Matt’s tiny chest heaved as he weighed his options, the weight of Coach Stevens’ gaze pressing down on him like a physical force. The office air felt thick, charged with the gravity of his choice. Stay with Coach, or risk the chaotic hands of the team? His mind flickered to Jacob’s cruel grin, the way the team’s rowdy energy could crush him without a second thought. No, the team was too dangerous. Coach, at least, seemed… protective, in his own way. Matt swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper.
“I… I pick you, Coach,” Matt squeaked, his tiny hands fidgeting. “I’ll stay with you.”
Coach Stevens’ eyebrows shot up, his chubby face splitting into a look of genuine surprise. His warm brown eyes widened, and he leaned forward, the desk creaking under his weight. “Me? Really?” he said, his deep voice tinged with disbelief. He rubbed the back of his neck, his mop of dark hair catching the light. “I gotta say, kid, I didn’t think you’d go for it. Figured you’d take your chances with the team, gutsy as you are.”
Matt shifted on the desk, his tiny bare feet scuffing against the wood. “The team… they’d probably turn me into a football or something,” he muttered, forcing a nervous laugh. “You seem… safer. Like you’d actually look out for me.”
Coach’s lips twitched into a half-smile, but his eyes gleamed with something new—intrigue, maybe, or amusement. He leaned back in his chair, the springs groaning, and folded his thick arms over his big belly. “Huh. Well, alright then. You’re stickin’ with me.” He paused, his expression shifting, a playful edge creeping into his voice. “But since you’re so sure about this, kid, I’m gonna make you live up to it. You’re my assistant now—my *personal* pet, like I said. So let’s see how committed you are.”
Matt’s heart skipped a beat, a mix of fear and curiosity bubbling up. “W-what do you mean?” he stammered, his tiny voice cracking.
Coach’s smile widened, his chubby cheeks dimpling. “I mean, you chose me, so you’re gonna be close—real close—while I head home. I’m a busy guy, and I can’t just carry you around like a doll. You gotta find a spot to ride along.” He leaned forward again, his massive frame casting a shadow over Matt. “So, I’m givin’ you another choice. Where do you wanna be? I got options for ya.”
Matt’s eyes widened, his tiny body buzzing with a strange mix of nerves and excitement. “Options?” he echoed, his voice barely audible.
Coach nodded, his tone teasing but firm. “Yup. You’re tiny, so you’ll fit just about anywhere. Here’s the deal: on my way home, you can pick a spot to settle in. Could be my armpit—nice and warm, plenty of room to nestle in. Or…” He paused, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, his eyes twinkling. “You could go closer. Real cozy. Nuzzled up against my cock, or… tucked in tight between my ass cheeks.”
Matt’s jaw dropped, his tiny face flushing red. His mind spun, each option painting vivid, overwhelming images. The armpit—warm, musky, a jungle of coarse hair to cling to. The shoe—a rhythmic, pulsing world of heat and pressure. And the others… his pulse raced at the thought of being so intimate, so enveloped by the coach’s massive body. Every spot sounded thrilling in its own way, a forbidden adventure that made his tiny frame tingle with anticipation.
“Uh… wow,” Matt said, his voice trembling but laced with curiosity. “Those are… all kinda intense.” He rubbed his tiny hands together, his eyes darting up to meet Coach’s. “I mean, the armpit sounds… wild. Like, I’d be surrounded by you, feeling your heartbeat or something. And the other ones…” He trailed off, his voice dropping to a whisper. “They’re… kinda crazy, but… I dunno, they sound kinda cool, too. Like I’d really be… part of you.”
Coach’s eyebrows rose again, his surprise melting into a slow, amused grin. “Well, damn, kid. You’re more into this than I thought.” He chuckled, the sound rumbling through the desk. “Didn’t expect you to be so… enthusiastic. You’re really thinkin’ about all of ’em, huh?”
Matt squirmed, embarrassed but unable to hide his intrigue. “I mean, I’m stuck like this, right? Might as well… make it interesting,” he mumbled, his tiny eyes glinting with a mix of nerves and excitement. “You’re huge, Coach. Being close to you, anywhere—it’s like an adventure. I just… I don’t know which one to pick.”
Coach leaned forward, his massive hand resting on the desk near Matt, his fingers drumming lightly. “Alright, tiny. You got me impressed. Most guys would be freakin’ out, but you’re all in.” His voice softened, but the teasing edge remained. “So, what’s it gonna be? Armpit, or… one of the closer spots? Pick your ride, kid. I’m headin’ home soon.”
Matt’s heart pounded, his tiny body thrumming with indecision. Each option pulled at him, tempting in its own wild way. He looked up at Coach, the giant’s warm brown eyes watching him closely, and felt a strange thrill at being so small, so vulnerable, yet so wanted. He opened his mouth, his voice shaky but eager.
“I… I think I’ll go with…”
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