Copyright (C) 1999 by Felix Lance Falkon; you may save or make paper copies for your own use; do not post, repost, publish, or archive elsewhere without the author's express permission.
Helplessly, Slugger watched the baseball arc high over his head into the stands. That was it: they'd lost the game, six runs to three. The Grojans had won the game, the series, and the right to eat all the humans on this newly-settled planet. And now it was beginning to rain.
The locker room was quiet. Now that they were going to be eaten, there was none of the kidding about who'd make the biggest dinner for some lucky Grojan.
Slugger finished his shower, dressed, and slipped out the door. The Grojans were probably whooping it up in their locker room. There weren't many on the sidewalks.
A couple of blocks from the ball-park, Slugger heard a couple of trucks pull up alongside. He kept on walking. A few paces on, he felt a hand tap him on the shoulder. He sighed, stopped, and looked back. Behind him stood one of the barrel- shaped Grojans, with one hand held out to shake Slugger's, another waving a slip of paper, and still more hands reaching out to stroke Slugger's powerful shoulders, biceps, and thighs.
Slugger shook hands, while the Grojan kept patting his athletic body. "Say," Slugger said, "you look familiar."
"You recognized me!" the Grojan said, stalked eyes waving happily. "I am Gni, our team's pitcher," the creature added, still feeling Slugger's muscles.
"Uh -- sure." Slugger managed to disentangle his hand from Gni's. "Great game you played there -- uh -- guy."
"Luck was with our nest," said the Grojan modestly. "Else you would be preparing to feast upon us, instead of --"
"-- of you winning the right to eat all of us humans. Well, it sure beats having a war over who's got the better claim to this mud-ball of a planet," Slugger sighed. "Anyway, it's a good thing the rain held off until the end of the game."
The Grojan held out several hands. "I think it is stopping now. And this planet's sun will be out soon, I think."
"Uh -- yeah." Slugger ran his fingers through his still- damp hair. "I suppose you guys had quite a celebration, what with winning and all."
"Surely." Gni patted Slugger's shoulders again. "And then there was the choosing."
"Choosing?
"Our baseball team, for winning the game, is to have first choice."
"Uh -- yeah?" Slugger rubbed his chest, suddenly conscious of the thick layer of muscle under the cloth. He slid his hand down the front of his jacket to cup the bulge at his crotch. "You must mean . . . ?"
"Surely." Gni handed Slugger the slip of paper. "As our team's pitcher, I --"
"You . . ." Slugger scowled at the paper; it was covered with squiggles and dots. ". . . and me?" He looked up from the paper to see a circle of spectators, human and Grojan, had gathered.
"It is so." Gni touched Slugger's biceps, stroked the solid muscle there. "Of your team, you appear the muscles-most. I am lucky to have so much meat on which to feed."
"I s'pose." Slugger handed the paper back. He was the best built of the guys on the team, no arguing with that. He took a deep breath, caught the smell of the rain-washed pavement. He looked at the circle of spectators. A couple of men were setting up TV cameras. Slugger spotted Big Bill Sigurdsson, the blond jock who had announced the series, and grinned at him. "Well, ya gotta go sometime."
"Hey," said Bill, "that's a great line, Slugger."
"Yeah?" Slugger eyed the broad-shouldered announcer warily. "That mike live?"
Bill shook his blond head. "We're not on yet; they're still doing replays of the game and stuff like that, while we're setting up. So -- how 'bout running that line for me again when we are live." He turned to one of the cameramen and asked, "How's the light, Jake? Enough for a good shot of Gni eating him?"
"Better'n we deserve," the sturdy cameraman replied, "but it'll do."
"Huh?" Slugger touched his taut-muscled chest again. "Don't I go off to a kitchen or something first; you know, get cooked and cut up and everything?"
"But no," said Gni. "We can begin right here, with TV watching and Big Bill asking you questions while I eat you, so that everyone will see what a good sport you are."
"Alive? And on camera? Yeah, but --" Slugger swallowed hard. "I though all that stuff 'bout guys getting -- getting eaten alive was put out to scare us, back when they thought we'd be into a war, 'stead of -- of this. So then --" Slugger shivered. "Then you did -- the guys you captured, back when we were skirmishing -- they -- uh --"
"Surely," said the Grojan pitcher, rubbing several pairs of hands together. "This was before the agreement to co-operate, so we had to unsheath each human by force and hold him firmly until he became interested in the process of being eaten."
"Interested?" Slugger touched the front of his jacket. "I s'pose it would be kinda -- interesting." He plucked at the damp cloth. "You want me to -- uh -- unsheathe? Take these off?"
"Surely."
Slugger unzipped his jacket, shrugged it off his shoulders, and was about to drop it on the sidewalk when Danny, the team's batboy, scampered from the ring of spectators to take it. Slugger steadied himself with one hand on the teenager's shoulder while he kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks. The pavement was damp and gritty under Slugger's bare feet as he flipped open his belt buckle, pushed his trousers down, and stepped out of them.
Slugger was peeling off his undershirt when Gni waved a small spray-can under his nose.
"When it hisses," said the Grojan, "inhale."
"Okay. What is it?"
"Essence of ning."
The can hissed. Slugger took a deep breath; he smelled mint and musk and a hint of burnt rubber. Gni explained: "Now you will not leak while I eat you, so you will last longer. Ning also suppresses the pain of -- you may breathe again."
Slugger let out a long sigh. "Yeah?" A warm glow spread through his body as he tossed his undershirt to Danny. TV cameras focused on Slugger's bared chest, and he patted his taut pectorals, then slid both hands down the ripple of his abdominals. He hooked his thumbs in the waist-band of his shorts, then froze as he felt his genital shaft begin to stiffen. "Hey, Gni," he muttered.
"Yes, Slugger."
"Gotta problem." He gestured at the rapidly lengthening bulge in his shorts.
"What is the problem?" The Grojan squeezed Slugger's prong through the cloth. "It is rising very properly."
"That stuff I sniffed? It's s'posed to make it do that?" Slugger hesitated, then slid his shorts down his powerful thighs. His shaft, released, snapped erect. Slugger felt a shiver run up the muscles of his back, but he expanded his chest, sucked in his stomach, and tensed his pectorals for the camera.
"Well now," said Bill, microphone poised for the answer, "how does it feel to be the one the Grojans picked to eat first?"
Slugger shrugged his bare shoulders. "Well, ya gotta go sometime." He touched the slab of muscle that armored his chest, let his hands slide down his torso to touch, then grip the base of his rigid shaft. "I feel awfully naked right now, with me being the only guy stripped and -- hard."
Of course." The big blond licked his lips. "You got a real good build there, Slugger. Eighty kilos?"
"Eighty-three." Slugger flexed both arms up into a body- builder pose. "I been working out regular." He glanced to one side and saw that Danny was stripping; in a moment, the lithe youth was naked too, wearing nothing but his baseball cap.
Slugger put his left arm around the youth's bare shoulders. "Hey, kid; you didn't have to do that."
"Just wanted t' keep you company, Slugger." Danny turned to the announcer. "Hey, how 'bout stripping down too, Bill?"
"Yeah," laughed Slugger. "Show us what ya got."
"But . . ."
"You been working out more'n me, and you got a better frame to start with; must have fifteen kilos on me, easy." Slugger released Danny's shoulder, reached out with his right hand, and felt thick, hard deltoid muscle under the blond announcer's coat.
"Just ten. Been working on definition. But . . ."
"Then you must really look good, stripped and -- and everything."
"But . . ."
"And you're so much better'n me with words --"
"But . . ."
"-- so instead of sticking a mike in some dumb jock's face and trying to get him to say something, like every other time on the tube --"
Gni put out several hands and began to explore Bill's musculature. "Did you say ten kilos more?" the Grojan asked.
"But . . . but . . ." The blond announcer took a deep breath. He glanced at the circle of spectators, looked at his own cameramen, and turned back to Slugger. "You sure do know how to put a man on the spot, Slugger. But -- like you said, `ya gotta go sometime.' So -- if Gni's willing . . ."
The Grojan held up the spray-can again. Bill inhaled. The big blond handed the microphone to Slugger, showed the ball- player how to hold it, and then began to strip. As Bill's splendid physique emerged from his clothing, he talked into the microphone that Slugger held -- about the decision to avoid an interstellar war by staking the future of this newly-settled planet on the five-game baseball series -- about the smell of Gni's spray-can -- about standing there: ". . . feeling very naked, with just three of us so far, stripped and . . ."
As Slugger watched, Bill let his right hand drift down his muscular torso; Jake's camera followed Bill's hand as it touched the quivering, iron-hard shaft. ". . . ready."
Bill retrieved his microphone from Slugger. "Now I want to thank Slugger here for letting me take his place so that I can give our TV audience a real, first-hand description of what's it's like to be eaten alive -- and on camera."
"Gni's sure getting the best of this deal," Slugger said. He clenched his right hand, gently punched Bill in the shoulder. "You really got a good build there, guy." Slugger glanced down at the big blond's prong. "Looks like you're okay down there too."
Bill smiled. "Well, Slugger, you're going to make some Grojan real happy too; you're a real stud yourself." He clapped Slugger on the shoulder. "Now, these messages."
The naked blond held his pose for two seconds more, then turned to his cameramen. "Okay, gang: get set up for the main event. Chung -- the long shot. Red, in tight from the side. Somebody -- yeah, Ken -- get the clothes out of the frame -- that's it. Now Jake, can you get a good shot of my prong while Gni's working on it?"
The sturdy cameraman frowned. "Looking down, close in? We don't have the boom, and trying t' look over your shoulder won't work. I got an idea." He turned to Slugger. "Hold this a sec. And somebody go find a hungry Grog while I strip down too." Slugger took the shoulder-mount camera, and Danny trotted into the crowd.
The big blond rubbed the tip of his own rigid shaft. "Okay -- you'll have the camera on your shoulder, pointing down, getting a tight shot of one of them eating your cock while Gni's eating mine. That should work, especially since we're such a good match, up hard. But still . . ."
Jake kicked off the last of his clothes, revealing a chunky- muscled physique. "Like Slugger here puts it, `Ya gotta go sometime.' And it's a chance for this muscle-stud t' show off what I got." He patted his thick pectorals with his left hand, squeezed his balls with his right.
Danny returned with a spray-can-waving Grojan. Jake took a deep breath on cue. Another of the TV crew -- Ken -- scooped up Jake's discarded clothing. Slugger handed the camera back; Jake settled it on his thick shoulder, tilted the lens-barrel down, and focussed on his stiffening prong. Slugger looked at Jake's hard-on, then at Bill's: a matched pair, yes, with the same broad tips, same length, even the same upward curve of those sturdy shafts. But how could Bill have known, unless --
"Hey," said Ken, as he piled Jake's clothing atop Bill's, "how 'bout we keep those studs company, Rick?" He squirmed out of his shirt, kicked off his shoes.
"Well now," drawled a big-shouldered crewman near Slugger, "Just goin' naked, or . . . ?"
"Let's go the full count-down," said Ken, stepping out of his pants.
"Sounds okay by me," Rick said, shedding his jacket. "Sky's brightenin' up, so we don't need to put up any lights." He turned to the red-haired cameraman. "You can get some good shots of us gettin' eaten too, if you don't mind havin' to stow our gear when it's over."
Red said, "Sure," and touched the earphones he wore; Slugger guessed they were part of a radio intercom system. "We got another five-minute hold while they do a backgrounder at the station about that spray stuff; plenty of time for me to strip too." He handed his camera to Slugger and started to pull off his clothes. "How about you, Chung?"
The black-haired man at the controls of the tripod-mount camera nodded. " `Well, ya gotta go sometime,' just like the ball-player said just now." He began to strip. "Hey, kid; find some critters we can feed our balls to?"
Once more, Danny trotted into the small crowd of human and Grojan spectators. Bill frowned at his crew, all naked or stripping rapidly. "Look, dammit," the big blond growled, "let's start the count-down before the blast-off, okay? Jake gets his Grojan to take him in synch with Gni, here, while Gni eats me. We don't need lights, so -- Ken and Rick, you two can start getting eaten as soon as Jake and I are well on the way. As for the rest of you . . ."
Chung tossed the last of his clothing to Ken. "Rig here almost runs itself." He patted the TV camera beside him. "Be easy to run this while I get eaten; easier than what Jake's gonna do."
Slugger felt a breeze slide over his bare torso, eddy around his rigid spike. He didn't feel so conspicuous now that other men had stripped too, but hard-cocked nakedness was still strange and -- somehow -- exciting.
Bill said, "Okay, then: Jake's critter starts eating him when Gni starts on me. Jake, you keep us in synch. Gni, wait for my signal. Chung, a wide shot of me and Gni. Red, a medium, from the side. When Gni and Jake's Grojan are up to speed, eating us, Red shifts to Ken and Rick. You two -- wait'll Red's pointing your way before you let your Grogans start feeding on your meat. Chung swings his rig over to those two next, locks it in position. Red, then you shift over to Chung; and when that happens, Chung, you can let one of the critters start eating your prong. And by that time, there ought to be some activity in the crowd."
Slugger glanced at the spectators. Some of the dozen or so humans were already stripping. He saw a couple of team-mates, Moose and Lefty, and waved. They waved back, grinned at each other, and began to peel off their clothes.
"Got it," said Red. "Jake and Chung stay in one place, so I do all the shifting." He retrieved his camera from Slugger and put it on his right shoulder. "Back to you when Gni finishes the appetizer and starts boring in?"
"Okay," said Jake. "But there's not gonna be much t' see when the critters are gutting us. How 'bout I shift t' Bill's face then? That way, Red can move around again."
Chung said, "And I'll get a few long shots of Jake focusing on Bill while they're both being gutted. Okay?"
"Oughta work," said the red-haired cameraman. "When the station does cut away, Vince shuts down the gear in the van and then helps me with the outside gear. But after that . . ." The naked cameraman spread one hand against his etched pectoral musculature.
"That's easy," said Bill. "You and Vince both strip well; you'd look great under the studio lights. There's going to be a special after the evening news, and you two could get eaten on camera then. How about it?"
"Sounds great," said Red. He looked down, then frowned at his half-erect shaft. "Only . . ."
Danny whispered something to a small Grojan, who trundled over to Red, produced a spray-can, and released a hiss of vapor.
Red inhaled. "There." He grinned. "I'm getting hard already." He touched his earphones -- all he wore now -- and reported, "Two minutes to go."
Jake glanced down at himself and chuckled aloud. Slugger, standing at Jake's left side, looked down too: the Grojan who was to eat Jake was multi-handedly exploring the cameraman's virile organs. Jake said, "Don't get too eager down there, critter. Idea's t' keep in synch with what Gni's doing t' the blond stud over there, so when Gni takes a centimeter of his cock, you take a centimeter of mine. Got it?"
Slugger swallowed hard. "Huh? I didn't --"
"Zurely," said the waiting Grojan. "Zentimeter with zentimeter, as Gni feeds on the yellow-top one, I will feed on you. And then, inzide . . ."
"-- then they are gonna --" Slugger turned to Danny, now standing to Slugger's left, then back to Jake.
"Inside?" Jake shrugged. "No count-down on that. Once you've eaten my prong and balls, right down to the roots, then drill on in and gut me at your own speed." Jake put his left hand on Slugger's right shoulder. "Hey, I thought you studs all got told."
Slugger shivered. "Uh -- yeah, but -- but I figured that stuff was made up to scare us. I didn't even believe what they said about getting eaten alive, much less -- you know."
"Well, stud," said Jake, "in about thirty seconds, you're gonna get a real closeup of me and Bill getting eaten -- cock first, alive, and on camera." He released his grip on Slugger's shoulder. "Hey, that's okay -- stay where you are -- this is a tight shot and your cock's not in the frame."
Slugger looked down at three stiff, quivering shafts: Jake's, looking vulnerable; Slugger's, easily a couple of centimeters longer than Jake's; and Danny's, even longer than Slugger's but not as thick. The naked ball-player studied the lithe teen-ager's erection for a moment, then asked, "Danny, did you know that -- that -- ?"
"Yeah. Ntai -- their batboy -- we worked together all through the series, so we had time t' talk about -- you know -- things."
"Uh -- sure." Slugger put his left hand on Danny's shoulder, his right on Jake's. "He -- he must of given you a whiff of that ning-stuff just now."
"Ready to roll?" asked the muscular, blond announcer. "Gni, start working on my rod when I give you the word. Ten seconds now." He paused, expanded his broad chest. "Ladies and gentlemen, and Grojans all. This is Big Bill Sigurdsson, with the first-hand report we promised you on what's it like to be eaten alive by a Grojan. Now, being naked on this wind-swept corner feels_._._."
Slugger looked down at Gni. A sturdy tentacle, about as thick as Slugger's own forearm, slowly emerged from the Grojan's barrel-shaped body and stretched toward Bill's prong.
". . . feeding tube, which now approaching its target, will begin its work at the very end of my -- ah -- shaft, where . . ."
Slugger wet his lips. He looked down at Jake's outthrust virility; another tentacle neared Jake's glans, and the tip of that tentacle was opening into a circle of stubby fingers. The naked cameraman took a shaky breath; his shoulder muscles tensed under Slugger's hand. Jake held himself rigid, studying the action through his camera's viewfinder, tautly waiting for the feeding tube to reach him.
". . . cutting teeth, which will come into play when the tube has worked its way to the base of my shaft, are still retracted. The grippers are spreading wide, ready to seize_._._."
Slugger watched, fascinated, as the grippers closed around Jake's glans, then pulled the broad cock-tip into the open end of the tube. The grippers wiggled, tightened again, and walked another centimeter of hard meat into the tentacle.
". . . engulfing my glans, slowly working its way along my shaft, sucking . . ."
Slugger saw a muscular contraction ripple along the feeding tube, from tip to base. Jake sighed and carefully thrust his hips forward as another contraction gripped his shaft.
". . . applying full suction now," Bill was explaining, "while the friction on the tip, on my glans . . ."
"Wow," Danny sighed. "I'm gonna cream, just watching."
"Yeah?" Jake chuckled. "Wait'll you got one of these things taking you by the cock, and you can feel the inside of that tube sucking and rubbing, just starting t' grind meat off the end of your hard-on . . . Kid, I been around, but nobody ever sucked me off this good before!"
Slugger bit his lip, then said, "But -- but you -- I mean, if you can actually feel it eating you, and you're still --"
"Getting ready t' come?" Jake nodded. His muscles were taut, his belly sucked into a washboard of lean muscle, his chest expanded. Hips pumped slowly as the tentacle worked on Jake's virile shaft. "We -- we oughta get up a pool; winner's the stud t' come the most times, feeding his critter. Ooops -- put a hold on that launch -- prizes . . ."
"Oh, that," said Danny. He thought for a moment. "Shooting extra loads -- that'll be the winner's reward."
". . . with only about a quarter of my shaft taken, I'm already getting ready to -- uh -- ready for my first ejaculation." Bill's voice sounded tense. "This Grojan feeding tube -- perfect instrument for -- for taking your -- uh -- sexual equipment to climax -- I'm feeding it -- it's eating me alive -- ah! Just a few more -- strokes. Suction -- few more -- ten -- nine -- eight --"
Slugger felt his own prong twitch and twitch again. He glanced down at himself; a droplet gleamed at the very tip. He looked at Jake's shaft, watching intently as the sturdy cameraman thrust in perfect time with Bill's count-down. With every stroke, his hard meat drove a few millimeters deeper into the end of the feeding tube.
"-- five -- four -- three -- wow! -- t--one -- Ahhhh!"
As Bill gasped aloud, Slugger felt Jake's deltoid tighten, saw Jake's whole body stiffen, saw his spike twitch. After a long moment, Jake slowly relaxed, turned to meet Slugger's anxious stare, and grinned.
"Y' okay?" Slugger asked.
"Sure." The sturdy cameraman took a deep breath. "Critter must like the taste of my cream; it really turned on the suction." He exhaled, took another deep breath. "Cock's hard as ever, getting ready t' fire off another load."
Slugger released his grip on Jake's thick shoulder and backed away, with Danny still at his left side. Cool air slid over his bare torso. The sidewalk was damp underfoot. His shaft jiggled stiffly as he turned to see what else was happening.
A few meters away, Bill was feeding his shaft to Gni and talking into his microphone, but the blond announcer's attention was now on the two wide-shouldered, hard-pronged lightmen, Ken and Rick, waiting to be eaten. Chung's big camera panned around to focus on the pair, while Red shooed a few spectators to one side to clear his own camera's line of sight.
Ken ran a comb through his hair, tossed the comb aside, then carefully tensed the muscles of his chest and arms. To Slugger, he seemed to be more concerned with how his face and physique would look on camera than his impending castration.
Rick stretched his big, smooth muscles in a yawn, then ambled to Ken's side. He draped one arm around Ken's squared shoulders and asked, "Y' ready?"
Ken touched his cock. "Ready. That ning spray works fast."
Red nodded. "Okay, then; we're rolling."
Ken sucked his stomach into a hard, concave ripple and took two paces toward a waiting Grojan. The Grojan extended a tentacle. Ken watched tensely as his glans slid into the tentacle, then slowly relaxed and grinned.
"How's it goin'?" asked Rick.
"Getting there. Kind of hungry, like . . ."
"If you say so." Rick grasped the base of his own stiff cock. "Come an' get me, then." He bent his prong down to the horizontal as a Grojan approached and, with an easy thrust, met the feeding tube that reached for his manhood.
"Well?" asked Ken.
"Not half bad." Rick released his grip on his shaft and watched the tentacle start eating his glans. "Sucks even better'n you do. Who's next?"
Slugger saw motion beyond the TV crewmen. Spectators had spilled from sidewalks onto lawns. Most people had stripped; and a Grojan and a couple of hard-cocked men were tossing abandoned clothing into a truck. Other cocks stiffened as Slugger watched. Moose and Lefty were naked by now, and Lefty was testing the stiffness of his teammate's impressive erection.
A brace of Traffic Troopers, naked but for helmets, belts, and boots, arrived on power cycles. They parked, watched for a moment, and exchanged a few words. Slugger saw a coin spin into the air and fall. The Troopers shook hands. One, frowning, strode into the street to direct traffic; the other, grinning happily, ambled onto the sidewalk.
"Moving right along," said Danny. "Looks like getting eaten alive is a real blast."
"Uh -- yeah." Slugger rubbed the taut slab of muscle that covered his chest. "The -- uh -- bit I don't understand -- Bill and Jake -- how they shot their loads right on the same stroke, just like . . ."
"Oh, that." Danny grinned. "Lots of practice. Lots. Pretty soon, they got so they could stay in synch even when they weren't sixty-nineing each other. That's -- you know -- when two guys take each other --"
"I know that much, but . . ."
"After you and the other straight arrows cut out of the locker room, they'd show off a bit. Rest of us would watch, and then we'd watch each other get hard, and pretty soon -- you know."
"I never . . ." Slugger licked his lips. "I never even guessed."
"Didn't think you had." The teenager carefully slid his left hand down the front of Slugger's torso, stopping just over Slugger's rigid shaft. "Lots of kidding, about whether anybody'd be brave enough t' try breaking you in, but . . . You missed out on a lot, Slugger."
"Uh -- maybe." Slugger eased his cock-tip into Danny's hand, watched and felt warm fingers tighten around his shaft, then looked up just in time to see a Grojan take Chung's glans.
Red focused his camera on his crewmate's doomed shaft. Chung panned the big camera across a sidewalk full of naked people being eaten alive, glancing down now and then to watch as he fed his own shaft to a hungry Grojan.
Most of those being devoured stood erect, quietly watching as tentacles engulfed their shafts. Some chatted with the Grojans that were eating them or with people being eaten nearby. A pair of powerfully muscled men lay on a lawn, calmly watching their upthrust shafts disappear into a couple of Grojans' feeding tubes. Slugger saw a curly-haired young vendor from the ball- park, now naked but for cap and canvas shoulder bag, strolling among the spectators, giving away hot dogs. The youth kept the last one for himself, offered his stiff cock to a Grojan with an inviting thrust of his hips, then bit into the hot dog as a feeding tube began eating his glans.
Movement near the curb caught Slugger's attention: a teenager about Danny's age mounted a shoulder-high mail-box, then straddled it so that his prong jutted beyond the end. At just the right height, Slugger told himself, for taking that hard chunk of meat into my own mouth without having to go down on my knees or even -- Slugger shook the though away and turned to Danny, who still gripped Slugger's prong. Slugger reached for Danny's, hesitated, then squeezed the youngster's shaft.
"Okay?" growled the naked ballplayer.
"It's -- it's a good start."
"I s'pose." Slugger relaxed his grip and felt his own shaft being released. He looked around to see what else was going on.
Ken and Rick were panting hard, hips pumping; Slugger realized the two men were ejaculating into the tentacles that were eating them alive. Chung also squirmed as he fed his virility to a Grojan, but his attention was mostly on his camera's view-finder. Slugger looked where the camera pointed. A woman, one of the few on planet, stood between two Space Rangers who watched anxiously as she disrobed.
When she was nude, the Rangers shrugged their broad shoulders and began to strip too. In a moment, they were naked -- but for their uniform caps -- and erecting fast. She kissed them both, then -- laughing -- grasped a prong in each hand and guided them together, tip to hilt, base to glans, measuring virile length against length. A passing Grojan stopped to inspect their naked bodies, first by eye, then manually. Two more Grojans stopped. One produced a spray-can. The can hissed; the naked trio inhaled, then turned to the waiting Grojans, their smiles fading.
Slugger saw the woman tense when a feeding tube touched her vulva; but as it entered her, she relaxed, smiled, and began to squirm in obvious arousal. The two Space Rangers relaxed too; and in a moment, they were eagerly watching themselves being eaten.
Bill was still talking into his microphone: ". . . nearing my second climax, almost ready to -- uh -- ejaculate again. Meanwhile, all around us . . ."
Both the announcer and his sturdy cameraman were squirming, hips thrusting, their prongs now more than half-way into the tentacles that were devouring them alive. Slugger realized that those tentacles would soon take the two men's testicles. He shivered.
"What's the matter?" asked Danny.
"Just -- thinking." Slugger gripped Danny's shoulder. "Those guys -- Bill and Jake -- and when those critters start grinding away on their balls . . ." He shivered again.
"Be a bad time for the spray-stuff t' give out," Danny said, then chuckled. "Just kidding. It'll last for days. Ntai said the guys that got eaten earlier -- you know, the ones that got captured before the idea of playing the series to see who gets the planet -- well, they claimed the real blast was when their nuts -- went."
"Well, if you say so." Slugger saw Moose stop a Grojan and offer his manhood with a come-and-get-it gesture. Lefty knelt beside his teammate to watch as a tentacle reached for Moose's prong; a circle of grippers spread wide, closed around Moose's glans, and drew the stiff shaft in to its doom.
A Traffic Trooper -- evidently the one who had won the coin toss, Slugger decided -- was strolling among people being eaten alive, Grojans eating them, and spectators of both species; he stopped to sniff at a spray-can of ning, paused to chat with Moose and Lefty as his own shaft stiffened, stopped again to put an arm around the shoulders of an anxious youth watching a feeding tube start eating the youth's glans.
By now, Slugger saw, most of the discarded clothing had been piled into the back of a truck. One man was still collecting; the other lay on the pile, eagerly watching a Grojan devour his hard shaft.
Under Slugger's bare feet, the pavement was still wet but beginning to dry. An eddy of cool air reminded Slugger of his own nakedness. He spied the Traffic Trooper talking with the red- haired cameraman and two Grojans: one with a microphone, the other carrying what Slugger guessed was a Grojan TV camera. After a moment, the Trooper nodded. The two with cameras -- the human red-head and the Grojan -- moved back and focused their equipment on the Trooper. Red made a go ahead gesture, and the Grojan with the microphone started talking while reaching for the naked Trooper's shaft with a tentacle.
Slugger gestured at the Trooper. "There's another real first-hand report, this time on what it's like to eat a guy, 'stead of just getting eaten. Still . . ."
"Yeah," said Danny. "But it looks like -- Oh! Hi there, Sarge."
Slugger felt a big hand grip his shoulder and heard a growl: "How ya makin' out with this ball-jock, Danny-boy?" Slugger turned his head; a tall Trooper, heavy-boned and powerfully muscled, stood alongside now. And -- like the Trooper being eaten -- the newcomer wore nothing but helmet, belt, and boots.
"He's getting the idea -- I think," said the batboy. "Slugger, Sarge. He works outa Central."
"Good t' meet ya." The big Trooper's grip was warm and strong. "Gotta tell ya, though: that third game, ya really laid one. How's it goin' now?"
"Uh -- okay, so far. One of your guys -- he's getting interviewed and eaten at the same time. Over there -- see?"
"Yep. Pat strips nice, doesn't he?"
"Then Pat was . . . ?"
". . . s'posed t' get eaten soon's he could." The big Trooper nodded. "All in the 'tingency plan. Need t' see some uniformed studs bein' eaten on camera, good and early. Pat and Sean saw the TV crew workin' here, called HQ, and then moved in while we were on the way."
"Then Sean is . . . ?"
"Pat's partner. I brung Troopers with me t' relieve Sean, so he can have some fun too."
Slugger turned and looked at the street. A Traffic Service van stood at the curb. The Troopers with it were naked but for boots, belts, and helmets. Two had straddled Pat's and Sean's powercycles, a third was keeping traffic moving, and a fourth was shaking hands with Sean -- the Trooper who'd lost the coin toss. Sean shook hand with the other Troopers around the van, then strode over to Pat.
"Idea's t' get across the point that every-fuckin'-body -- uniforms, civvies, and all -- is just Grog-meat now, and we're fuckin' well goin' t' be sports about bein' eaten," Sarge explained. "All us Troopers stripped down right away, wearin' just enough t' show we're still in uniform."
Slugger found himself smiling. "You looked nakeder than you would wearing nothing at all."
"Yeah? Anyway, the Space Rangers are strippin' down too, but they'll be gettin' eaten in formation, all lined up on the Parade with everybody watchin' on TV. Hey -- isn't that a Ranger over there?"
"Two of 'em," said Danny. "Got a gal with 'em. Her idea t' strip, and they sorta joined in."
"Or maybe their C.O. told 'em t' try for some air time. Some outfits, like the Fire Watch, the Utilities, and the crews out in the Survey stations, they'll strip down too; but they gotta work with the replacement Grog teams for a spell, teachin' them their jobs. When the critters are all checked out, they'll eat the studs they're replacin', probably spacin' them out t' make the fresh meat last."
"That would be weird," said Slugger. He shivered, then took a deep breath. "Being right in with the things, working right along with them, all naked and -- and knowing they're looking you over and wondering how you'd -- taste. Dunno whether it'd be better to get eaten early and get it over with, or wait and watch your buddies get taken, one by one . . ."
Slugger glanced across the little crowd on the sidewalk. Sean was already feeding his glans to the Grojan with the camera. Pat, standing beside Sean, seemed close to orgasm. Slugger asked, "Same set-up for you guys in Traffic?"
"Sort of. With us all stripped down like this, everybody can see we're all ready and willin' t' get eaten. But the Grogs want t' have most of our studs around till the end, so --"
"Must be saving the best for -- for dessert," said Slugger, studying the big man's physique: taut, thick pectorals; bulging deltoids and biceps, . . .
"Nice of ya t' say so, but mostly it's so there'll be a crew of studs t' take hold if things get out of hand. Sure, we're all built pretty good; and the Grogs'll have a good time eatin' us when they do get 'round to eatin' us at the end. A few of us get t' feed our cocks t' the Grogs early, with the TV goin' on about everybody bein' good sports about the whole countdown. We're hopin' we won't have t' force anybody later on; but if we hafta, we hafta."
Slugger looked down at the big Trooper's genitals; as he watched, Sarge's long, thick prong stiffened, stabbing upward from massive testicles. Slugger licked his lips, then asked, "When are you . . . ?"
". . . goin' t' get eaten?" Sarge stroked his hardening shaft. "Soon, real soon."
"Be quite a -- a prize for whichever one takes that spike of yours." Slugger reached for the Trooper's shaft, then hesitated.
"Go on -- it won't bite ya," Sarge chuckled.
Slugger touched the hard shaft, then carefully squeezed it; the sturdy prong throbbed in his hand. He slowly released his grip.
"Danny," said the big Trooper, "what's with the kid on the mail-box?"
"Mike?" Danny slowly grinned. "He -- he won't mind. You wanta -- you know -- take him off before you . . . ?"
"Like t' work on him while a critter's grindin' away on my cock." Sarge rubbed his chest and grinned. "Be more fun, f' sure."
"Well, maybe," said Slugger. "Seen any loose Grojans around lately?"
The big Trooper glanced around. "Supply's runnin' low. There was a little 'un that gave me a squirt of the hard-on spray, but now . . ."
"I -- I was saving that one, sort of," Danny said. He whistled, and a short Grojan trundled over to him. "Sarge, this is Ntai, the Grojan team's batboy. We've been working together, all through the series; and I promised t' try and find somebody -- you know -- hung real big, so . . ."
Sarge put his fists on his hips, expanded his broad chest, and sucked his stomach into a concave ripple of muscle. He tensed his pectorals, twitched his thick shaft, and scowled down at the small Grojan. "Think you're big enough t' take me?"
"But sure. Merely your outside coupling organs will I first eat, and --"
"Merely!" snorted the big Trooper.
"-- and then, into your crotch will I bore, but only a little of the inside organs will I next eat, so that --"
"You're only going t' gut me part way? I thought . . ."
"But sure. Difficult you would be to carry; but only part- way gutted, you can follow me to my nestmates, who will help me finish eating you."
"Ya mean it's just when there's a whole bunch of Grojans takin' down one stud that's it's all the way? And when it's one on one . . ."
". . . that lucky one the best parts will eat . . ."
". . . and the stud'll be gutted all the way later on?"
"It is so." Ntai's feeding tube stretched towards the big Trooper's genitals. "Are you ready now to be eaten?"
"Just a sec." Sarge touched Slugger's prong, patted Danny's shoulder, then gestured toward Mike. "Lemme get organized. See the kid on the mail-box? I'd like t' suck his cock while you're grindin' away on mine."
"You will his organs eat?" asked Ntai.
"No, no. I'll just suck him off till he shoots his load. I'll swallow that much, but . . . C'mon, I'll show ya." The big Trooper ambled to the mail-box; Ntai trundled along beside him.
As Slugger and Danny watched, Sarge stopped in front of Mike and asked, "Okay t' take you off while the critter here's doin' me?"
"Sure, sure; help yourself."
The big Trooper licked Mike's glans for a moment, then eased the long shaft into his mouth, all the way down to the hilt. He sucked, eased back until just Mike's glans was in his mouth, sucked again, then released the youth's shaft and looked back over his shoulder. "Wanta watch up close? The little Grog's 'bout ready t' start on my spike."
Danny said, "C'mon, Slugger; it'll be fun."
"I s'pose so," Slugger growled. He followed Danny across the still-damp, gritty sidewalk and knelt at Sarge's side, his right shoulder brushing the big man's thigh, his nose just inches from the waiting shaft. He sniffed, caught the clean smell of the recent rain touched with sweat from Sarge's balls.
Danny knelt on Slugger's left; Ntai's feeding tube snaked between them and stretched toward its prey, the stubby fingers at its tip spread wide. Sarge's prong twitched, twitched again. Slugger closed his fingers around the base of the Trooper's shaft, steadying it as the circle of grippers closed around the tip. Those grippers walked along the sturdy shaft, pulling Sarge's glans into the feeding tube' open end. Slugger watched the tube tighten, saw a muscular contractions begin to ripple along that tube from tip back toward the Grojan's body.
"Uh -- Ntai -- is that where you're -- working on him?" Slugger asked, releasing his grip on the shaft and pointing to the bulge in the tentacle that marked the Trooper's glans.
"But sure," said Ntai. "The meat of his shaft-tip -- how is it said?"
"His glans," said Danny. He touched the feeding tube, then grasped it at the bulge.
"Of his -- glans -- I now start eating," said Ntai.
"Right here," said Danny. "C'mon, Slugger; put your hand right -- yeah -- there."
Slugger cautiously put his hand where Danny's had been. He felt muscles inside the rubbery tentacle, felt them tighten, relax, and tighten as Ntai began to feed on the Trooper's shaft.
"I can . . ." Slugger took a deep breath and licked suddenly-dry lips. "I can feel you grinding up his -- his glans." He squeezed gently, then released his grip and stood up. "Uh -- how does he taste, anyway?"
"Good and wet . . . is that the word? Juice-filled? Tender and very good, yes," said Ntai. "But the ball-organs . . ."
"Testicles," said Danny. "Just call 'em balls."
"Testicles, yes. Before the agreement to play baseball instead of fighting for the planet, a few humans were captured and eaten. Those who ate reported the -- balls -- are the tasty- most part of humans."
"Kinda evens things out," Slugger mused. "Danny was saying you told him the guys getting eaten said it was a real blast when their balls -- went."
"Right now," Danny said, "with Ntai working just on the end, if Sarge pulled hard enough, his glans would come right off. But once Ntai's teeth bite into the barrel -- you know --"
"That tough sheath underneath?" Slugger nodded his head. "Real strong. Oughta be strong enough to hang a guy by his prong while he was getting eaten."
"Might be fun t' try," said Danny. "Want t' see if you can do it?"
Slugger shivered, stood up, and growled, "The things I almost get myself talked into."
The muscular Trooper raised his head from Mike's shaft and grinned at Slugger. "Critter's really grindin' my meat off now." He gestured at Mike. "Wanta see how the kid tastes 'fore I bring him off?"
Slugger licked his lips. "Well -- okay." He leaned over the youth's rigid prong, opened his mouth, lowered his head, and closed his lips onto Mike's glans. Cautiously, slugger applied suction; the cock-tip swelled in his mouth. He took a few more centimeters of prong into his mouth, sucked again, then jerked back and off just before he gagged. Slugger felt a hand on his own shaft. He looked down and saw Danny ease Slugger's prong into his mouth.
"Takes some gittin' used to," said Sarge. He turned to Mike. "Ya close?"
"Real close," the youth said as he watched his prong slide into Sarge's mouth again. He grinned at Slugger, then asked, "Not your first time, is it?"
"Well -- yeah, and -- thanks for -- thanks a lot." Slugger looked down again; Danny was sucking hard. "First time -- getting taken, too." He watched for a moment, then put his hands on Danny's head and eased the batboy off his throbbing shaft. "Uh -- Danny, lemme work on you for a spell."
Danny bounced to his feet. Slugger put an arm around the youth's shoulders; they moved back a couple of paces from Mike's mail-box. Slugger faced Danny, put his hands on Danny's hips, and dropped to his knees. Carefully, Slugger leaned forward and sucked in the quivering shaft. This time, he managed a dozen or so slow, cautious strokes -- down to the hilt, on back till just the glans was in his mouth -- and he was suddenly gagging again, releasing Danny's prong, and scrambling to his feet.
"Whee," panted Slugger. "Need more practice 'fore I can take you all the way."
"Want me t' -- t' work on you some more?"
"Lemme catch my breath a spell -- okay?" Slugger glanced down his own muscle-sheathed torso, at his and Danny's outthrust shafts, and on up the youngster's etched musculature till their eyes met. Danny grinned; Slugger grinned back, put his right arm around Danny's shoulders; and both looked up to see what was happening around them now.
They saw Bill's scrotum being engulfed, watched him squirm as Gni began to eat the blond announcer's balls. Jake was squirming too, thrusting with his hips at the tentacle that was hungrily gelding him.
Slugger growled, "Looks like it really is a blast. Guys getting nutted -- they're doing okay -- watching and -- and feeling their balls ground up like that, but still . . ." He saw Ken and Rick tensely watching their balls disappear into feeding tubes; saw both men climax again as their testicles were consumed; saw Chung carefully set the controls of the big camera -- now recording Bill's final orgasm -- then, with hands on hips, turned his attention to his own castration.
Every Grojan in sight, Slugger realized, was now working on someone's genitalia, which left a score of people not being eaten. Everyone was naked -- but for a few belts, boots, and caps -- and all the males had lusty erections. Many were servicing each other -- and some of those, like Sarge, sucked on spectators' cocks while their own were being devoured by Grojans. Slugger watched one booted man drop to the lawn, roll onto his back, and raise his thighs. A second man mounted the first man's hips and slid himself in to the hilt. As the second man began to fuck, a third climbed aboard -- and into -- the second. A pair of youths sucking each other off paused to add a third, then two more to make a five-way circle-suck.
One of the recently-arrived Traffic Troopers leaned against his van, eagerly watching as a broad-shouldered blond knelt and began to lick the Trooper's shaft. Another Trooper lay in the back of the open-doored van, thighs spread, impaled on the shaft of a curly-haired young Hercules who stood at the van's tail- gate.
"Dunno if I'd ever get used to it," Slugger grumbled, "working naked 'long with a bunch of the critters, and all the time they'd be kinda sizing you up like a side of beef, thinking how you'd taste, alive and raw and everything. When one finally did get to work, it'd be a relief, getting it over with and shooting two or three times while your shaft's being ground up and eaten, even with a bunch of guys watching and . . ." He took a deep breath. "But that might be better -- getting eaten when they did get 'round to it, all at once -- rather'n like they're doing here, just your sex organs getting eaten, and then having to go somewheres else to finish being gutted, with a hole where your prong oughta be . . . I mean, what can you say if some guy you know sees you like that?"
"What do you say to a guy you know if he's the one who's just been -- you know -- gelded?"
Slugger shook his head. "Anyway, being eaten oughta be interesting, whatever else it is." He faced Danny, put both hands on the youth's shoulders. "Look, just who were you saving Ntai for, kid?"
"Ntai?" Danny looked down at his feet. "Saving? Well, sure, I -- I was kind of saving -- hey, I did help you talk Bill into getting himself and most of his crew eaten on camera, didn't I? And . . ."
"And . . . ?"
". . . and like you said, `Ya gotta go sometime,' and Ntai and me -- it was sort of a bet: if we'd won, Ntai was going to try and fix it up so I'd get to eat Gni, so . . ."
"So?"
Danny looked up and met Slugger's glare. "Well, okay. I was saving you so Ntai could take -- you. Are you . . . ?"
Slugger relaxed his grip on the youth's shoulders. "Might be fun, kinda: watching the little critter work on my -- my prong. And Sarge's sure enjoying it. But -- how about you? Who were you going to feed your shaft to? Ntai, as dessert?"
Danny grinned. "We -- we figured Gni'd go after yours, but if we could get Gni t' take mine first, than Ntai would have a chance to eat yours. But when Bill showed up with his crew . . . well, you know."
"You were gonna feed your prong to Gni, just so Ntai could take mine?"
"Well, it was a bet. And you said . . ."
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Slugger looked down, comparing his own rigid shaft with Danny's. "I dunno who'd come out ahead on that countdown: you're longer --"
"And you're thicker."
"Probably come out even, swapping 'round like that."
Danny said, "That way, it'd be a four-way with friends, 'stead of getting eaten by -- you know -- strangers."
"I s'pose," Slugger sighed. He patted the youth's shoulders, dropped his hands, and smiled reassuringly. Slugger glanced to his left; the red-haired cameraman stood about a meter away, camera hanging from his right hand. "Done already?" asked Slugger.
Red nodded. "Yep. Station cut away just a few minutes ago. I guess one of the other crews has something interesting on the line. Anyway," he went on, shifting his camera back to his shoulder, "Vince and me, we're sorta shorthanded now that four of our crew are feeding Grojans. Can you two help us pack our gear in the van? Then afterwards, maybe . . ."
"Well -- yeah." Slugger licked his lips and asked, "Uh -- are you and Vince going to get eaten in the studio?"
The cameraman grinned and stroked his rigid shaft with his left hand. "We'll go on right after the evening news. Studio's already lined critters to gut us on camera. You want to watch, just stick with us. Right now, we got work to do. Danny, didn't you say you handled one of these rigs in school or something? Maybe --"
"Can I? That'd be neat!"
Red handed his camera to the teen-ager. "Okay, you grab Jake's rig too; Vince'll show you where to stow 'em in the van. Slugger and me, we'll wrestle Chung's unit in."