Fear tangled with a strange attraction as he processed the bully’s words, Jacob’s voice dripping with dominance but betraying a flicker of vulnerability.
“I… I don’t want to be crushed,” Matt squeaked, his voice barely audible. He forced himself to meet Jacob’s gaze, catching that fleeting softness in his eyes. “Your… ass. Option three. It’s the safest, right? No one will find me there.”
Jacob’s wicked grin twitched, his thick brows lifting slightly as if Matt’s choice surprised him. His lips parted, a low, rumbling chuckle escaping, but his cheeks flushed faintly, cracking his tough-guy facade. “My ass, huh?” he said, his voice husky, almost intrigued. “You’re a bold little fucker, shrimp. Sure you can handle it? It’s… fuckin’ nasty back there after practice. All sweaty, musky, stinking to high hell. You’ll be right up against my hole, trapped in the stink.” He leaned closer, his hot breath washing over Matt’s tiny form, his tone teasing but tinged with something softer. “You really want that?”
Matt’s body buzzed with nerves, but he nodded, his voice shaky yet determined. “Yeah, I’m sure. Just… keep me hidden.”
Jacob’s eyes narrowed, a mix of dominance and curiosity flickering in them. “Alright, tiny. You’re mine now.” He reached down, his massive fingers surprisingly gentle as they pinched Matt’s naked body between thumb and forefinger. Matt’s stomach lurched as he was hoisted up, the locker room blurring past. Jacob stood, his football pants sagging slightly, and tugged the waistband open with his free hand. The stench hit Matt like a wall—a thick, pungent wave of sweat, musk, and raw masculinity, amplified by hours of grueling practice. Jacob’s crack was a dark, hairy chasm, the skin slick with sweat, the air heavy with an earthy, almost overpowering smell that made Matt’s head swim.
“Last chance, perv,” Jacob growled, his voice low and taunting, though his fingers trembled faintly, betraying his nerves. “Ready to dive into my stink?”
Matt’s heart raced, but he managed a small, “Just do it.”
Jacob’s chuckle was dark, almost shaky. “Fuckin’ wild, man.” He lowered Matt carefully, sliding him into the tight, humid space of his crack. The walls of flesh enveloped Matt, warm and slick, the musky stench suffocating. Matt’s tiny body pressed against the puckered skin of Jacob’s hole, the heat and texture overwhelming—soft yet firm, pulsing faintly with Jacob’s heartbeat. The smell was intense, a cloying mix of sweat, musk, and something distinctly Jacob, clogging Matt’s senses. He squirmed, trying to settle, and Jacob let out a sharp hiss.
“Fuck, stay still,” Jacob muttered, his voice tight. “You’re… fuckin’ tickling me.” He snapped his pants back up, the fabric sealing Matt in darkness, the pressure of his cheeks squeezing Matt snugly against his hole. The intimacy was dizzying, terrifying, and strangely thrilling.
Jacob started walking, his heavy strides sending Matt bouncing slightly in the tight, sweaty confines. The journey to his dorm was a sensory assault—each step jostled Matt against the slick, musky skin, the heat and stench inescapable. Then, without warning, a low rumble vibrated through Jacob’s body, followed by a sharp, foul blast of gas. The fart enveloped Matt, the smell rancid and overwhelming, burning his tiny lungs. Jacob snorted above, his voice carrying a half-assed apology. “Shit, my bad, tiny. Practice burritos hittin’ hard. You’ll live.” Another fart followed, then another, each one a putrid wave that made Matt gag, though Jacob’s tone stayed smug, only faintly sheepish. “Fuck, you’re deep in it now, huh? Better get used to the stink.”
Matt clung to the skin, disoriented but oddly anchored by Jacob’s casual dominance. The walk felt endless, the farts a humiliating reminder of his vulnerability, but Jacob’s steady stride eventually stopped. Matt sensed a shift as Jacob entered his dorm, the air cooling slightly. Before sitting, Jacob tugged his pants down, the sudden light blinding as his fingers reached into his crack, gently plucking Matt free. The cool air was a shock after the humid, stinking heat, and Matt gasped, his senses reeling as Jacob set him on a wooden desk.
Jacob sat heavily in a chair, now shirtless, his massive frame dominating Matt’s view. His pecs were slabs of muscle, glistening with sweat, his arms thick and veined, his abs rippling as he leaned back. Matt’s head swam, the musky fog of Jacob’s ass still clinging to him, but he couldn’t look away from the giant before him. Jacob’s dark eyes caught Matt’s stare, a smirk curling his lips as he noticed the attention. “What’s that look, shrimp?” he said, his voice low and teasing. His hand drifted to his groin, cupping the bulge in his pants casually, his fingers lingering. “You smell like my fuckin’ ass now, but you’re still eyeballing me. Like what you see?” His bravado was back, but his eyes held that flicker—something softer, like he was testing Matt’s reaction.
Matt’s cheeks burned, his tiny body buzzing with confusion and attraction. “I… I’m just… getting my bearings,” he squeaked, trying to steady himself. “That was… a lot.”
Jacob’s laugh was deep, almost warm. “Yeah, no shit. I need a shower—been sweating my balls off, and you’re a fuckin’ mess.” He paused, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You’re coming with me, tiny. Can’t have you running off or getting squashed.” His tone was firm, but there was a playful edge, daring Matt to argue.
Matt’s heart skipped. “A shower? With you? How’s that gonna work?”
Jacob grinned, leaning closer, his breath warm on Matt’s tiny form. “You’ll stick close, shrimp. I’ll hold you in my hand, give you the full tour—feet, legs, dick, ass, armpits, all of it. You’re gonna see every fuckin’ inch of me up close.” His voice dropped, husky and teasing. “Scared you’ll like it too much?”
Matt’s body tingled, fear and curiosity colliding. “I… I can handle it,” he said, forcing bravado into his tiny voice.
Jacob’s chuckle was low, almost affectionate. “That’s my boy.” He scooped Matt up, his palm warm and calloused, and strode to his private dorm bathroom. The shower hissed to life, steam rising as Jacob stripped fully, his massive body a landscape of muscle and dark hair, his cock heavy and half-hard, intimidatingly large from Matt’s perspective. He stepped under the spray, holding Matt in his palm, the water first hitting his feet. Matt clung to Jacob’s thumb, staring at the giant toes below, the arch of his foot slick and glistening. Jacob smirked down, lifting his foot to rinse it. “Feet first, tiny. Gotta wash the stink off.”
He moved Matt higher, rinsing his thick, muscular legs, the water cascading over them like rivers. Then came his cock, heavy and swaying as Jacob soaped it, his fingers brushing close to Matt, who felt a jolt at the sight—its size, its weight, the faint pulse beneath the skin. Jacob’s ass was next, his cheeks parting to reveal the hole Matt had just endured, now slick with soap, the musky scent still lingering faintly. His armpits followed, a dense forest of dark hair dripping with water, the raw, masculine smell cutting through the steam. Through it all, Jacob’s grip was firm but careful, his teasing comments—“Don’t slip, shrimp” or “Bet you’re eating this up”—laced with that same flicker of vulnerability, like he was as affected as Matt.
After the shower, Jacob toweled off, his body gleaming, and carried Matt to his bed. He lay back, setting Matt on his broad, hairy chest, the warmth of his skin radiating up. Jacob propped his arms behind his head, his biceps bulging, his pecs rising like mountains around Matt. “Don’t get lost now, shrimp,” he said, his voice low and warm, a sly smile in his eyes. “And I hope I don’t crush you. Wouldn’t want to lose my new favorite… pet.” His tone was teasing, but his gaze lingered, heavy with something unspoken, as if waiting for Matt’s next move.
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