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Pocket-Sized
Nathan couldn't believe that his ruse had worked! He had talked the dorm's RA into letting him to the dorm room that Chad and Thad shared. The two jocks weren't related biologically, but they were both dumb jock bros who were barely passing any classes and only remained at college because they were star players on the football team. The twinky nerdy Nathan had a crush on the two jocks, but even if they were gay or bi, which was highly unlikely, they probably wouldn't go for someone like him. Nathan was ostensibly there to tutor the two jocks, which was why the RA had let him in so easily.
However, the real reason Nathan was in their dorm room was so that he could sniff the jocks' dirty clothes. As he had expected, the two of them didn't do laundry often, and so a plethora of dirty clothes remained scattered around the dorm room floor. It did take a minute or so of searching, but eventually Nathan found two pairs of jocks from two separate piles, so he assumed that he had one of Chad's and one of Thad's. He had made sure to lock the door after he was let in, so he took out his cock and began stroking it as he huffed the dirty and musky jockstraps.
As he moaned and groaned in ecstasy from sniffing those dirty musky jocks, the jocks that normally wore them opened their dorm room door. Of course they had locked it when they had left for practice, so that wasn't strange, but what was strange was the rando in their room half-naked and huffing their dirty musky jockstraps.
"Hey, bro, what the fuck!?" Chad screamed.
"Yeah, bro, what the fuck are ya doing!?" Thad added.
"Oh, well, uh, I can explain!" Nathan blurted out, trying desperately to come up with an explanation that made a lick of sense.
"Yeah, we know what you're doing, fag," Chad noted.
"And we don't like fags like you sneaking into our dorm room and getting off on our dirty clothes, isn't that right, Chad?" Thad asked.
"That's right, Thad, and I think this nerdy fag here needs to be punished." Nathan was a bit conflicted in the moment, having pulled up his pants and underwear but still trapped in the room with the two jocks. What they had in store in him just might turn him on even more and lead to a never-ending cycle of humiliation. What the jocks did next shocked Nathan a little bit, though, as Thad, the one in the red shorts, gave Nathan a bearhug, holding him firmly in place as Chad went over to one of the closets in the room. Nathan could smell the musk wafting from Thad's pits and the rest of his body, and he tried pretty hard to get his boner to subside.
Chad rifled around at the bottom of the closet, seemingly unlocking a false bottom. Nathan was a bit shocked when Chad presented a vial filled with a red bubbling liquid to him.
"I bet you don't know what this is, huh, don't ya, ya nerd?" Nathan shook his head in agreement, in that he didn't know why a jock like Chad would be hiding some chemistry equipment in their room. "Well, it's a secret formula that I had a nerd like you make for us in case there was ever another one who wanted to sniff our dirty jocks or do something else with us, isn't that right, Thad?"
"Yeah, Chad, we've kept the formula hidden for a few weeks now, but you were the first unlucky bastard to try to pull one over on us, so we're gonna have some fun with you. Open up, nerd!" The two jocks chuckled as Thad continued the bearhug, leaving no room for Nathan to struggle or try to escape. Meanwhile, Chad plugged Nathan's nose shut, and the nerdy twink eventually had to open his mouth to breathe. When that happened, about thirty seconds later, Chad seized the opportunity and poured the entire contents of the vial down Nathan's throat. The changes as a result of whatever in the vial started to happen quite quickly.
Nathan felt himself getting smaller and smaller, even as the pressure Thad was giving as part of the bearhug was seemingly getting stronger and stronger. Eventually, Nathan was able to sneak out of the bearhug, but then immediately tripped over himself, his clothes seemingly the same size as before and not changing to match Nathan's new frame. As he tried to get to his feet again, he found it more and more difficult to do as the world around him was seemingly getting bigger and bigger by the second. It was then that it finally clicked for the nerd, and an extremely high-pitched voice due to his new size, he yelled at the two jocks.
"Why the fuck are you shrinking me, guys!? I don't want to be some little person! We can work this out! I can actually tutor you, do your homework, anything else you want me to do, just make me big again!" As Nathan said that, he was getting smaller and smaller with every word, eventually falling through one of his pant legs and onto the ground. He wasn't microscopic by any means, but he hoped that he was small enough to evade capture by the jocks and escape. Unfortunately for Nathan, he had just about finished shrinking by the time he got to the door, and he found that he was just too big, ironically, to sneak out under the door frame, even if he was on his stomach. Chad, who had taken off his shirt alongside Thad, and was wearing some black shorts, then picked up the tiny and shrunken Nathan and placed him on the desk that they had in the dorm room.
"We're gonna have so much fun with you!" Chad chuckled.
"Yes, Chad, that's right, bro. You know, I've always fantasized about a chick being this side and playing with my body. I guess a dude isn't as bad, but we're definitely the ones in control, aren't we, Chad?"
"Yeah, Thad, we're gonna make this nerd here into our lil' bitch!" Both jocks laughed at the pun while Nathan was freaking the fuck out. He hoped that the two jocks weren't into vore/cannibalism or even sounding. Those two would just be going too far, and while Nathan didn't express that to the two jocks, Thad and Chad secretly agreed with him. They were going to have some fun with the pocket-sized Nathan in some other ways. They began by pulling down their shorts and underwear and freeing their cocks.
Both jocks, unsurprisingly, had monster cocks which were quickly getting hard in anticipation of having fun with Nathan. Their cocks were now bigger than Nathan was once they got fully hard, even though they were both around eight inches long with a sizable amount of girth to them as well. Chad picked up Nathan and then placed him on his shaft. Nathan would have been pretty turned on by this if he didn't realize what was going to happen next. Chad then began stroking his dick, as well as Nathan.
Nathan was rubbed up and down Chad's shaft, quickly being covered in dick sweat and grease. His own extremely tiny dick was getting hard as well, but the pleasure was much more geared towards Chad, who was enjoying the very unorthodox sex toy. Surprisingly, Nathan wasn't injured at all by being constantly rubbed against two different sets of skin, although he did get quite greasy by the time that he switched over to Thad's cock. The same thing happened, although it was a bit smoother now that he had all of that dick grease on him. Thad was a bit rougher while jerking off, but still no injuries to Nathan as the jocks had their way with him.
A few minutes later, Thad was a bit closer to cumming but had tired of his new sex toy already. "What are we gonna do with him next?" he asked Chad, holding Nathan securely in his palm.
"Hmm, I think I have a plan!" Chad chuckled, as he looked around the room for a box or container or something similar. He soon found an Amazon box that had been opened already in the mess of a room and placed Nathan inside of it. The box was big enough and Nathan was so small enough that he couldn't escape from the box easily, and even when Chad rotated it 90 degrees or so, there still wasn't enough room on the sides for Nathan to sneak out. Thad was a bit puzzled by what his bro had in mind, but it wasn't too long before Chad let out a long thick juicy protein fart.
PPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!
The noxious fumes washed over Nathan and invaded his nostrils as he was getting hotboxxed in a literal box. Thankfully for him, Chad couldn't fart on command, but the humiliation of the fart would be with him for quite some time. However, he had neglected to anticipate that Thad also needed to fart pretty soon too, and with a delicate maneuver, Chad transferred the box over to behind Thad's ass seconds before the jock let one rip.
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTRRRRRRRRRR!
Somehow, the noxious fumes from Thad's fart were even worse than Chad's. After letting Nathan stew in the fumes for a few more minutes, Chad removed the box from Thad's ass and placed Nathan back on the desk again.
"What other sick and perverted things do you have planned for me!?" Nathan asked, screaming his question in hopes that the jocks would hear him. His voice was extremely high-pitched now but just low enough that the jocks could still hear him and respond.
"Well, I'm sure we can come up with some more sick and perverted things to do with you, but it's about time to introduce you to your new friend," Chad noted.
"Oh yeah, that will be a fun time, and it'll give us even more time to come up with new ways to have fun with you guys!"
"You guys!?" Nathan thought to himself. "Did they already shrink down someone else?" His worst fears were confirmed when he was picked up and taken over to the closet, which had a drawer on the bottom. It was mostly empty, with some water in a bowl and a bowl full of human food on one side and two other shrunken-down males on the other side. Nathan was dropped inside, not enough to cause any lasting injury but to further add to his humiliation.
"Say hello to your new roommates! We haven't bothered learning your name yet, but we'll ask you the next time we wanna have fun with you!" Thad noted as Chad closed the drawer, leaving the three pocket-sized males in total darkness. Nathan couldn't believe that he had been deigned to such a strange fate. It was weirdly erotic but he had a lot of other things going for him in life, such as a recent acceptance into a Ph.D. program. All of that would be ruined now, just because he was too fucking horny.
He started coming over to use your wifi. Now he doesn't knock. He just walks in, drops into the chair, and puts his feet on your face while he works. Somehow he ended up owning your place without asking. You stopped pretending you mind.
If the foot still faggot can stay in that position as the straight guy's footstool for 3 hours without shaking and getting weak and collapsing, the fag gets to sniff the straight guy's sweaty stinking socked feet for 5 minutes.
You hooked up with him online and you thought you were coming over for hot sex. He was a DOM and you were definitely a horny sub. But when you got there you ended up spending all your time with his sweaty stinking socks feet on your face. As a ruse he tied your hands behind your back when you first got there saying it was for fun. But you had no idea that it was a trap, you there with your face as his footstool for the whole weekend.
“I told you that I’m hairy, bro,” my buddy Garrett smiled, lifting up his t-shirt in the middle of the convenience store as he revealed his gorgeous pelt to me, driving me wild. The top of his CK briefs were peeking out flirtatiously above the waistband of his jeans, adding to my lust for him. “I’m furry as fuck now,” he stated the obvious.
Garrett and I were best buds all through high school, but had been apart for our first year of college. We had planned this road trip and a week at the beach to kick off our summer together again. And though nothing had changed between Garrett and me during our year apart, it was clear that he had changed in one significant way—his hairy chest.
“I—I don’t understand,” I said, trying not to salivate over the furry forest that had sprouted upon my buddy’s chest and abdomen. “Your chest was as smooth as a baby’s butt a year ago.”
“I know,” he laughed, still holding up his shirt with one hand as he ran his fingers through his luscious body hair. “It was like someone dumped Miracle Grow on my chest about a month into college. Overnight, I was suddenly hairy. My dad said it was the same for him at my age.”
“That’s crazy,” I replied, attempting to resist the urge to give his man fur a thorough tongue bath. “You’re definitely as hairy as your dad now.”
“Dude—that’s why I need to find a pack of razors in this place,” Garrett finally lowered his shirt and began to scan the shelves of the convenience store. “I gotta shave it all off before we get to the beach. The bitches aren’t going to dig all this body hair.”
And then he started to walk towards the clerk at the front of the store, a burly man with a beard and hairy arms covered in tattoos. “Hey, dude—?” Garrett called out to the clerk. “Where do you keep the razors?”
“In the back, opposite the beer case,” the clerk replied, pointing. “They’re with the toiletries and first-aid shit.”
“No—don’t,” I blurted out grabbing Garrett by the arm, forgetting myself. “Don’t shave off all that fur. It’s hot as fuck on you.”
“Wait—what? My body hair is hot as fuck to you?” Garrett cocked his head to one side, his face scrunched up in confusion. “Dude—why would you fucking say that?”
“Jesus,” I exhaled, unable to look my buddy in the eye. “I had planned to tell you when we got to the beach. I’m—well, you see—I’m—”
“Gay,” Garrett blurted out the word when it failed to cross my lips. “Yeah, bro. I know that you’re gay.”
“Wait—how did you know?” I demanded in shock. “I’ve only come out to a few of my new friends back at school. My family doesn’t even know yet.”
“Dude,” Garrett smiled broadly, putting a reassuring hand upon my shoulder. “I’ve known for a long time that you’re gay. You’ve never had any interest in girls or scoring pussy. And it’s pretty obvious that you’ve got a crush on me.”
“Christ,” I groaned, turning three shades of red. “Am I really that transparent?”
“Yeah,” Garrett laughed. “But I don’t mind. I guess I’ve always been a bit flattered that you’ve got a crush on me. It’s a good confidence boost when I’m not scoring with the bitches.”
“Look—I don’t want you to think that I’m gonna hit on you,” I tried to reassure my buddy. “I know that you’re, like, one-hundred percent straight. Now that I’m out to you, you have my word that I’m not gonna try to suck you off or whatever.”
“Why not offer to suck me off?” Garrett winked. “I might let you.”
“Wait—what?” I gasped, my mouth agape. “You—you’d seriously let me blow you?”
“Yeah, I mean, why the fuck not?” he smiled deviously. “They always say that guys give better head. Maybe you could prove it to me?”
“I’m game for that,” I agreed. “But they also say that ass is way better than pussy—tighter than any bitch’s cunt. I could prove that to you, too.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” asked Garrett, giving a nod to the men’s room in the back corner of the convenience store. “Show me what you’ve got.”
While the burly store clerk rang up a bunch of girls who looked two young to be buying cigarettes, Garrett and I snuck into the men’s room, latching the door behind us. The small bathroom was nasty and smelled like ass, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
“Drop your pants and lean over that sink there,” Garrett directed as he unzipped his jeans and, resting the band of his CK briefs beneath his balls, pulled out a thick eight-incher that was already rock hard.
“I gotta suck you first, get you wet,” I directed, dropping to my knees. “There’s no way I’m gonna get that big thing up my ass without some spit. You’re hung like fuck, bro.”
“Not the first time I’ve heard that,” Garrett gloated as I took his big one down my throat and began to suck him. “HOLY FUCK,” he exclaimed a little too loudly. “Your throat is fucking incredible.”
“Not the first time I’ve heard that,” I parodied, coming up for air briefly before returning his big cock to my throat, sucking him ravenously.
“Dude—slow up,” he cautioned. “You’re gonna make me nut before I can even get it up your ass.”
“We can’t have that,” I released him, the taste of his precum on my lips. “Let’s get that big cock in my tight cunt.”
Standing up, I unzipped and dropped my pants to my knees. Turning around, I bent forward over the sink, gripping the edge for stability as Garrett placed his hands at my hips.
“Alright, bro. Just go ahead and—FUCK,” I yelped, his big dick suddenly impaling me with one, swift thrust. The pain was unreal, my sphincter on fire. “Dude—SLOW UP,” I begged. “SLOW UP.”
But Garrett ignored me, pounding the living shit out of my cunt at a breakneck pace. I should have known better. Straight guys always get a little over-eager the first time they try a dude’s ass—aggressively fucking in a way they would never dare with a bitch.
“Damn, bro,” I watched him exclaim in the mirror over the sink, staring down at his cock as he ravaged my hole. “This shit is fucking tight—way tighter than pussy. You weren’t kidding.”
“I told you,” I bragged, twerking on his big rod. My sphincter had relaxed, my cunt opening for him. He was pounding me hard, abusing my fuck canal in the best possible way. “Fuck me with that big dick,” I pleaded. “Fucking wreck my hole.”
“I’m doin’ my best,” Garrett replied, biting his lower lip. I could tell he was concentrating, trying to hold back his nut.
“You feeling close?”
“Yeah, bro,” he replied through gritted teeth, his big dick battering my bowels, his balls smacking my ass with each thrust. “But I’m trying to hold back. I don’t wanna cum this fast.”
“Don’t worry about it, dude. You can fuck my ass all week when we get to the beach,” I reminded him. “Now dump that load in me whenever you’re ready.”
“You’re about to get it,” Garrett warned, his cock swelling inside me, his balls throbbing rhythmically. “OH FUCK, bro—Here it comes—FUCK—FUCK.”
I gripped my sphincter around the base of his cock, reveling in the forceful pulsing within my bowels as my buddy flooded my guts with a massive load. “FUCK—FUCK,” he continued to grunt as his big dick spewed over and over within me, filling me with his seed.
“Jesus, that was good,” Garrett exhaled, pulling out of me, his load dripping from my wrecked hole, streaming down the back of my leg. “When I woke up today, I never would have thought I’d end up fucking my best buddy in a men’s room.”
“Dude, we better hurry up and get the fuck out of here,” I advised, pulling up my pants as Garrett stuffed his spent cock back into his jeans. “We don’t want that clerk catching us,” I cautioned as Garrett undid the latch and opened the men’s room door.
“Too late,” the burly clerk announced, leaning in the doorway, his hairy, inked arms crossed over his meaty pecs. “Sounded like you two boys had some fun in there.”
“It’s—uh—it’s not what you think,” Garrett began to stammer. “We were just—”
“Which one of you was taking dick in here?” the clerk interrupted, pushing himself into the men’s room with us.
“I—I was taking cock,” I stuttered, unable to deny it.
“We gotta make this fast, so drop them drawers and bend over that sink,” the burly clerk commanded me. He quickly unzipped his pants, pulling out a fat cock that was thicker than a beer can. “My wife is on the rag, and I’ve gotta five-day load in these balls for you, boy.”
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Your friend’s college bro is blocking the stairs. He orders, “You’re not passing until you get down and kiss my feet 10 times.” You grin and kneel down, kissing the bottoms of each of his size 13s. He lets you by, and you add teasingly, “Your feet smell strong.” He responds cockily, “Oh, so you wanna smell my feet later on, huh? Well, since you want them that bad, I’ll be sure to make your face stink like them in a while.” You backtrack, saying,” No, that’s not what I meant.” He gets up, heading to the kitchen, replying,” That’s not what my feet heard.” You know he’ll keep his word and will relish making you smell the bottoms of his soles and under his toes for a long time.
I'd known Erik for six years. We met at a mutual friend's birthday, ended up talking until the bar closed, and that was it. We'd been close ever since.
The breakup with Luka had hit him harder than he let on. I could tell because he stopped bringing it up. Erik didn't go quiet when things were fine.
I suggested the mountain house. His family had a place up there. The city wasn't helping. Too many places that would remind him of things. Too many people who would ask.
He said yes without thinking about it.
He drove. Four hours with the weather already turning, sky low and grey by the time we hit the mountain roads. He didn't talk much, but that was fine.
The house was cold when we unlocked it. Erik went straight to the heating panel, then upstairs to shower. When he came back down the heat hadn't caught up yet, he had his puffer on over his pyjama pants, a trapper hat, but bare feet. He dropped onto the sofa letting out a sigh.
I grabbed my things and went up to shower.
When I came back down he hadn't moved. Stretched out across the sofa, feet up on the far cushion. Outside the storm had settled into something steadier.
I sat at the other end. His feet came to rest against my leg.
I'd seen them plenty of times before. The beach last summer, sleepovers, lazy Sundays on someone's couch. They were my type. Long toes, high arch, smooth soles. I'd never said anything about it.
"How are you doing?"
"Better. Good to be out of there."
We talked for a while. At some point Luka came up.
"I don't even know if I miss him. The idea of it. That's what I miss. What I thought it was going to be."
I didn't say anything. He shifted against the cushions and looked at the ceiling. His foot moved against my leg, just a slow press.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"You've got a thing. With feet."
He looked at me.
"I've noticed it. For a while. I wasn't going to say anything, but... I don't know. It seemed like a good night to ask."
I didn't answer right away.
"Yeah."
He didn't move his feet.
"So what do you actually do with it?"
"Erik."
"I'm asking."
He looked back at the ceiling.
"It's just like any other thing. I don't get why people make it weird."
"I'm not shaming you. I'm curious."
"It's... I don't know. Smell them. Touch them. Kiss them."
"Okay. I've been told I have nice feet."
He put both feet in my lap.
"What do you think?"
"I don't want to make this weird."
"Wait, do you think they're ugly?"
"No."
He flexed his toes slowly, watching me.
I put my hands on his soles. They were soft, bigger than I expected up close. I started to rub them slowly.
I could see him watching me from the corner of my eye. He didn't say anything.
I worked my thumb along his arch. He let me. After a moment he raised his left foot and rested it against my jaw. Then dragged it slowly up across my face.
I kept rubbing his right foot.
He pressed his left foot against my nose. I breathed in.
He held it there for a second, then lowered it down, letting his big toe settle against my lips.
I didn't move.
"Go ahead."
I opened my mouth and took it in. Started sucking on it slowly.
He exhaled through his nose. Still watching me.
He removed his toes from my mouth and pointed down at the floor. I got down off the sofa. Onto my knees at the end of it, facing him, his feet right in front of me.
I bent down and put my mouth on his sole.
I worked slowly. His arch, his heel, back up to his toes. Both feet. I took my time. He let me. I could hear the storm outside and nothing else.
At some point he put one hand behind his head. Completely still. Completely at ease.
I kissed along his sole and took his toes back in, one at a time. My hands wrapped around his foot and I stayed there, on the floor, at his feet.
"You know what? I could get used to this."
Part 1 of 2
I was away from my desk maybe ten minutes. Someone on site had a question. When I came back to my office my chair was occupied.
Young guy, handsome, on his phone. It took me a second.
He'd been in once before, maybe three years ago. Fresh out of university myself back then, still figuring out what I was doing here. His father - my boss - had brought him in briefly.
"Connor. Didn't know you were expected."
He glanced up, eyes back on the screen before I'd finished.
"I wasn't."
I picked up a few papers and moved to the small spare desk.
He stayed on his phone. I got back to work.
At some point I looked up and his feet were on the desk, right over the site plans. Still on his phone. He worked one trainer off with the heel of the other and it dropped onto the desk, knocked a pen holder over. He didn't look up. Second one came off slower and landed on top of the paperwork.
The smell from his socks started to fill the room.
Then he took his socks off. Toes peeling them down one at a time and dropping them on my desk.
His soles were pale, the heels a bit rougher than the rest. He spread his toes and went back to scrolling.
I went back to my papers.
The desk phone rang. I crossed back to answer it. Connor didn't move his feet. I reached around them.
It was his father.
"Connor there with you?"
"Yes, just arrived."
"Good. Show him round. Let him see how things are running. He'll be coming in more."
He hung up before I could answer.
I put the phone down. Connor was looking at me now. Still relaxed, still in my chair, feet still up.
"He wants me to show you around the site."
He looked out the window. Looked back at me.
"Later."
I nodded.
"My feet are killing me. Long drive."
All I thought about at that moment was that he was the boss's son and the boss had just told me to take care of him.
I put my hands around his left foot. He didn't react. Didn't look up, didn't say anything. Just let it happen. I worked my thumb along the arch and he exhaled once through his nose.
I kept going. Rubbing his soft sole and toes.
He then looked at me for the first time since he arrived, smirking.
"Faggot."
I pulled my hands back.
He pointed at his right foot.
"Still got the other one. Makes sense why my dad calls you that."
He got back to looking at his phone.
I didn't say anything. I put my hands back and worked his right foot while he scrolled. He didn't say anything else. Neither did I.
After a while he pushed my hands away with his foot.
"Enough. Put them back on."
I picked the socks up off the desk. Pulled the first one over his toes, pulled it up his ankles. Then the second. He watched me do it without expression.
I took his trainers and moved behind the desk and got on my knees. I set his first trainer on the floor in front of him and he pushed his foot in. I pressed the heel down and laced it. Then the other.
He stood up. Picked his phone off my desk.
Walked out without looking back.
I love it when my favorite show is on. Displaying gorgeous men closeup of their socked soles!
With the parents out to dinner, your stepbro grinning mischievously…. It’s only a matter of time before he has his feet smothered against your face. Either pushing you into the cushions at the end of the couch or keeping you on the floor, his feet covering your face completely. You don’t know if he suspects you like this treatment or if it’s just his way of showing playful dominance over you. Ever since you told him that his feet smelled and to keep them away from your face, this has naturally been his go-to way of teasing you. The bottoms of his bare feet pushed into your face longer and longer, no matter how much they smell, you love that this is the routine he’s fallen into. Sometimes you think he forgets that you are there, his soles just used as your face's personal footrest.
My stepbro growing up would do this to me a lot. Was great.