“I… I pick the locker,” Matt squeaked, his voice barely audible. “Option four. Just… keep me safe, okay?”
Jacob’s wicked grin widened, but his eyes softened for a split second, a nervous twitch in his jaw betraying his bravado. “The locker, huh?” he drawled, his voice low and husky. “Smart choice, shrimp. You’ll be my little secret, all tucked away for me to… play with later.” He leaned closer, his breath hot on Matt’s tiny form. “You sure, though? It’s gonna be dark, cramped, and fuckin’ rank in there with my gear. Just you and my stink, waiting for me.”
Matt swallowed hard, his body buzzing with fear and a strange heat he didn’t want to name. “I’m sure,” he said, forcing steadiness into his voice. “No one will find me there. Right?”
Jacob’s chuckle was dark, almost affectionate. “Oh, no one’s touching my shit. You’re mine, tiny.” He reached down, his massive fingers surprisingly gentle as they pinched Matt between thumb and forefinger. Matt’s world tilted as he was lifted, the locker room blurring past. Jacob swung open his locker, a metal cave stuffed with sweaty gear—cleats, a jockstrap, a soaked practice jersey. The stench hit Matt like a wall, a pungent mix of sweat, musk, and leather, making his head spin.
“Welcome to your new home, perv,” Jacob said, his voice dripping with mockery. He lowered Matt onto a folded towel at the locker’s base, the fabric damp and reeking of Jacob’s scent. Matt stumbled, his tiny feet sinking into the fibers, as Jacob’s face filled the locker’s opening, his grin predatory. “Stay quiet, shrimp. Team’s coming in soon, and I don’t want anyone hearing your pathetic little squeaks. You’re my secret now.”
Matt nodded, his heart racing. “I’ll be quiet,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Just… don’t leave me here too long.”
Jacob’s eyes glinted, a mix of dominance and something softer. “Don’t worry, tiny. I’ll be back for you.” He slammed the locker shut, the clang echoing in Matt’s ears, plunging him into darkness. The musky air was thick, the towel’s fibers pressing against his naked body. Matt curled up, trying to steady his breathing, the stench of Jacob’s gear overwhelming his senses.
Minutes later, the locker room erupted with noise—stomping feet, slamming lockers, the rowdy chatter of the team flooding in after practice. Matt froze, his tiny body tense, every sound amplified in the metal confines. Voices overlapped, crude jokes and laughter, the clatter of gear being tossed around. He heard Jacob’s deep growl nearby, barking at a teammate to “fuck off” about something, his tone sharp but controlled. Matt held his breath, praying no one opened the locker, his naked body shivering in the dark.
The minutes dragged, each one an eternity. Finally, the noise faded, the locker room growing silent. Matt’s heart thudded as he heard heavy footsteps approach, then the creak of the locker door. Light flooded in, and Jacob’s massive face appeared, his brown eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and hunger. “Miss me, shrimp?” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Team’s gone. Just you and me now.”
Matt scrambled to his feet, his tiny voice shaky. “Jacob, please, just—”
“Shut it,” Jacob cut him off, his tone dominant but laced with a strange warmth. He reached in, scooping Matt up in his palm, his skin warm and calloused. Jacob was shirtless now, his massive pecs and abs glistening with sweat, his football pants clinging to his thick thighs. He held Matt close to his face, his breath hot and sharp. “You’re mine, tiny. My little pet. And I’m gonna have some fun with you.”
Matt’s body burned, fear and arousal twisting together. “What… what are you gonna do?” he squeaked, his voice barely audible.
Jacob’s grin was sinful, his eyes dark with intent. “Everything, shrimp. You’re gonna worship every fuckin’ inch of me.” He lowered Matt to the locker room floor, setting him near his massive cleat. The stench of sweat and leather was overpowering, and Jacob’s bare foot loomed above, the sole calloused and slick. “Start with my feet,” he growled, his voice thick with dominance. “Kiss ‘em. Lick ‘em. Show me you’re mine.”
Matt’s heart raced, his tiny body trembling as he approached Jacob’s foot. The skin was warm, the musk intense, and he pressed his lips to the rough surface, his tongue darting out hesitantly. Jacob groaned, a low, primal sound, his toes flexing. “Fuck, yeah, that’s it,” he muttered, his hand drifting to his groin, adjusting the growing bulge in his pants.
Next, Jacob lifted Matt to his waistband, tugging his pants and jockstrap down. His cock sprang free, massive and half-hard, the musky scent hitting Matt like a wave. “Get to work, tiny,” Jacob said, his voice husky. He pressed Matt against the base of his cock, the warm, pulsing skin overwhelming. Matt’s tiny hands gripped the coarse hair, his body sliding along the shaft as Jacob’s hand guided him, slow and deliberate. Jacob’s breath hitched, his eyes locked on Matt. “Fuck, you feel good,” he growled, his dominance softening into something almost reverent.
Then came the buttcrush. Jacob turned, his massive ass looming like a cliff. He spread his cheeks, revealing the hairy, musky crack, the hole glistening with sweat. “In you go, pet,” he said, his voice a mix of command and teasing. He pressed Matt into the tight space, the heat and stench enveloping him. Jacob flexed his glutes, squeezing Matt gently, the pressure intense but controlled. A low, rumbling fart escaped, the vibration and smell making Matt’s head spin. Jacob laughed, dark and playful. “Oops. Better get used to that, shrimp.”
Finally, Jacob brought Matt back to his ass, pressing him against his hole. “Worship it,” he ordered, his voice thick with arousal. Matt’s tiny hands and lips worked against the puckered skin, the musk and heat dizzying. Jacob moaned, his hand stroking his cock now, his body trembling with pleasure. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he muttered, his dominance cracking to reveal raw desire.
When he was done, Jacob’s chest heaved, his body slick with sweat. He gently scooped Matt up, his touch softer now, almost tender. “You’re somethin’ else, tiny,” he said, his voice low and warm. He tucked Matt into his palm and headed to his dorm, a single room with a messy bed and scattered gear. Jacob stripped to his boxers, his massive frame filling the space, and lay back on the bed. He set Matt on his broad, hairy chest, the warmth of his skin radiating up. “You’re my pet now, shrimp,” he said, his voice sleepy but firm, a hint of a smile in his eyes. “Don’t go anywhere.”
Matt’s body buzzed, exhaustion and arousal mixing with a strange sense of safety. Jacob’s chest rose and fell, his heartbeat a steady rhythm beneath Matt. As Jacob drifted to sleep, his arm draped loosely over his chest, Matt curled up, his tiny form nestled in the giant’s warmth, wondering what tomorrow would bring.
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