The marble flooring of a hotel lobby.

An elevator with the buttons 5,6,7 lit up.

A single door number which could be part of many.

The door, open just crack with the do not disturb sign slid underneath.

And finally, a naked selfie.

Lance looked at the images he'd taken and wondered if they were too revealing. The app Finders Keepers required users take four or five pictures of themself and their location so that preds in the area could, potentially, find them. There was a 15 or 30 minute window that users selected before the waiting game commenced. If you lived, users gained points that they could convert into cash and which placed them higher up on the app's scoreboard. To keep it fair, preds had to pay for the app and prey could earn money at the potential cost of their life. Verse guys, like Lance, could use their points to embark on hunts of their own. Lance enjoyed this middle ground. He mostly identified as a predator, but the thrill of waiting to be found by a fellow alpha was simply too much for him to ignore. Hence his current position of kneeling naked in his hotel room in anticipation for someone finding him. Lance ran a hand through his curvy brown hair and sat back on his ass which was as curvy as the rest of his body. His cock jutted out from his smooth milky thighs, already leaking from anticipation of what could happen. He uploaded the images to Finders Keepers, clicked commence hunt, and waited for the timer to begin. 15 minutes was all he was risking. Lance enjoyed the thrill but he wasn't stupid. The death stats on 30 minutes were so much higher than 15 minutes and Lance liked playing his chances right. With the timer starting, Lance, as always, had to resist grabbing his cock. The rush of adrenaline was so much that Lance knew a few strokes was all he needed to orgasm and he wanted to avoid that just in case someone did find him. A few minutes passed. Lance watched the timer tick down along with the flurry of messages that appeared on his phone's screen from others on the app who followed him.

“Wish I was there, been hunting your ass for a while now.”

“Fucking hot. About to go live myself!.”

“Pssh, easy win for you with those hints.”

Lance grinned. They were the same usual messages that appeared when he put himself on the line but they still made him smirk. As the timer ticked down he couldn't help but be wary at every noise that emerged in the hotel corridor. Each minute felt like an excited lifetime in which his fate hung in the balance. Finally, when the timer hit zero, Lance let out a sigh of relief and gave his cock a few victory strokes. The app lit up and points rolled in, raising his rank and making him an even more appealing catch. When the points finished tallying, Lance's profile was gifted another 'hunt" token, meaning he could now be the one on the prowl. Relieved at yet another successful endeavour, Lance unpacked his suitcase and took a brief inventory of his hotel room - double bed, TV, mini fridge and a large window overlooking the city. He was travelling for work in a city he wasn't familiar with but he didn't mind. Most days he only had a few client meetings to attend and the other time he could spend on his back in his hotel room. This evening though Lance had a different plan. Hotels were often great hunting grounds and Lance usually came back from these trips thicker and fuller than ever. After a quick shower Lance opened up Finders Keepers and looked at who was online. The app worked to a user's location and usually only prey in close vicinity would appear. In a big hotel like this one that meant there was a good chance there'd be other prey risking their lives for the app. Finders Keepers had been out a few years but it wasn't until it added monetary benefits for prey that it really took off. Before that there was no incentive for prey to take part in the app's proclivities. Whilst many might get a thrill from risking their life, for prey, it was really no different to simply existing, where every day was an exercise in mere survival. When the chance to earn money became available, guys from around the world were suddenly interested in putting their lives on the line for a quick 15 minute thrill. The more a prey put themselves on the line then the more money they could earn. It was certainly alluring and prey all over the world were now trying to emulate the select few who'd managed to make a living from the app. Not that many were successful. Most guys only had so much luck and eventually found themselves at the mercy of the pred who found them. Lance had signed up a year ago with five of his close friends. Three of them were digested within six months and one other retired after getting cold feet. Lance loved it though. The thrill was like nothing else. Surviving a countdown was incredible and finding another prey was a thrill in and of itself. Speaking of which, Lance had a good feeling this hotel might offer up some good hunting. Lance opened Finders Keepers and got a look at what was on offer. The town was busy, that was for sure, but he wanted to stick to the hotel if possible. Lance looked for guys whose avatars stated they were within 1km of himself. He scanned through the hints hoping to catch a glimpse of something he recognised. Nothing was catching his eye. That looked like a different hotel, those hints could have been of anything, that window reflection was just a bit too vague. But then he spotted what he needed. A sign from this very hotel detailing the floors of the building. Bingo. It wouldn't have been very obvious to Lance if the next picture wasn't one of a glass screen door leading into a brightly lit room. It had to be the spa and gym Lance thought. This guy had given the game away too early. Lance felt a surge of arousal in his loins. He loved the hunt, sometimes more than he loved risking his life through the app. Checking the guy's profile didn't help alleviate his arousal. Tall, slim and hung, the guy must have only been in his early twenties."The young ones are so stupid sometimes," Lance thought.

The next image confirmed Lance's suspicions of where the prey was hiding. A close-up picture of a blue plastic wristband, the kind people used in gyms and locker rooms, or in this case, a spa. Well, this guy was about to get a deep full body massage. Lance grabbed the robe from his hotel room and with that in hand, made his way to the elevator towards the spa. He had around 9 minutes to find his prey, plenty of time, Lance knew. In the elevator Lance took another look at the prey. The guy was hot there was no doubt to that - short cropped blonde hair and a jawline that looked like it was cut for a Greek statue. Lance was more into older guys but as a meal this cutie would suit Lance just fine. The reception at the spa was empty when Lance arrived, a good thing considering he had been trying to hide the bulge in his pants with the robe he'd grabbed. The spa was still open for a few hours so Lance signed in, name, room number and time entering, then headed into the locker room to scope out his hunt. On his way there Lance saw the glass door from his prey's photo. It led to another area for massages but that service had ended an hour ago. A red herring of a clue maybe. Perhaps the prey had wanted to misdirect his hunters to a closed off area but tact dictated that prey hide themselves somewhere everyone could access - not behind locked or closed off areas. The changing rooms then. Four rows of lockers separated the front of the changing rooms and Lance could hear the dripping of faucets from the showers in the back. There was nowhere private to get changed so Lance scouted the rows quickly, saw the one locker that was closed and assumed his prey was hiding somewhere nearby. He doubted he'd have gone into the spa itself, the pool and jacuzzi would be too open and who wanted to hide themselves in a sauna or steam room? Instead, Lance made his way to the showers, carefully peeking inside through the inches wide gaps that the shower curtains offered. He casually approached them, walking by steadily to avoid any awkward encounters with people who were simply cleaning themselves. Luckily the place was dead so when Lance saw the smooth milky skin of a young man through the gap in the curtain he smiled to himself. He double checked the app's picture just to be sure, saw enough of what he recognised, then turned and opened the curtain fully.

"Gotcha!" Lance said, instantly cringing at the use of the word.

"Awh fuck, no way!," the young man groaned. He was every bit as hot as the picture indicated. Lance was instantly aroused as he took full measure of the young man. He was slimly built but had enough definition to be a twink going on twunk. The young man's cock hung nicely past his balls and glistened with beads of moisture from the recent shower. When Lance took his phone out the robe he was wearing the young man shouted at him to stop.

"No you don't have to press that!."

But it was too late. Lance had opened Finders Keepers, saw the notification that he was within the required distance from the prey, then clicked claim. Lance didn't like to wait. He'd heard enough prey make speeches about how the hunter didn't have to claim them, how they could let them live, but what was the point in using the app if you did that?

"Sorry man but no way I'm letting a guy like you go."

"You still could! I'd let you fuck me," the prey tried one last time.

"Thanks for the offer but I'm a bottom. And you can't get away once you've been found. The app will put a target on your back of your location for every pred in the area. Kinda like a deterrent for any who decide to run."

"I didn't know that."

"Yeah gotta read T&Cs. Had a friend who tried to duck out on a pred. Made it about six hours before he was melting in a pred's balls. So yeah....you're fucked."

The prey's gulp was audible.

"So User13526, are you ready?," Lance grinned, reeling off the prey's generic username.

"The name's Caleb and not really, but, fuck let's do this. Just lemme text my boyfriend, I was gonna use the money to surprise him with a weekend trip or something nice."

"Well he'll be getting a surprise still that's for sure. You done?."

Caleb hit send and sighed. "Yeah....I guess."

"Great!."

Lance was boastful, he didn't mean to be, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to eating this tasty snack.

Quickly Lance disrobed and shucked off his swimming shorts. His cock bobbed in front of him, hard and eager.

"Thought you were a pred," Caleb said, looking at Lance's cock.

Lance actually blushed. Compared to Caleb he was shorter and far less endowed.

"Not all preds are hung, you know. Never been able to get the extra inches like some preds do."

"Shame. Great ass though."

"Thanks. Glad you like it. Time to get a closer look."

Lance grabbed Caleb by his hair and directed the twunk to his knees. Lance might not have had the cock of a pred but he had a pred's strength and he easily directed the young man to the floor.

Looking behind him Lance saw that Caleb's cock was resting limply on the floor of the shower room. He thought about asking Caleb if he wanted to get off one last time but he figured the twunk had shot his last load. Instead he held the back of Caleb's head in place and sat back. He saw Caleb's eyes go wide as the twunk began to try and move his head away from Lance's ass but it was no use. Caleb had nowhere to go and Lance's ass quickly engulfed the twunk's head with ease. Lance heard Caleb utter a final plea of desperation before his ass swallowed the young man's head up his neck. Caleb was starting to struggle quite a bit so Lance decided to speed things up, quickly squatting and forcing Caleb's shoulders and upper body into his hole. The quick movement forced Lance forward and he fell into the shower curtain, landing on the floor with his upper body in the changing room, while his ass and the rest of Caleb dangled in the shower. Luckily the place was dead, so Lance didn't bother getting back into the privacy of the shower. He let his ass steadily suck up the rest of Caleb who continued to squirm futilely as he was eaten. It didn't take long and soon Lance was sucking Caleb's feet into his hole as his gut protruded off of the tiling of the locker room floor. Lance struggled up off the floor with an exasperated sigh. Caleb had started struggling earnestly inside his gut and Lance grinned when he saw visible hand prints stretch his already taut skin.

"Poor guy really doesn't wanna be digested," Lance muttered to himself, ultimately paying little mind to how his meal was faring. Instead he grabbed Caleb's phone, cursing when he noticed it was locked by a pin. He had wanted to send Caleb's boyfriend a personal update but Lance was sure the partner would find out through Finders Keepers soon enough. He then searched Caleb's locker, looking through the twunk's wallet for cash, nothing nowadays with everything being digital, and got disappointed that Caleb was simply a member of the hotel's spa and gym and wasn't actually staying at the establishment. Shrugging, Lance redressed into his shorts, filled Caleb's locker with his own belongings and made his way to the sauna to relax and digest his latest meal. In the sauna, after throwing an extra half a dozen ladles of water onto the hot stones, Lance felt Caleb slowly respond to the increase in temperature. Over the course of 45 minutes, Lance's gut went into overdrive as it got to work on Caleb whose struggles became more and more pronounced over time. Lance knew this was a dirty trick but it was a good way to digest a guy quickly - if not rather intensively - and Lance thought he'd prefer to get melted quickly rather than over the course of hours. Caleb however seemed to disagree. The twunk fought desperately for over half an hour, his faint groans drowned out by the gurgling pops and cracks that Lance's stomach produced. As Lance was getting ready to leave the sauna he felt Caleb surge violently one last time before a loud gurgle filled the sauna and the solid form of the twunk began to soften.

"Oh there you go bud. See that wasn't too bad," Lance joked.

On his way back to his hotel room, Lance updated his Finders Keepers profile and changed Caleb's status to 'Digesting'. The twunk's profile picture had already been automatically changed to have a red skull and crossbones on it and Lance saw the influx of messages start to flood his own page.

“Damn dude you bagged a hottie this time.”

“It's actually a shame to digest guys that hot.”

“Ha saw his pics and knew exactly where he was. Shame I'm not in town or I would have dumped him.”

“RIP.”

Lance grinned. It had been a good day in his books. Firstly, and most importantly, he'd managed to avoid being eaten, and secondly he'd eaten a cute guy. The only thing to do now was head up to the room, stick some trash TV on and fall asleep to the sounds of his gut finishing off the rest of Caleb. Well that and one other thing.

It was 5am when Caleb decided to make his reappearance. Lance cursed the twunk's insistence as he got up, naked and sporting a raging hard-on. He'd been dead to the world and that sleep had been disturbed. With work meetings starting early, Lance knew he'd be especially tired come the afternoon. Still, a little fatigue wasn't going to stop Lance from enjoying this. Sitting his shapely ass on the porcelain toilet seat, Lance moaned softly as he felt what was left of Caleb begin to press at his ass.

"Oh fuck," Lance muttered as his ass began to stretch from the sheer width of the shit he was taking. It took a few pushes - Caleb was not being very co-operative, something which amused Lance considering how unwilling he'd been in the end - but eventually a football sized mass of shit tumbled out of Lance and into the toilet. Lance breathed a sigh of relief as a bead of precum dripped from his cock, but there was more of Caleb to come, a lot more. By 6am Lance had just about finished pushing out what was left of the twunk. Finally, with one last push, Lance dumped Caleb's skull into the bowl, cleaned himself up and stood up to admire his handiwork.

"Not so hot now huh,' Lance laughed and snapped a picture of the steaming bowl. He uploaded it to Caleb's profile and watched as the twunk was moved into the "Dead, Digested and Dumped," tab on the app, just another profile picture to be lost amongst the countless other guys who had tried their luck too often. Lance wondered if he'd ever end up on that tab.

The rest of the day was, as Lance expected, quite tiring. He plateaued around lunchtime due to his early morning activities but had to put on a warm and effusive personality for his client meetings. That required effort when all Lance really wanted to do was take an early break back at his hotel room. What was worse was when his client invited Lance out to dinner following their meeting, a request he couldn't refuse, seeing as he was attempting to butter up this particular individual for a major sale's package. As such, Lance, internally reluctant but outwardly enthusiastic, agreed.

By the time Lance was back in his hotel room, he was exhausted and ready for bed. Usually he'd stay up and scroll through grindr for some dick but it had been a particularly tiring day and he needed the sleep. Tomorrow, he thought, as he drifted off in bed.

The rest of the work trip was equally as tiring. Lance's boss kept adding additional meetings to his calendar so that his day was filled to the brim with face to face appointments with clients. It was exhausting. Lance was even worried that his boss had started to suspect him of slacking off during these trips. Lance might have boasted to a few colleagues once about how much dick he usually got when he travelled for work.

Dinner that evening was with a group of company executives who were interested in a partnership with a business Lance was representing. The deal would land Lance a major bonus so he was putting in the time and effort, even if all he wanted to do was pass out back at the hotel. Luckily a member of the dinner group seemed to share Lance's sense of fatigue.

Dixon was loud, brash and straightforward, something Lance appreciated when it came to dealmaking.

"We'll sign it first thing come Monday then you can enjoy that fat bonus and these execs will stop harassing me about more market exposure," Dixon joked then slapped Lance on the back. The table descended into individual conversations and Lance was left with this lumberjack of a man to talk to.

"Where you staying?," Dixon asked, topping up Lance's wine glass with a fresh bottle. Lance was already buzzed and knew he'd be sporting a bad head tomorrow.

"The Mayfair, just a few streets away," Lance said.

"Oh I know it," Dixon answered. "Good for hunting," Lance looked shocked and Dixon grinned.

"Saw the Finders Keepers app on your phone earlier. Don't worry, fellow member here."

Lance was shocked but just for a moment. Plenty of people were on the app though maybe not during work hours.

"Yeah honestly I need to do something a little more invigorating when I'm travelling for work. Meetings and conferences get a bit boring, you know."

Lance did know. His main scores on Finders Keepers had been claimed while travelling for work but he'd never bumped into another user like this before. He felt himself get slightly aroused.

"Conferences are great for it," Lance replied, "lots of guys wanting to take a risk." .

"Absolutely. Nothing better than scrolling the app while listening to some marketing BS and then going to find a guy in the bathrooms. Usually get my dick wet too," Dixon said with an obvious bulge growing in his suit pants. Lance blushed and caught the man's eyes.

An hour later, after the check had been picked up and everyone had said their goodbyes, Lance was kneeling down naked on his hotel bed, squeezing the sheets with white knuckle fists and groaning as Dixon stretched out his ass with a cock nearing double digits. The fucking was tremendous, the kind of brutal ass reaming that Lance was desperate for and which ended with him cumming handsfree all over the bedsheets. Dixon's stamina was more relentless so Lance serviced the large man with his mouth as Dixon drank a room service beer. Lance ran his hands over Dixon's muscled gut and marvelled at how many people had once been coursing through it as food and nutrients. Lance was a pred, but Dixon was way ahead of him on the food chain. When he was close to cumming Lance squatted down on Dixon's cock and let the bear unload into his hole. Dixon groaned and slapped Lance's ass before sliding out.

"You fly back tomorrow," Lance asked as Dixon was buttoning up his shirt.

"Yeah. Early morning or I'd say we should do this again. Was hoping to grab a bite as well but I doubt I'll have time."

"That is a shame," Lance replied. He was naked lounging in bed and scrolling through the Finders Keepers app. Seeing Dixon had made him hungry for another meal but he knew he'd have to earn another hunt token and put himself up as prey. He usually wouldn't risk it twice in one location but his urges were tempting him.

"Might see if I can find someone tomorrow after my meetings. Finish the trip with a bang," Lance said.

"Risky for a verse like you," Dixon smiled.

"I'm sure I'll regret it one day. When's your flight?," Lance asked.

"8am, don't worry. I'll be long gone by the time you post up."

Lance laughed. At least that was one risk he could avoid.

The next day was thankfully quiet. Lance slept well, had two meetings and was able to spend the remainder of the day relaxing back at the hotel. He told his boss the good news about landing the deal with Dixon's company and then spent a few hours at the hotel's spa, melting into the hot tub and spa and making himself hungry when he saw a hot guy go by. That evening Lance decided to forgo dinner and found himself once again naked in his hotel room getting ready to post himself on Finders Keepers. He used different pictures but when you posted from the same location the app made it so your previous images were still available. Lance's heart raced as he got ready to go live. 15 minutes wasn't that long he knew, but it all depended on how many preds were in the area looking for a meal. His cock was throbbing and he felt close to cumming just from the rush alone. Lance knew he'd have to be careful. He was always horny every time he posted up on the app, but since he'd never risked it twice in the same location, something about the inherent danger was sending him close to the edge. Unfortunately for Lance, as soon as he clicked commence hunt, the adrenaline was simply too much for him.

"No...fuck, don't cum," Lance groaned as his cock twitched and began shooting thick ropes all over his hotel room's door and carpet.

"Fuck, idiot," he complained as he checked the app's timer. Still 13 minutes to go. Shit, Lance knew it was going to feel even longer now that his libido was going down. Unfortunately Lance didn't have to wait too long. When the hotel room door opened, Lance jumped back in shock, barely having time to realise what it meant for him, then gaped his mouth when Dixon appeared in the doorway.

"What the fuck, Dixon?," Lance said. It was only shen he noticed the phone in Dixon's hand that Lance's heart dropped.

Dixon laughed. Stepping through the door and unbuttoning his pants the man looked the height of predatory. Lance crawled backwards. He realised that the emotions he was feeling now were the same as those of many of the people he'd eaten himself. Lance didn't like it.

"You said you were leaving this morning," Lance said.

Dixon stepped out of his pants, his cock semi and swinging between his thick thighs. His globular ass cheeks jiggled as he walked towards Lance with a hungry look on his face.

"Yeah I lied," Dixon said bluntly. "I just wanted to see where you were staying. When you said you were verse I was hoping you'd go live again and honestly I'm terrible at piecing the clues together."

Lance was devastated. He felt used and played. The sex last night had simply been a formality so that Dixon would know his room number.

"Don't worry, I still enjoyed fucking you but yeah...sorry."

Dixon now towered above Lance who had scrambled into the corner of the room near the bed.

"You could always let me go," Lance tried.

Dixon actually laughed. "Man the amount of times I've heard that."

"Yeah...I know," Lance agreed then had to fight back the urge to beg for survival. His heart hadn't stopped racing and he felt slightly sick. Lance knew from experience that the next hours of his life were going to suck. He heard the notification of Dixon claiming his hunt and sighed.

"You ready?, Dixon asked.

"Not really," Lance admitted. He saw Dixon's cock twitch at his words and he felt a wave of horror course through him.

"Well that doesn't really matter does it?" Dixon turned around. His ass was easily bigger than Lance's head and was coated in a thin layer of fur that was thicker in between his cheeks. When Dixon sat back Lance had enough time to see the cheeks part and watch as Dixon's surprisingly tight ring came nearer to his face. Lance never thought he'd beg, but when the time came he did.

"Fuck no! Wait please," he had enough time to cry. He went to turn away but Dixon's meaty arm grabbed his head and forced Lance into his ass. Lance felt Dixon's ring open up and suck in his head and shoulders in one smooth go. Lance pounded against Dixon's legs as best he could but exhaustion set in after only a few seconds. Whether it was the adrenaline or shock he didn't know, but regardless, Lance was soon spent. Dixon was able to easily squat down and claim the rest of Lance in under a minute. Dixon slurped up Lance's legs while he was still standing and moaned as he felt his hole close over the young man who was now almost fully deposited into Dixon's stomach. Dixon updated Lance's status to digesting, then stripped off completely and settled down on the hotel room's bed. It was customary to use another prey's room if the opportunity presented itself.

Lance knew exactly what Dixon was doing. The man had hardly moved since he'd eaten Lance so that must have meant that he was settling into Lance's room for the night. At least Lance knew exactly which toilet he was going to end up in, he thought. The first hours of digestion weren't terrible but the cramped enclosure of Dixon's stomach still meant that Lance's body was contorted in a painful manner. As the night progressed though Dixon's stomach became a veritable hell for Lance who tried to struggle against the searing heat and internal pressure but was never able to find any sort of comfort within the gut.

Dixon felt and heard Lance's struggles as he dozed in and out of consciousness to an old film on TV. His gut wobbled as Lance fought weakly within in. When the crunches and deep rumbling started Dixon knew it would only be a matter of minutes until Lance was gone. Finally with a loud high pitched moan and an even louder crunch, Lance stopped fighting and gave in.

Dixon moaned the same moan of pleasure that he always felt when he digested another person. He had liked Lance but that wasn't going to stop him eating the young man. Anyone on Finders Keepers was fair game to Dixon. It didn't take long for Dixon to fall asleep. The sloshing sounds of sensations of Lance's partially digested form probably helped.

In the morning Dixon woke up and prepared to help Lance "check out." He quickly checked his work emails using his phone to make sure he wasn't needed anywhere then went to acquaint Lance with his new home. A few minutes later he was naked on the toilet furiously stroking his cock. He couldn't help it, he loved this part. He felt Lance snake out of his ass in a huge solid mass that instantly filled the bowl to the brim.

"Knew you'd be a clogger," Dixon moaned.

He hovered over the toilet, not bothering to flush, and shat out the rest of Lance, who piled high over the seat in girthy solid clumps that contained nothing resembling the once attractive young man. Finishing up, Dixon cleaned up, snapped a picture for posterity and moved Lance over to the "Dead, Digested and Dumped," tab on the app. Lance's profile briefly appeared at the top of the tab then was lost amongst the sea of profiles who had been ended alongside Lance that very morning.