Zac bends down and grabs Jesse in his hand. You watch the tiny boy struggling hopelessly, wondering if Jesse ever treated his own toys this cruelly, and if he regrets it now. Zac unbuckles his belt, unzips his tight-fitting jeans, pulls open his snug red briefs and nods at Jesse, kissing the air in a cruel taunt. "Eat sweat, sicko." He says as he drops Jesse onto his dick, immediately sealing him in with layers of tight cotton and denim. As Zac finishes buckling his belt, he looks to you. You hadn't realised he could see you watching. His dashing, all-American smile has a nasty, sly look to it now, as he kneels down in front of the shoe and stretches so that his crotch is right in front of you. "..Touch it." He orders, smiling at the popstar-shaped bulge on his crotch. You wouldn't dare disobey your owner at this point, and you press your hand on the thick, tight denim. You can feel the heat of Jesse's warm body through the fabric, and at your touch the shrunken young man starts to wriggle wildly, going insane with claustrophobia. You jump back as the denim begins to bump at a rapid pace. Zac laughs, that manly, wholesome smile returning as he feels miniature Jesse's arms and legs beating against his package, the blond boy's wet, tear-streaked face rubbing against his cock. "Oh! ...Oh boy.. Oh, shit, Jesse man, YEAH!!" Zac can hardly balance on his knees. He ends up lying back on the floor, smacking the growing bump on his crotch and nearly laughing in pure ecstacy as the tickling sensation that is his friend's terrified little body draws him slowly towards orgasm. Finally, he throws his head back, beating on the ground with his fist and panting like a drowning man. He fills his pants with thick, white cream. A sizeable wet patch starts to creep over his pelvis. All you can see from your viewpoint is his strong jaw as he grins in immense satisfaction..