Matt swallowed hard, his voice barely a squeak. “The… jockstrap,” he said, the words tumbling out before he could rethink them. “It’s the safest, right? No one will find me there.”
Jacob’s smirk widened, but his eyes flickered with something raw, almost relieved. “Oh, you’re picking the fun one, tiny,” he growled, his voice low and rough. He leaned closer, his breath hot on Matt’s tiny form. “You sure about this, perv? Gonna be up close and personal with my cock, swimming in my stink. You’ll be begging for air.”
Matt’s cheeks burned, his body buzzing with nerves and a confusing thrill. “Just… don’t tell anyone, Jacob,” he pleaded, his voice shaky but firm. “I trust you won’t… hurt me.”
Jacob’s laugh was dark, but his gaze softened for a split second, like Matt’s trust caught him off guard. “Hurt you? Nah, shrimp. I’m gonna keep you.” He reached down, his massive fingers surprisingly gentle as they pinched Matt’s tiny body between thumb and forefinger. Matt’s stomach lurched as he was lifted, the locker room blurring around him. Jacob’s other hand tugged at the waistband of his football pants, revealing a stained, well-worn jockstrap. The fabric was dingy, stretched tight over Jacob’s thick cock and heavy balls, and the stench hit Matt like a wave—musky, sour, and overpowering, a mix of sweat and raw masculinity that made Matt’s head spin.
Matt dangled above the jockstrap, his eyes wide as he took in the coarse hair and glistening skin below. The smell was suffocating, primal, and Jacob’s cock twitched slightly, betraying his arousal. Matt looked up, catching Jacob’s gaze—intense, almost vulnerable. “Last chance, tiny,” Jacob said, his voice quieter now, a faint crack in his bravado. “You ready for this?”
Matt’s heart raced, but he nodded, his voice barely audible. “Yeah. Just… be careful.”
Jacob’s jaw tightened, and he gave a slow nod. “Careful, huh? Alright, perv. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He pulled the jockstrap’s pouch forward, the fabric creaking, and lowered Matt inside. The heat enveloped Matt instantly, the air thick with Jacob’s musk. Jacob placed him just above his cock, nestled against the warm, damp skin of his balls. The texture was overwhelming—soft yet coarse, slick with sweat, the scent so intense Matt’s eyes watered. The jockstrap snapped back, pressing Matt snugly against Jacob’s flesh, the fabric trapping him in a musky cocoon.
“Fuck, you’re in there tight,” Jacob muttered, his voice strained. “Don’t wiggle too much, shrimp. I’m already… worked up.” His tone was half-warning, half-plea, and Matt felt the pulse of Jacob’s cock beneath him, a subtle throb that sent a shiver through his tiny body.
Matt clung to the skin, his hands gripping the coarse hair for stability. “I’ll… try,” he squeaked, his voice muffled by the fabric and overwhelmed by the smell. It was dizzying, invasive, but there was a strange intimacy to it—Jacob’s body was a living fortress around him, protective in its own rough way.
Jacob adjusted his pants, the waistband sealing Matt in darkness, and started walking. Each step was a jolt, Matt bouncing against the slick skin, the musk growing heavier with every movement. The rhythm of Jacob’s stride sent Matt sliding slightly, brushing against the base of Jacob’s cock, which twitched in response. Matt’s tiny body tingled, a mix of fear and reluctant fascination, but he focused on staying still, knowing any movement could push Jacob further.
The walk to Jacob’s dorm felt endless, the muffled sounds of campus life filtering through the fabric—distant voices, the crunch of gravel under Jacob’s cleats. Jacob’s breathing grew heavier, and Matt sensed his arousal building, the heat around him intensifying. “Fuck, you’re killing me, tiny,” Jacob muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible but thick with need. Matt stayed quiet, his own pulse racing, unsure how to feel about the power he held in his tiny state.
Finally, the motion stopped. Matt heard a door slam, the creak of a chair, and the rustle of fabric as Jacob tugged down his pants. Light flooded in as the jockstrap loosened, and Jacob’s fingers plucked Matt free, setting him on a cluttered desk in a small, dimly lit dorm room. The air was cooler but still carried Jacob’s scent, and Matt blinked up at the giant before him. Jacob lived alone, the room a mess of gym gear, empty protein shake cans, and a single bed with rumpled sheets. Jacob’s massive frame filled the space, his jockstrap still tented, his brown eyes locked on Matt with a mix of hunger and hesitation.
“Welcome to my place, shrimp,” Jacob said, his voice low and dripping with intent. He leaned forward, his elbows on the desk, his face hovering over Matt. “You’re my little secret now. Gotta say, you look… fuckin’ good down there. All tiny and helpless.” His smirk was back, but his eyes betrayed a nervous edge, like he was testing Matt’s reaction.
Matt’s stomach twisted, his naked body exposed under Jacob’s gaze. “Jacob, I… I’m not into this,” he said, his voice trembling but firm. “I just need help. To fix this. Please.”
Jacob’s smirk faltered, a flicker of guilt crossing his face. “Relax, tiny. I’m not gonna force you,” he said, his voice softer but still heavy with desire. “But you’re here, in my world now. And I’m not blind—you picked the jockstrap. Part of you’s curious, ain’t it?” He reached out, his massive finger brushing Matt’s tiny chest, the touch gentle but electric. Matt flinched, his body betraying him with a faint shiver.
“I… I don’t know,” Matt admitted, his voice barely a whisper. The fear was still there, but Jacob’s touch, his raw intensity, stirred something in Matt he wasn’t ready to name. The bully’s mix of menace and vulnerability was disarming, pulling Matt in despite himself.
Jacob leaned back, his hand dropping to adjust himself, the jockstrap straining. “Tell you what,” he said, his voice husky. “We’ll figure out your shrinking shit. I know a guy in the chem department, owes me a favor. But while you’re here…” He paused, his eyes searching Matt’s. “Let’s have some fun. You’re mine, tiny. I’ll keep you safe, but I wanna feel you.” He scooped Matt up again, his fingers warm and firm, and brought him closer to his chest, the heat of his body overwhelming. “Just… let me show you.”
Matt’s heart pounded, his initial resistance wavering as Jacob’s voice softened, the bully’s roughness giving way to something almost pleading. “Okay,” Matt said, his voice small but curious. “But… slow, alright? I’m still freaking out here.”
Jacob’s grin returned, softer this time. “Slow it is, shrimp.” He lowered Matt back to the desk, but instead of setting him down, he held him against his bare chest, the coarse hair and warm skin a stark contrast to the jockstrap’s intensity. Matt’s tiny body pressed into Jacob’s heartbeat, the rhythm steadying him. Jacob’s other hand traced lazy circles on the desk, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re so fuckin’ small, Matt. Makes me wanna… protect you. And more.”
Over the next hour, Jacob’s advances grew bolder—placing Matt on his thigh, letting him feel the muscle flex, or brushing him against his lips, the warmth of his breath sending shivers through Matt. At first, Matt tensed, his mind screaming to resist, but Jacob’s surprising gentleness chipped away at his defenses. The bully’s touches were possessive but careful, his dirty talk laced with a strange sincerity. “You’re getting to me, tiny,” Jacob murmured once, his voice thick. “Didn’t expect that.”
Matt’s fear ebbed, replaced by a growing curiosity. Jacob’s raw physicality, his mix of dominance and need, was intoxicating in a way Matt hadn’t anticipated. When Jacob finally set him on the desk again, his massive hand hovering protectively, Matt looked up and said, “This… isn’t what I expected. But I’m not hating it.”
Jacob’s eyes lit up, a genuine smile breaking through his usual smirk. “Good. ‘Cause we’re just getting started, shrimp.”
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