Casey Shea's eyes glimmered with an insatiable hunger as he gazed upon Ross Federman, his bandmate and fellow Tally Hall member. For weeks now, Ross had been dropping hints, making subtle advances, practically begging to be consumed whole by the ravenous black tie. Casey's stomach growled in anticipation, his mind clouded by lust and desire for his gray-clad companion.

One fateful night, after a powerful performance, Ross cornered Casey backstage. "Casey, I need you," he panted, hands trembling as he grasped the larger man's shoulders. "I want to be inside you. I want to be eaten alive and experience the depths of your hunger."

Casey's instincts took over and he lunged forward, enveloping Ross in an inescapable embrace. His maw stretched wide, jaw unhinging, as he engulfed the smaller drummer in one massive gulp. The taste of Ross's form-fitting suit and tie erupted across his eager tongue as inch after inch of delicious gray disappeared down his gullet.

"GLLKKKKK!! GLLGGGKKK!!" is all that could be heard as Casey's throat visibly bulged from the expanding bulge forcing its way down into his stomach. He could feel every detail - the seams of the jacket, the knot of the tie, the outline of Ross's organs, the gentle twitch of fingers and toes. It was pure bliss.

But their sensual moment was soon shattered by an irate voice. "What the HELL is going on here?!" Joe Hawley burst into the room, his red tie flapping in agitation. His eyes blazed with fury at the sight of Casey's distended belly wriggling with the remains of their bandmate. "SPIT HIM OUT! NOW!!"

Casey whined around his mouthful, unwilling to relinquish his savory treat. But Joe's anger was not to be trifled with. He grabbed Casey by the shoulders and began to shake the black tie violently. "I said SPIT! HIM! OUT!!"

With a reluctant groan, Casey reluctantly heaved. His esophagus clenched as the gray bundle was regurgitated back out onto the floor. Ross coughed and sputtered, his suit slick with digestive slime. Casey moaned at the loss, but Joe cut him off before he could pounce again.

"You absolute buffoon! Have you no ideas about consent?!" Joe raged, planting himself between the predator and his prey. "Ross didn't actually want to be eaten! It was a JOKE! Goofy dumb Casey, falling for it like an idiot!"

Ross stumbled to his feet, straightening his tie. "Y-Yeah, you big oaf, I was TOTALLY just kidding around! What's wrong with you?!"

Casey pouted, a pit of shame forming in his stomach that had nothing to do with the half-digested meal. He knew he was overeager sometimes. Ross's words cut deep. "I... I thought... you wanted..."

"Oh stop trying to justify this you absolute freak!" Joe snapped. "You nearly killed him! Some friend you are!" He turned to Ross and placed a consoling hand on the smaller man's shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll get a hold of the rest of the guys. We'll give this unhinged glutton some space."

Ross nodded weakly, shots of adrenaline still coursing through him. "O-Okay, I think... I think I'll head home for tonight... This isn't sitting well..."

The drummer brushed past the devastated Casey and exited, leaving him alone with an irate Joe. "We're going to get you help," Joe declared firmly. "This hunger of yours is out of control and it's going to get you in real trouble if you keep this up. I'm calling Dr. H."

Casey's stomach clenched at the prospect of the flamboyant, manipulative psychiatrist. He'd never hear the end of it. With a groan, he collapsed back against the wall, utterly defeated. Somehow, he'd find a way to make things right. Somehow, he'd prove he was better than a ravenous, thoughtless beast.

But as Joe stormed off to make the call, Casey couldn't help but let his thoughts wander back to Ross, reliving the taste and texture for just a moment longer. Maybe for now, he'd keep that secret to himself. His secret hunger that could never be tamed.