Matt’s tiny voice squeaks through the coarse fibers of the jockstrap, “It’s… intense! Smells… strong, but I’m fine!” His words are muffled, but the defiance in his tone sparks something in Jacob’s eyes. That mischievous glint sharpens, and a slow, wicked grin spreads across his face.
“Fine, huh? Tough little shrimp,” Jacob rumbles, his voice dripping with playful menace. “Let’s see how you handle this then.” He shifts his weight, thick thighs flexing as he presses Matt just a bit firmer against the taut pouch, right where the fabric clings to the crease of his inner thigh. The heat is overwhelming, the damp musk of sweat and Jacob’s raw scent wrapping around Matt like a heavy fog.
Jacob’s abs tighten, and with a low, guttural chuckle, he lets out another fart—this one slower, deeper, and far more potent. The vibration rolls through the jockstrap like a tremor, the fabric quivering against Matt’s tiny form. The smell hits like a tidal wave, thicker and more pungent than before, a sharp blend of earthy musk and primal heat that floods Matt’s senses. It’s not just strong—it’s invasive, clinging to the air and lingering in the tight confines of the pouch.
Matt’s world is a haze of warmth, vibration, and that overwhelming scent. His tiny body presses into the coarse weave of the jockstrap, the damp fibers slick against him. The smell is almost tangible, heavy and raw, but his resilience holds strong. “Whoa… that’s… next level!” he gasps, voice strained but steady, a mix of awe and determination. “You’re not… breaking me yet!”
Jacob leans forward slightly, his eyes locked on Matt, watching for any sign of distress but finding only that stubborn spark. “Not breaking, huh? Damn, tiny, you’re tougher than you look,” he teases, his tone warm but still edged with challenge. He eases the pressure just a fraction, letting Matt catch his breath, but keeps him pinned there, the heat and musk still enveloping him. “Want me to go again, or you tapping out?” His voice is attentive, ensuring Matt’s still in control, even as the sensory overload pushes the limits.
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