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Celebrity boys have shrunk to toy size for the eager consumers. Great 4 playing/snacking.
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Chapter #4

Done like dinner

    by: ravenpair Author IconMail Icon
(Note-sorry this chapter is written in first person. I'll fix it soon!)

I pick up the buff, struggling beefy jock. He's got quite a bit of muscle: tan, dirty blond, and with an all American boy look. Wasting no more time I decide it's time to start the show. A flick of my finger sends Brady falling flat on his muscular ass in my palm and I immediately begin unwrapping my treat, starting, as always with his feet. His cleats plop off audibly without the need to loosen his laces. Brute strength has it's advantages. The little lad tries to stand but a quick flick knocks him back with a soft cry. His socks are moist and I bring them to my nose: one musky foot per nostril. My breath is so strong the little football stud can't help but sit there as his feet are lifted up and into my nose cavity. When I've had my fill of the smell I get to the source and peel off the damp socks. His long delicious pink toes curl instinctively as my tongue darts out and pulls his barefeet into my mouth, sucking and moaning in pleasure.

I ignore the shrunken lad's cries of protest. I spit Brady back out into my palm for a moment, smacking my lips as he shudders uncontrollably. I return to the nearly paralyzed in fear jock whose lower half is covered In saliva. If I'd cared the slightest about his feelings I would have seen that he was broken: a shell of his former self with no friends anymore, no star status, and no identity. He was completely humiliated and I wasn't even started yet. He was a snack and nothing more. His whole life, everything he had done to get where he was and get in shape only served to make him a delicious snack for me and nothing else. His future and present were mine as well. I grab him back up and quickly peel the rest of my sweet fruit. His legs and feet were positively delicious. He has a beautiful body as he stands on the counter in only his underwear and a jock strap: muscular arms and chest and a six pack.

I grab the back of his jock strap and snap it back, sending him reeling. His ass is bright red when I take his pants off, but it's still muscular and I still want a taste. I rub his chest and stomach, molesting him as I say how tasty he is and how thankful I am that he wasted all that time in the gym just for my scrumptious pleasure. He cries softly and I nibble his butt and suck his nipples. His cock is erect even though I know he's trying not to be turned on. I almost wish I had saved him a bit longer to fuck the next shrunken straight jock I got. He's a straight boy which makes it all the hotter. But he's absolutely mouthwatering so there's no turning back now.

I grab a little Hershey's syrup, squirt it into a bowl, and then dunk Brady in head first. He's dripping with the gooey chocolate and my tongue once again lolls out in anticipation. I lap up at his face, the sweet chocolate melding nicely with his sweat, tears, and supple meaty skin. He's well groomed which I like. Soon I can't wait any longer and I shove his whole head in, his face pressed against my tongue and I suck almost hard enough for his head to be sucked off. His lungs empty from the pressure. Eventually I remove him and dunk him one last time. I eye my chocolate covered boy once more and hear his faint wimper as I lap up chocolate from his ass, chest, and legs. I lick his entire back in long motions and then drop him in face first once more. I suck him in so that only his kicking legs and muscular chocolatey ass are protruding.

I wink at his kicking beefy feet. truth be told as much as I love the taste, I also love the feeling of the little guys as they slide down my throat and knock on the walls of my stomach with tiny fists as they slowly dissolve into nothingness.

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