simultaneously continuing his job dealing shrunken people for his boss, Frank. And Philip knew just as much about Frank as Frank knew about Philip: nothing. Zero. Seth had to keep those two worlds as far from each other as possible. Philip couldn’t find about him working in a criminal business that literally kidnapped, shrunk, trafficked, and killed innocent people. And Frank couldn’t find out that Seth wa

Power. It was all about power.




Man’s deep desire to rule, to dominate and to devour the weaker - both metaphorically and literally speaking. This primal need had existed within men ever since they had started walking on two legs. For thousands of years, they got to live out this destructive behavior without resistance. Nothing was stopping them. Every man was the king of his own world.

The rays of morning sun found their way through the gaps in the blinds and fell on Seth’s face. Slowly he woke up, opening his drowsy gray eyes and pulled back a few black hair strands that had fallen over his forehead. His marine-like haircut with trimmed sides and longer hair on top was usually kept neat but his bedhead was extra messy this morning. He yawned and stretched, shuddering slightly as he noticed his cover had been yanked off from him during the night, leaving his nude body on