Ty dangled the knife ponderously over Sean's pinned little body. The tiny jock's flushed chest rose and fell rapidly as he stared up in fear at Ty's sadistic, smiling face. Perhaps Sean's first reaction at being reduced to the size of a figurine by his life-long rival was outrage. With all the hatred Sean felt for his burly enemy, Ty, and all the manly aggression that he'd been burning on the soccer field these past years, always wanting more than anything in the world to defeat his cocky opponent, nothing could be more emasculating than being transformed into a helpless, snivelling bug in the sneering mach man's sweaty fist.
But Sean's indignant rage didn't - couldn't last for much longer. After being wrapped up in the giant jock's sweat-soaked shirt and forced to breathe in the soupy scent of perspiration as he and his friends were carried around the same way a proud fisherman carries home his prized catch of the day, Sean's anger was quickly turning to exhausted panic.
Not that he was spared the full humiliation of the situation through his fear. Sean was well aware of how pathetic and soul-crushingly puny he looked, wriggling under Ty's big, smirking face. Even if he managed to get out of this, he was sure he would never feel like the powerful, self-assured man he had once been. Ty had stripped him of his masculinity with the press of a button, now his pride was to be devoured by the giant, sweaty jock god.. One bite at a time.
Ty's fingers were still stained with dirt from the game as he gripped the ripped fabric of Sean's jersey with his very tips and gave it a tiny pull. The shirt made a long, pronounced rip as it slid off of Sean's skin, leaving his bare chest and abs exposed to the cool air.
"Awww, isn't that cute." Ty's dark eyes glinted cruelly. "His little nipples are standing up real nice. Looks like you're enjoying yourself down there, faggot." Ty brushed the end of his finger over the little man's chest, his nail bumping over Sean's hardened nipple. Sean jolted involuntarily at this, and Ty's foul breath came cascading down on him as he hissed laughter. "Ya like that, don't ya, faggot? I bet the only reason you liked competing against my team so much was for the chance to bump up against my fuckin' hot body. yeah.. Bet you went home and jacked off all night over me and my buddies." A few meat-headed laughs issued from Ty's team-mates around the room. But Ty's face was coldly still, smiling down at his prey.
The knife lowered again, the tip this time carefully lifting the elastic of Sean's shorts and slicing through them, down the length of his tiny thigh. Sean whimpered, his eyes wide and terrified as the metal came close enough to his for him to feel its flinty coldness.
Seconds later, Sean felt the fabric slip off of his crotch and cool air caressed his exposed package. Ty's face lit up like that of a child on Christmas morning. His voice boomed, making Sean cringe.
"Well, well, well. WHAT do we have here??"
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