"Don't worry, kid, I got a nice safe little place to contain you.." Justin can't seem to hold back a sly smile as he says the words. You stare up at your cruel new owner in nervous silence until he picks you up in his huge fist, squeezing and rubbing your little body just to remind himself that hge has the power to hold a helpless little man in his hand. Sweat is smeared against your face, and the smell of Justin's grimey palm sweat surrounds you like a second skin.
"Mmm.." Why don't you tell your master who you belong to, hmm?" You can't see the giant's face; your view is covered by his massive palm, but you can imagine him closing his eyes right now, thoroughly enjoying the powertrip with that famous, smug sneer he wears so perfectly. He's squeezing you so hard that you can barely breathe, but that's all the more reason to keep your giant happy.. You squeeze out the words:
"You own me, Mr Timberlake! I belong to you!" You hear another long, relaxed breath and wonder if the man's cock is getting hard again. You sure hope not..
"You sure are a good little slave, ya know that. Know just how to treat a real alpha male.. Tonight, I'm gonna make you your own little bed to sleep in, made out of.."
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