Joel gets to him room, throwing his bag onto the floor and flinging the curtains shut, bathing the room in an intimate red glow. He ponders on letting the neighbors have the oppertunity to watch him shit out a shrunken living guy, but realises this whole thing could be interpreted as somewhat illegal. He whips off his t-shirt, trainers, shorts and boxers, leaving him naked; Joel never liked wearing socks, even though he has one or two crusty pairs he uses solely for football kept in his sports bag. He whirls his desk chair and throws himself into it, placing his legs up on the bed to his right, his aching cock pushing free of the foreskin. He sits with is knees apart, arched over the gap. He idly runs his finger over his moistened hole, still damp from both where your spit coating rubbed off and where his lower region has been sweating in the heat of the fine summer day. He's spent the whole journey home considering what to do with you. As he sits there, mindlessly fondling the tightly clenched ring, brushing his smooth scrotum, he feels one of his logs pushing its way along deep inside. He knows he could let it completely smother his little captive. He toys with the idea, watching a log of crap slip out from beneath his ripe balls while you struggle inside of it fighting for breath. Whilst his cock jumps are the idea of degrading you so fully, he would be annoyed with himself for ending it so soon when he has countless other ways to force his adonis body onto his miniature teammate.
He could just pluck you out, but he want to feel you slither out of him like any of his past meals; for you are nothing more than that now, something to please and then ultimately feed him. He stops circling his tight hole with his finger and lifts his sweaty scrotum away from his hole. It's a payoff; he wanted you to be greeted to the world with the sight of his pendulous testicles, but then he wouldn't be able to watch your twisted face as it slips from inside him. He relaxes and then pushes with his abs, forcing your ankles out of the anus, immediately collapsing around your legs. When you feel the ring slip over your feet you sigh in relief. Your legs are slowly forced out, and your arms begin to emerge from the heated lump of crap that was threatening to engulf you. Your thighs dangle outside now, feebly twitching and writhing against the sweaty, smooth crevice up towards his back. Your cock and ass are squeezed through the boundary and you gasp. Joel can't help but smile seeing your tiny erect cock beneath his massive one. Your legs and cock are gooey, strands of coagulated spit and mucous dripping between them. Your torso starts to push out, the thick slime bubbling and squeltching as you are forced through the small opening. Your stomach is a bright, shimmering red from the intense roasting you've recieved. Another push and your armpits emerge, your feet now planting themselves into the fabric of the chair flat against the curve of Joel's lower back. You face and upper arms are all that remain, and Joel lets you stay like that a while, enjoying the sight of your slick, smelly body hanging limp underneath his tight, stained anus and between his meaty legs. You feel another strain, but instead of slipping out, a slow, grumbly rush of gastric air floats passed. Your senses are filled with the total scent and your body outside is bathed in the warm, tempestuous gust. You hear Joel laughing outside as you inhale his smell, produced deep inside his reeking guts. In the same instant he pushes you out entirely, your face brushing passed the slick ring and into the dim light of the room.
You look up, the towering thighs around you frame the tender, sweaty underside of the giant's stretched ball sack. His cock is full, the monstrous head glistening with a glob of pre. His chest shimmers with perspiration and his face is full of a malicious mischief, a smile that is reveling in your crumpled heap of ass slime and jock sweat. Your whole body shines in the light, just a thin, translucent film over everything, matting your hair and clogging your nose. However, your forearms are dabbled with a brownish tinge from thier encounter deep inside the reeking tube. You start to climb to your feet wearily, resting against the clammy flesh that has been soaking underneath the giants balls for a few hours. The raw scent of sex overpowers the muggy cloud of ass that surrounds you. He keeps grinning at you as you right yourself totally, in awe of the colossus splayed in his full, naked, athlete glory infront of you. You expect him to say something, but he doesnt. All he does is start lowering the hand in which he holds his scrotum taut.
He nods slightly as the shadow of the fluidic sack starts to pass over you. You know he wants you to obey; and you do, charmed by his smile and his powerful pheromones. You press yourself fully against the leathery, smooth skin under where his ball sack joins his body, opening your arms as if in a hug, delivering yourself totally to the loaded warmth between the stallion's legs. You nuzzle into the white skin, tasting the thick layer of sweat generated by heat and excerise: the taste of his balls is truly exotic, like the muggy haze of the lockeroom intensified a thousand times. The smooth curtain begins to plaster itself to the back of your head and then your back, forcing your face deep against the jock's sweltering underside. It curls over your buttocks, the slick, faintly stubbled blanket adhereing in the perspiration to you. The heavy orbs come to rest halfway down your shins, the two testicles folding around your legs, wrapping your body snugly in the heaving, sweating skin.
Joel releases his grip and the molten seed inside sloshes against your back, weighing the whole organ down and forming you deep into the pit of the jock's source maleness. The total smoothness, the slickness, the hot, sticky smell of Joel: you are slowly rubbing yourself into the loose skin behind you, enjoying the gigantic wieght. You're smothered in his balls. You're drinking his pure, manly sweat. You're sharing his body heat as it drips trickles of musk into the oppresive cleft. Joel wonders what to do as you bathe in the assault of his groin.
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