Max fumbled with the top button of his flannel shirt for a few minutes, but his fingers were too large to neatly unbutton it. Never one to take things calmly, he instead grabbed his shirt at the center and ripped it off his body. Indeed, his hulking, muscular figure had all but destroyed the clothing through its daily use, and it only took one swift tug to remove it completely, revealing the (once-)white wifebeater beneath it. A plethora of stains adorned the tank top and Max's sweat made visible the form of the man's incredible pectoral muscles.
Though Max had in fact removed his hands from Bryan, who was now free to run if he so chose, the boy could only stand and stare speechlessly at the magnificent giant before his eyes. Even as Max took the time to properly remove his undershirt, followed by his jeans, Bryan was struck totally and completely with awe. Suddenly, he became aware of his own naked erection which bowed meekly to his stepfather. He threw his hands forward to hide it, but it had already been seen.
The room quaked with Max's laughter, "Oh, do you like what you see?" Bryan wanted to look down with shame, but he still could not tear his eyes from the greater man's body. "And," Max continued, "is that what passes for a cock today?" Max pointed at Bryan's fully erect penis, which measured just about 5.5 inches. "Let me show you what a real man's meat looks like." With that, Max brought his hands to his boxer shorts and pulled them down. At first Bryan was confused-- Max's penis was not much larger than his own. Perhaps an inch more. That's when it became apparent to him that his stepfather was in fact flaccid.
"Before you get the wrong idea and think you're safer than you are, I am still going to eat you; I'm just not sure when. Until then, I think I can find good use for you. Right now, for example, I would like to see you try to wrap your mouth around my fat cock."
Bryan considered his options. On the one hand, he could at least maintain some dignity if he was going to be killed anyway. He could say no and die with some pride in himself.
On the other hand, Max had eviscerated Bryan's self-image to such an extent that he may not be able to recover after all. And besides, he felt compelled to suck on the man's impressive dick-- and not just the dick, either. Every inch of Max's body seemed perfect. From the round but hard belly to the enormous pecs; from the great, bulbous muscles that rippled along his fuzzy arms to the gigantic, unwashed feet that tempted Bryan with their smell. He wasn't sure what Max was-- more animal or more god, but Bryan was becoming more and more certain that he himself was nothing but a slave to the great being who stood before him.
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