Mean Streak

I noticed him around school. He was perfect, literally. Straight A's, a clean white smile, not a pinch of fat on that tight, toned little body. Everything about him, right down to his perfect posture, was straight.

I just couldn't wait to trap him in my greasy, sweaty hands and bend him..

"Please, man, just let me go!" I could feel his heart pounding at a hundred miles per hour under my bare sole. As I flicked through the prescribed reading for our English Lit class I curled my toes over his head so his little face was buried deep between the sweaty digits.

Having just gotten back from the gym, sweat socks were strewn across the messy dorm room floor and my size twelve Asics lay by my feet, rolled onto their sides like crashed cars. "Not until you take a whiff of that man musk, li'l pussy!" I snickered, feeling him struggle to suck in the air between my toes.

"Ya know, you should really be reading this too." I said condescendingly, tapping the book. "Don't you have a scholarship to keep up? I mean, it'd be a shame to see all those years and years of gruelling study go to waste!"

I slid my smelly sole over his body, bumping him in the nuts with my heel, squashing my BIG toe down on his pretty little face. All those years of staying in on weekends to study, cramming before tests, never putting a beer to his lips, and how had he been rewarded? With the sight of my massive feet plopping down on top of him after a good workout.

"I don't understand!" He sniffled, crawling to his knees. I lifted one foot and rested it on the other knee to watch him plead at my feet.

I knew that, in my loose gym shorts, my tanned skin and ripped quads gleaming above him, I must have looked like a glowing god. I soaked up the glory, smirking down at him as he tried to grasp his new lot in life.

"I was *sniff* always so *sniff* nice to you! I thought you liked me! I thought I did everything right!" I had to put my hand on my gut, I laughed so hard as he broke down and started sobbing on my toes.

"Please, Master!" When his lips weren't busy kissing and slurping at my big, sweaty feet he was showering me with praises. My, some-one was a fast learner! "You *smooch* are my god, Master! Every one of your amazing toes *slurp* deserves a little pussy like me to clean it, every night and every *mmmwah!* day! Just please, please have mercy on-"

"Boing!" I interrupted him. "Heh heh, my little goody-two-shoes sure knows how to make his master happy!" I stood up and gave him a chance to see the huge bulge in my black gym shorts. And I'm not going to be modest - It looked like I had a small animal stuffed in there, shifting restlessly.

I bent down and gave him a big, victorious grin as I wrapped my fingers around him.

"No!! No!! Oh, please God, NO!!!"

I chuckled to myself as his screams became more and more jagged, and I began to unwrap my present. His clothes tore easily between my fingertips, which I then rubbed slowly over his flawless little body, sparing him not even a trace of dignity.

"Wow, li'l faggot! You must have spent your whole life at the gym up until now, right?" I mock complemented him as I fingered his sculpted little chest. "And I know what that's like - Crunches, chin-ups, push-ups, feelin' the burn.. In case you hadn't noticed," I nodded toward my immaculate body as if sharing a privileged secret. "I'm sort of a gym god myself..

"Pushing yourself to your physical limits day-in, day-out, all to achieve this hot little bod." I wrapped my fingers tightly around him, rubbing in his face the fact that all his hard work, his careful planning and determination in life, was now mine to enjoy the benefits of.

He started to whimper. I reached for my dick.

"Don't worry, little guy, all your hard work won't go unappreciated. Little Ben here is going to appreciate you.. a lot."

I stretched the elastic of my shorts and watched his tiny eyes widen in terror as he stared down at the fat, pre-com drizzling cock rising out of a curly brown bush of pubes towards him. Glistening, bulging, winking in wait.

We both knew that 'Little Ben' wasn't just going to appreciate his new toy; the poor little golden boy was about to become Little Ben's bitch.

Seconds later, I snapped the elastic shut and cleared a week's worth of laundry off of my bed to lie down.

The way the little guy was thrashing around in there could only be described as 'perfect', I smirked to myself as I enjoyed the stimulation. His muffled screams made it sound like he was being maulled by a bear. Close enough, maybe.

After a few minutes I clutched my wriggling bulge, grunted breathily as I worked the seething hot bump and finally sighed in relief, feeling my all-natural sticky cream seep wetly all over my crotch.

This is how it's meant to be, I thought to myself as I laid there in peaceful bliss. The natural order of things. There are guys who buckle down in school, guys who kill it at the gym, guys who work like dogs and jump through hoops their whole lives to live comfortably..

Then there are guys like me who have all of those things handed to them on a silver platter, by the other guys who've worked hard for them, of course.

I lifted the elastic and took a peek at my toy. He was dripping in mucus, gagging, still trying feebly to fight off the potent-smelling meat laying on top of him. I grinned to myself as I let the elastic go and rested back, my arms beneath my head.

I should get up and shower, I thought. I was still coated in stail sweat from the gym, among other bodily fluids. But one of my 'study partners' was coming by later, and I knew that after he'd completed both his and my halves of the work, Gary would be more than happy to give me a little tongue-bathing in bed.

Gary's a good kid. Really goes out of his way to please me. Just another little puppet in need of a god like me to run his life.

He's been nagging me an awful lot about making him my boyfriend lately. Maybe this Summer, if I'm feeling generous, I'll turn him into my little cock slave instead.

Or maybe if I'm bored with Gary by then, instead I'll pick.. Hmm..

Eeny - Meeny - Miney - YOU.